/u/aliteraldumpsterfire's posts
[WP] She found him at an estate sale, just a crumbling lawn ornament with a broken wing. But she saw the beauty in all things and gave him her home to protect. She fixed his wing and pretended to nurse him back to health. Then one day her gargoyle was gone, leaving only a tenner.
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[WP] The man carefully laid the bundle on the church steps, a tear rolling down his cheek. "I cannot lift the curse of our ancestors. But I can give you a fighting chance."
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[WP] Humans carry the seeds of the flower/herb/food/other plant that most reflects their character. When dead and buried, those seeds germinate, flourishing on the nutrients their host returned to the earth. Today you visited the grave of a friend to discover an unexpected plant growing.
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[WP] While preparing a part of your garden for planting, you unearth a headstone. You clean it off, move it to the woods, and make a little area with flowers around it. Now you're pretty sure there's a new ghost haunting your land, and this one steals your strawberries from the new garden bed.
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[WP] Granny's eyes never shone so bright as when she baked for the holidays, like today. She floured her countertop and greased each pie tin like an alchemist adding the most precious ingredients. Finally, when the timer was set, she cleaned her rolling pin and met my eyes. "I had an enemy once."
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[PI] They have their orders. A kingdom needs saving. A dragon needs slaying. And their quest will end in one of two ways: glory or death.
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[WP] You left specific instructions for your dogsitter. 1 scoop of kibble in the morning, walk Fluffy in the morning and afternoon, and under /no circumstances/ should Fluffy be allowed to "borrow your phone".
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[WP] They entered a sea of flowers, their tall stalks swaying gently in the ocean current, vibrant petals open to drink in the sun. "Where are we?" the young sailor asked. "My child," came the answer, "this is the sea of the oracle. You must pick a flower and so choose your fate".
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[WP] As a detective, you wear many hats. Literally. The problem is that each comes with their own ideas of how to tackle a case. Which is why today your Stetson demands that you greet your new client with “well hello, little lady”. The "little lady" in your office *does not* appreciate that.
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