This is the end. There is no more hope for us—no more faith. This is the end.
Destruction is all we can see. We try to help the hurt but it is too late. This is the end.
Food is limited. People are starving. This is the end.
I take my last breath and look around at the world, imagining the beauty that used to fill it.
"Fare thee well." I whisper to myself.
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The Big-ish Book of Writing Prompts
RandomA book full of various writing prompts that I created. Several genres are included in this collection. There are also many different lengths and styles of prompts. You are free to use them however you wish! All I ask is that if my prompt is used and...
