Short Stories 2025
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Terminé jeu., janv. 8, 20261h 1m
Short stories written to prompts in 2025.
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-'Blooming Cheek', Weekend Write-In 8.8.25 - prompt: 'resistance'
-'Textual Healing', Shortys 2025 (2000-5000 words category). Prompt was: "Write about a romance which starts with a mistaken identity text."
-'The Wanderers', Weekend Write-In 3.10.25 - prompt: 'frontier'. Got a bit political in this one. Not sorry.
-'Afterglow', inspired by Weekend Write-In 14.11.25 - prompt: 'dignity'. Not submitted, as it was way over the informal word limit.
-'A New Girl', written for the untiring @BooksbyLwordpress's Fall Contest 2025. Dani has lost control of her life, but finds hope over lunch in a cosy cafe.
-'Far-off Fountains', Weekend Write-In 05.12.25 - prompt: 'torrent'.
-'A True Love's Knot', Weekend Write-In 12.12.25 - prompt: 'polish'
-'Wahey', Weekend Write-In 26.12.25 - prompt: 'cheer'
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