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[WP] It's been 23 years since they buried me alive, hoping that would be enough to kill me.

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[WP] Somehow you find yourself in a loving marriage with Aphrodite.

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[WP] They said I wouldn't make it this far. I wish they had been right.

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[WP]She always had a gun in hand as far back as she could remember. She would play, shooting pebbles, sometimes even disassembling it for fun. Like a good friend, her gun was always near. For her, this was completely ordinary.

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[WP] You started at the bodies. You could feel yourself being caught up in a great, bewildering bout of insanity. "Shouldn't we...bury ourselves?"

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[IP] The Deer

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[WP] "You think me a monster. Perhaps you are right, but you have not met my sister, or perhaps our mother. I am a saint compared to them."

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[WP] How does a man capture the heart of Lady Luck?

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[WP] "The gods are dying and you're just sitting here twiddling your thumbs!"

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[WP] Seven men in black and silver robes buried her body beneath the only oak tree in the field.

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Title	Upvotes	Subreddit	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
[WP] It's been 23 years since they buried me alive, hoping that would be enough to kill me.	27	WritingPrompts
[WP] Somehow you find yourself in a loving marriage with Aphrodite.	26	WritingPrompts
[WP] They said I wouldn't make it this far. I wish they had been right.	26	WritingPrompts
[WP]She always had a gun in hand as far back as she could remember. She would play, shooting pebbles, sometimes even disassembling it for fun. Like a good friend, her gun was always near. For her, this was completely ordinary.	26	WritingPrompts
[WP] You started at the bodies. You could feel yourself being caught up in a great, bewildering bout of insanity. "Shouldn't we...bury ourselves?"	26	WritingPrompts
[IP] The Deer	25	WritingPrompts
[WP] "You think me a monster. Perhaps you are right, but you have not met my sister, or perhaps our mother. I am a saint compared to them."	25	WritingPrompts
[WP] How does a man capture the heart of Lady Luck?	24	WritingPrompts
[WP] "The gods are dying and you're just sitting here twiddling your thumbs!"	23	WritingPrompts
[WP] Seven men in black and silver robes buried her body beneath the only oak tree in the field.	23	WritingPrompts