Writing Prompts

by Mac

The snare was elaborate and obvious, so naturally they walked right into it.

The ghost ships drifted sometimes into the shipping lanes, but their appearance could never be predicted. It was bad luck to board one, and worse luck to break one down for salvage.

The vet’s face was grim, during the initial exam. He said he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to reattach the thin, membranous wing to the body, but he did promise to try.

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