Writing Prompts

by Mac

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

They kept their wishes in bird cages, dangling outside their windows. They almost couldn’t bear to hear the wishes sing, but it seemed even worse to let them go.

The faerie-traps grew where they liked, needing no care or encouragement, and kept themselves well-fed.

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