Writing Prompts

by Mac

The cloudship was hanging too low, and listing to one side; when it passed over the church, the spire parted the vapor beneath the ship’s belly.

When he was angry, the clouds boiled into darkness, and lightning crawled threateningly across the sky.

Landfall always took some adjustment, but this time it was something entirely different from acclimation: it was change.

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