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Prompt 1-Apex Traci Dowe/Kenworth Feb. 6, 2025
Matthew Bockholt created a discussion in Weekly Writing Prompt: 02-04-25 WRITING PROMPT SUBMISSIONS Matthew Bockholt Prompt: Write the first sentence of a story. Introduce the protagonist, main plot, and major conflict. <b style=”background-color: var(–bb-content-background-color); font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; color: var(–bb-body-text-color);”>Minimum Words: 75 Maximum Words: 100 I’ve got a new thing I’m trying out. Years ago,…
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Finding the Inner Truth/Beauty in Yourself by Traci Kenworth
Finding the Inner Truth/Beauty in Yourself Traci Kenworth The taunts and cruelty growing up can cause you to lose faith in yourself. To not want to be who you are. Anything special, anything unique, you work to do away with. Because that would make you different. And different is bad. Or at least, that seems…
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Are We Haunted By Our Pasts? Traci Kenworth
Are We Haunted By Our Pasts? Traci Kenworth Sometimes what we write comes from within. Something in our pasts, a memory trying to break free. When we stare at the words, we’ve written we realize there’s a familiarity there. Considering what it might be, we wonder: where did that come from? Did it touch upon…
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Teen Topics: to the tune of Characters 5/4/2021 Traci Kenworth
Teen Topics: to the Tune of Characters 5/4/2021 Traci Kenworth Over the years, we can grow stagnant. In an effort to try a new spin on things for the future of the blog, I’m going to be trying to do something different. I want to focus less on being a blogger, more on being an…
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The Muse Story: The House Traci Kenworth 3/13/19
The House Traci Kenworth Fifteen-year-old, Jandy Burrows started up the stairs of the old, decaying house. He’d been here two hours. Only rusty nails and dust greeted him. He was sure he’d have better luck in the attic. The smell in the air turned to Sulphur, he could taste the ruin on his tongue. Ashes…
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The Muse Story: The Sky Library by Traci Kenworth
The Sky Library Traci Kenworth Lindora stared at the volumes of books before her. How to choose just one? Above her, the library ceiling disintegrated to a picture of the sky. Images of clouds bathed the spines of the books. She stepped back. Had the world changed? Or just the library? If she listened close,…



