Writing Prompt Wednesday Number 17

Writing Prompt Action

She could see her heart through her chest. It was a beacon of light, pulsing red beneath blood and skin.

Writing Prompt Character

He had a different job every week, unable to stay in the same place for too long.

Writing Prompt Dialogue

"Your plans are terrible. I don't know how you get away with as much as you do. You are a terrible criminal." "Nine out of ten times, I escape. I must be good." "You're an idiot... just an incredibly lucky, terrible idiot."

Writing Prompt Object

The necklace was a gift, and it was a death sentence.

Writing Prompt Setting

In a place called Nowhere, he was nobody.

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