Banner was not sure how he had ended up wandering a dark cave with only a candle as his light. He remembered entering the cave with his research team and doing some measurements, but after that his recollections had turned into a blurry mess up till the point he had become aware of his surroundings and the fact that he had only a couple of candles and a lighter on him.
Tag: Prose-ject 2020
Prose-ject 2020 10: A Bad New Start
In all honesty, the fact that she had no idea where she even came from or where she had been was the biggest hindrance. She could literally be from anywhere.
Prose-ject 2020 9: A Punishment Deserved
The vandals were scrubbing the graffiti they had magicked on the walls — with only soap and water, of course, no magic.
Prose-ject 2020 8: Dish Decision
I gave him a blank stare, trying to think what I wanted. All I could think of was how much I yearned for collapsing into my bed once I got home. "I'll have what she's having." I gestured at the woman sitting in front of me.
Prose-ject 2020 7: Dancing Angel in The Night
The prompt used: dancing in the night. While Ria seemed to be safe to be with, the first nights we spent at the same camp I could not help keeping my guard up. Taking her with me had been risky and reckless enough even though the Harmony Blade seemed to approve it. She could easily … Continue reading Prose-ject 2020 7: Dancing Angel in The Night
Prose-ject 2020 6: The Road to Success
My father used to say that the road to success is lined with failures. As a master swordsman, he lived by that motto and did his best to teach me to do so as well. After he died and I took up a sword to fight for my village, I have done my best to follow his teachings and his motto.
Prose-ject 2020 5: Song of Fear
My search had now led me to mountaintop ruins at a place where the sky was darkened purple and the air filled with unsettling violin music. The notes struck fear into people's bones — mine included — so no one had dared to approach the ruins after the sky had changed around it.
Prose-ject 2020 4: Banishment Day 155
It is day 155 of my banishment, I think. I can no longer count the lines in my notebook well enough to keep track as each day melds into the ones around it and I have no sleep to regulate my sense of time.
Prose-ject 2020 3: Fearless Cardinal
Perhaps it was all of them. Perhaps Cardinals like that lived wherever she was from. Perhaps the fearlessness was something she could relate to. Actually, she did feel fearless;
Prose-ject 2020 2: When Everything Changed
That day was supposed to be a fun day. Olly and I had organized a charity run for us kids with our friends: each participant would pay the one-euro participation fee and we would all race to the top of the hill just outside our town. The winner would get an ice cream of their choice from our local sellers and the money would go to the local animal shelter.
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