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Post by Jack on May 17, 2020 1:46:20 GMT -6
Using the Writing Prompt Generator here, I'll be writing occasionally to flex my muscles a bit since I've been writing more stories lately. Feel free to read and/or PM critiques!
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Post by Jack on May 17, 2020 1:50:15 GMT -6
The bottle seemed to fall slowly to the floor behind the bars, it had simply slipped through his fingers as he slept. It was whiskey, his drink of choice, it seemed, though she wasn't too sure about that since she hadn't been there all that long. That was the drink she always saw him with, however, so it was a decent observation from her addled mind. She crouched in the cage, fingers wrapped around the bars in front of her, stringy hair falling down her back as she softly rattled the bars. "Is anyone there?" she whispered into the dark of the basement, hoping to reach someone beyond the man passed out in front of her. She didn't know what to do, she had been there for a week now, or so she thought, it was hard to tell the passage of time when there weren't any windows. The girl rattled the bars a little harder, she didn't know if this was a good idea or not, he had done things to her the first time she had done this, but this was different, this time... he wasn't breathing. "Is anyone there?" she cried softly into the darkness, knowing there wasn't a soul.
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