She took it all in. A chilling wind shuffled the playing cards littering the floor. The red velvet chair he loved had been positioned in front of a dark wood desk. A skull sat on the desk; it's empty eyes seemed to ask her who are you?. Black, rippling curtains lined the walls, and weak candlelight attempted to illuminate the large space. The odor of blood and dust hung heavy in the air. A decaying animal carcass lay in a corner.
"It's better than your last dwelling." She decided.
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The Big-ish Book of Writing Prompts
RandomA book full of various writing prompts that I created. Several genres are included in this collection. There are also many different lengths and styles of prompts. You are free to use them however you wish! All I ask is that if my prompt is used and...
