It was a dark and stormy night when she thundered into town, a vicious predator stalking bleary-eyed prey. Hooves of her midnight-colored steed echoed a cadence of lonely grief and a warning of the crimson vengeance she would wreak upon their maliciously blighted souls.
This was written as part of Yeah-Write’s monthly micro-prose writing challenge. Click the link to read and vote for your favorites!
The Rider
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The intent is very much clear. I like her already.
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When youāve read enough of their work to know a personās voice, itās fun reading these over-the-top micros. This one has your intensity, but oh, the mulligan stew of words! š
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Get ’em! Maliciously blighted souls is good.
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I’m amazed that you were able to make such a complex sentence so readable!
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I agree with Margaret. This has your intensity, Jolan, but I can see how you’ve deliberately made it purple.
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Impressive!!!!!
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