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Updates from the Creative Writing Society at the University of Liverpool. Hello everyone, hope you enjoyed the last prompt. Apologies that this one is slightly late. Write a short story beginning with the first sentence of one of the books and ending with the last sentence of the other. I look forward to seeing what you come up with. Enjoy, feel free to send us your responses via Facebook or WordPress.
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Enjoy! We climbed a hill to watch the world. Swarming, hot, so far away. Twisting grass and brittle trees. Borrowed time in which to stay. I laid my head upon your lap. Your hands were winding in my hair. Blown and washed by summer rain. Skin baked brown by summer air. You whispered softly to the wind. My love is come at last to shore.
For those with a more gothic perspective on literature. In these desolate and harsh mountains, only the strongest survive. But what makes someone strong? Better than you or I. Her grandmother had grown weary of the villagers barbarous and primitive ways.
A life of Demons and Cheesecake. Blog where I post writing things. 8220;You open up a fortune cookie. Talk about a double whammy of disappointment. He does keep looking at me.