Day 33

This is a continuation of Day 31 (part six!). Prompt: What's behind the door? Why is it closed?   Johns lowers me slowly, the darkness obscuring my descent. I count four guards on my way down, tugging on the rope. Johns stops lowering me, and I fire a dart into the opposite wall, pulling myself over …

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Day 29

Prompt: Write about staying quiet when you feel like shouting.   I shut the door, letting my forehead fall against it with a resounding thud. That went well, I think to myself. I consider thunking my forehead against the door again but decide a drink might be a better cure. The bar is a mess from …

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