tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91571274544851169962008-04-23T10:58:00.926+08:00Zero DestiniesXythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-48575679106655681992008-04-23T10:21:00.002+08:002008-04-23T10:24:19.247+08:00Prompt 013It was dark and it was too hard to see anything but the vague outlines of the things around you. Almost blind, you still walk but you stop when you feel that you've stepped on something.Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-11210723330988719752008-04-16T19:33:00.002+08:002008-04-16T19:36:17.955+08:00Prompt 012Sleeping cured everything.Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-4068679652374197612008-03-27T14:32:00.001+08:002008-03-27T14:32:50.199+08:00Prompt 011Oh.<br /><br />Fuck.Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-44577152108718175492008-01-24T18:34:00.001+08:002008-03-27T14:32:18.395+08:00Prompt 010You really, really, hate her guts. Sometimes, you wish she'd just trip while climbing down the stairs and twist her pretty neck, but then you have a better idea.Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-32975674060398515662008-01-23T18:29:00.001+08:002008-03-27T14:32:09.694+08:00Prompt 009There is nothing but the sky over your head, the piece of wood you're hanging onto and the troubled water that is threatening to swallow you whole.Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-9877353330009968802008-01-21T19:43:00.001+08:002008-03-27T14:31:39.765+08:00Prompt 008The dead do tell their tales. This you realize after you come across a dead body lying on a pool of blood and gut.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Who is the person who immediately comes to mind upon realizing who died? </span><span style="font-style: italic;">What does the body reveal?<br /></span>Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-3402628031894766832008-01-20T13:25:00.000+08:002008-01-20T13:56:44.486+08:00Prompt 007You are unable to sleep a night before some special event. Tired of tossing and turning, you decide to take a walk and discover that...<br /><br /><em>What is the special event? It could be a special day for the character alone or a holiday, an important figure might be visiting or someone else the character knows is going to do something special.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What is the discovery? It could greatly affect the next day's events drastically or it could be a subtle piece of information or clue that plants small seeds of thoughts into the character's mind.</em>Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-15044269573045014392007-11-05T21:07:00.000+08:002007-11-05T21:13:40.394+08:00Prompt 006Looking for that one thing to live for. That one question to answer. The one thing to make you smile for the rest of your life.Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-55167514309723824832007-10-26T21:01:00.001+08:002008-03-27T14:31:01.990+08:00Prompt 005You are walking down a cold and dark forest. It seems peaceful enough, but something lingering about the place makes you feel a little frightened. You hear nothing but the rustle of leaves and the flutter of owls.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Why are you there in the forest? Are you accompanied by someone? Where are you going?</span>Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-62495994500350193642007-10-23T21:00:00.000+08:002007-10-23T18:02:51.430+08:00Prompt 004The door slams shut and it makes you tremble along with the thin walls of the room. You stare blankly at the door and then around at the room.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Why did the door slam? How do you feel? Are you scared or angry? Perhaps a form of despair?<br /></span>Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-14082653061871324782007-10-22T18:23:00.000+08:002007-10-22T18:24:04.199+08:00Prompt 003You find yourself attending a foreign festival. It is quite different from the rowdy revels of gambling and combat shows. Instead, you witness a parade of dance, colors and music. It is strange, but you enjoy it anyway.Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-51451380136854124822007-10-21T19:31:00.000+08:002007-10-21T19:36:06.386+08:00Prompt 002The lights are flickering where you stand. It shouldn't, but it disturbs you greatly. You swallow and you look behind you, the other lights are flickering too. You want to run, but your legs seem glued to the floor.Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157127454485116996.post-41905599568661023492007-10-20T21:13:00.001+08:002007-10-20T21:53:36.539+08:00Prompt 001A sweet melody is heard as you walk down the hallway, you don't know who is playing, but it sounds so beautiful yet so sad you go on to find out anyway.Xythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11058115601064507622noreply@blogger.com