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Writing Prompt Wednesday Number 11

Writing Prompt Action

The ground shook, and she steadied it with outstretched hands.


Writing Prompt Character

He was born of metal and wires. But his heart was lined withgold.


Writing Prompt Dialogue

"Tell me your secret." "Which one?"


Writing Prompt Object

A crown made of thorns.


Writing Prompt Setting

At the edge of the plains, they witnessed the last star in the universe go out.


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