Three-word prompts

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1. Battery 2. Guitar 3. Prey

Charge your guitars

Tune your Batteries

No, I got that wrong.

Charge your tunes

Batter your guitars.

That's not right either.

*ahem*

Battery was the blood

Guitar was the sword

The quest for music realized

When you struck that chord

A concert is a battlefield

At the end of the day

Were you the hunter

Or were you the prey?


1. Chair  2. Portrait  3. Clockwork

The last thing I saw was a crooked portrait on the wall.

The last thing I felt was the chair I sat on.

The last thing I heard was the final tick of my heart's clockwork.

The last thought I had was of her.



1. A burnt vest  2. Onions   3. A moped

"For the love of crème brûlée, what is going on here?" the chef shrieked.

Ron tried to put out the fire with the first thing that he found - some cloth laying around. It worked. The fire was out and he exhaled in relief.

Ron shook the cloth out and spread it out.

"Dang it to the Moon, Ron! That's my favorite vest! I asked you to sauté the onions, not burn down my kitchen! Get your ass out of here!"

Ron got on his moped and fled before the chef noticed what he'd done in the freezer.



1. Bathysphere  2. Marshmallow  3. Cineplex

A crowded cineplex cafe

Needs a bathysphere

To navigate through the sea

Of hungry marshmallow-lovers

(btw, a bathysphere is an underwater vessel)

(btw, a bathysphere is an underwater vessel)

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1. A broken knife   2. Stool   3. A bear's tooth

"Mama, Mama!" cried the little bear.

"Oh, dear. Mama's busy making a stool."

"I lost a tooth!"

"Oh, dear," mama worried. "How?"

"I was trying to bite a knife. It broke and I lost a tooth. Mama, since when do bears make furniture?"

"It's not that type of stool, dear."



1. A ripped book   2. A lamp   3. Crawfish

I walked the beach at night and found a book in the sand. I sat down and asked the Moon for help.

"Find a lamp," he said.

I left the beach and sat under a street lamp. I opened the book and a crawfish crawled out of it, holding ripped pages in its claws.

"Get your own book," it said.

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