Here is a fun game we play. We write 100 words about a prompt, and then our friends do the same. Here’s the prompt:
Here’s what I wrote:
She clung to the piece of driftwood praying for daylight. Opa promised it held some protection against whoever did this to father, but Krissy was too little to understand. She just felt that slimy feeling rolling over her again and again. She pressed her lips shut and squeezed her eyes closed, the little bit of wood clasped in her little fingers. When the sun comes it will be okay. That thing only comes after us at night. I will be safe if the sun will come up. She buried her face in her big brother’s side as he snored on.
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|Kaye P. Clark||kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com|
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