A few more Twitter-length stories written in response to #vss365 prompts. For more about these prompts head over to https://vss365today.com/today. It’s all good fun.
The knight retreated, holding his broken arm. From the tower, Princess Mari began to sing. The dragon gazed up, accepting its payment.
Mari wondered if her suitors would realise she wasn’t a captive before her father realised she didn’t want marriage.
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A small bunch of Twitter-length stories written in response to #vss365 prompts. For more about these prompts head over to https://vss365today.com/today. It’s all good fun.
Oola glared at her grandfather’s boat until it was swallowed by the amber horizon. Her own plastic vessel drifted in the shallows beside the harbour. The captain had fallen overboard again, seaweed tangling in his fur. Oola vowed they would try again tomorrow.
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“No, you’ve got it all wrong.” Lul pushed strands of seaweed from her eyes and smiled reassuringly up at her customer. “It’s ‘sandwich shop’, not ‘sand witch shop’—Silent ‘t’, see?”
The skeleton looked at the sandwiches on Lul’s cart, sockets glowing. “You stupid? Nobody eats around here. Now where’s my sand sculpture?”
Shame pricked Lul’s cheeks as she flicked her tail, conjuring a twisting edifice from the sand. “There you go,” she said thickly. “Good luck with the contest.”
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