Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sleep

While Maxwell slept, his nemesis, the holy click beetle was on the move. Banging his head on the concrete sidewalk in front of the Snapjaw residence, in Morse code, he tapped out the message, “Satan’s spawn lives here.” While the angelic insect would be the first to admit that it sounded a bit melodramatic, desperateContinue reading “Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sleep”

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Ragtag Daily Prompts: Duende, November 4, 2019

Maxwell paused at the front door of the Snapjaw residence. Taking a moment to take stock of the new body he now inhabited, he was well pleased. As there was a cold wind blowing, he was especially happy with his thick fur coat. The sharp claws and teeth were an added bonus. I think I’mContinue reading “Ragtag Daily Prompts: Duende, November 4, 2019”

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Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sunday, September 29, 2019, Corrupt

Sunday Ragtag Daily Prompt: Corruption Mrs. Monica Snapjaw stared intently into the brew that filled her crystal punch bowl. Murmuring words from a forgotten, distant past, she inhaled deeply. The odor of the mixture was that of sweetness and corruption. Arms akimbo, she leaned more closely to the surface in order to see her reflection.Continue reading “Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sunday, September 29, 2019, Corrupt”

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