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Needles.
My arms shake and I Can't breathe properly. "Even a child can stand this, what a baby." They're not in my mind, they don't understand why I fear needles. I grab my own hand I grip it tight and my mind crumbles. "It's not time for fight or flight. Now you must freeze." But my legs now, They're running. And my mouth now, It's screaming. The doctor tells me to be calm, I tell him I'm trying. Finally I'm just sitting, Biting my own hand. Closing my eyes so hard, Harder when I feel the metal cold Needle. I didn't even get a lollipop.
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Trickster Prompt: The Will Reading
Barrister Severin had served the Wyntan family faithfully for a number of years, and thought he’d gotten used to the earls’ unusual requests. It had started with Lord Arturius Wyntan II, who Severin had begged him not to bring his bastard half-elf son back to his estate; Arturius had disagreed, bringing the young child home to his pregnant wife. It had been an unpleasant set of circumstances that led the now grown half-elf, called Artie, to inherit the title of earl once his father died. It had been two years since Arturius’s death, a hard loss that Severin wasn’t certain Artie would overcome. Perhaps he hadn’t, Severin thought as he made his way to the servants’ hall. After all, Artie’s final unusual request for Severin came in the form of his will. Severin had never been in the servants quarters of the Wyntan estate; he barely ever entered them in his old home. With two dozen servants or so crammed against the long table and pressed against the bellboard, the place felt small
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NPoWriMo Day 30 - Cell
The edifice rises from chasmic horizons and, doing so, engineers chess on four levels which legions of lords could not overthrow; paradigm shifts are maintained in the overflow and so the president rises agape from her throne and her glittering fingernails point to the moon and the hovering moonspawn cry shrill in atonement and clinking gold whispers, “It's over too soon," and despicably Earth is a cosmic spittoon.
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