Day 74

Prompt: everything changes or everything had changed (bit open ended this week).   The buzzing of my phone wakes me, the sound echoing in the quiet room. I groan, rolling over and shielding my eyes as the screen lights up. I answer without looking, eyes squeezed tight. "Hello?" "Eva, you have to help me. It's …

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Day 70

Prompt: The sound of silence.   The cafe is quiet, empty in the early hours of the morning. A barista sits on her phone, scrolling through her Facebook feed, lightly tapping a nail on the counter. I lean back for a moment, stretching, wincing at the pops from my joints. That's probably not a good …

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Day 46

Prompt: Write an entry about something that you can't throw away.   I scrawl a note on Emily's door about Friday and head into my room. I step around the stacks of books and over to my bed. There are open books strewn across it. I shrug and curl up amongst them, tapping the bed …

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