I am taking a break from my writing and joining in. Here is my take:
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Biting cold winds slashed past Jeff's skin as he fought his way through the winter storm. His companion, who lay injured on the makeshift sled he made after their emergency landing on the remote bush, spurred him to be on the move.
Slowly, he moved, carefully pulling his heavy sled, growing a little nervous. Just as the snowstorm cleared, the ice under his feet broke and cracks after cracks followed.
"Just a few more commands..." I say quietly as I press the keys on the keyboard with quiet abandon. This program, which would allow an AI to craft the perfect drink for a client based on their mood and preferences. It's been on my plate for years. Now, it's ready.
"And..." I press the enter key to run the program, "done." Time for a break and a cold stout.
Break dance was a rave review. Instantaneous collaboration composed. Starts with two arms then multiplies. Airport passengers anxious wait. NYC Times Square , a break in traffic stops eyes to arm waves and a song, “You got to have heart. Miles and miles of heart.” When you’re down and out gather together and help one another. Times are tough. The people can scratch the surface, stop and cure the itch.
The privilege of loving also comes with heartbreak. The death of your wife screams pain. You are broken. The breakage is excruciating yet numbing. It is real. The break of death destroys you. Part of you has died. How do you regroup and recover from such gut-wrenching loss? Four years later, I’m laying claim to creating new meanings for words like resilient, resolute, survivor, and joy. I cannot break.
They started calling him Lucky after his third stretch. Never to his face. He was the worst bank robber ever, but he’d earned his personal space with a brutal left hook and a short fuse. The arresting officer amused himself with the irony of the prisoner’s nickname while, cuffed to a table leg, this hard man’s reputation counted for nothing. Mumbling through a sugar-coated donut, the cop suggested taking five.
I am taking a break from my writing and joining in. Here is my take:
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Biting cold winds slashed past Jeff's skin as he fought his way through the winter storm. His companion, who lay injured on the makeshift sled he made after their emergency landing on the remote bush, spurred him to be on the move.
Slowly, he moved, carefully pulling his heavy sled, growing a little nervous. Just as the snowstorm cleared, the ice under his feet broke and cracks after cracks followed.
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Imagining the terrifying spiders web of cracks … eek! Lovely stuff.
I can imagine how terrifying that is.
Love the ending!
Very nice. It's always great if you can get these to end on a little cliffhanger like that... 😎
Thank you. I am practicing making more cliffhangers
PROMPT: BREAK
THE ACTRESS
6am. It was still dark when she started driving.
She had hardly slept. She was just too excited. This was going to be her big break.
She checked her reflection. The puffy eyes she couldn't fix but she could put on a little lipstick. Look a bit presentable.
As she tried to apply it, she didn't notice the car drifting into the opposite lane.
She never saw the truck coming... 😎
Give me a break!
She did need a break, but she needed a brake more! 😎
Oof!
oooh!! D:
"Just a few more commands..." I say quietly as I press the keys on the keyboard with quiet abandon. This program, which would allow an AI to craft the perfect drink for a client based on their mood and preferences. It's been on my plate for years. Now, it's ready.
"And..." I press the enter key to run the program, "done." Time for a break and a cold stout.
The night was never ending, filled with hours of broken sleep. His mind was restless, refusing to break out of the cycle of self loathing.
Finally, as dawn broke, he crawled out of bed, tired, worn out as if he had just done eight hours of backbreaking labour.
He picked up his phone. Weary fingers loosened their grip and the phone fell, breaking the screen. A loud fuck it broke the silence.
Great take!
Break dance was a rave review. Instantaneous collaboration composed. Starts with two arms then multiplies. Airport passengers anxious wait. NYC Times Square , a break in traffic stops eyes to arm waves and a song, “You got to have heart. Miles and miles of heart.” When you’re down and out gather together and help one another. Times are tough. The people can scratch the surface, stop and cure the itch.
I would like to hear more about Drathok. Very interesting.
The privilege of loving also comes with heartbreak. The death of your wife screams pain. You are broken. The breakage is excruciating yet numbing. It is real. The break of death destroys you. Part of you has died. How do you regroup and recover from such gut-wrenching loss? Four years later, I’m laying claim to creating new meanings for words like resilient, resolute, survivor, and joy. I cannot break.
Uf. A strong one Jack!
very encouraging piece, thank you
Give Me a Break
They started calling him Lucky after his third stretch. Never to his face. He was the worst bank robber ever, but he’d earned his personal space with a brutal left hook and a short fuse. The arresting officer amused himself with the irony of the prisoner’s nickname while, cuffed to a table leg, this hard man’s reputation counted for nothing. Mumbling through a sugar-coated donut, the cop suggested taking five.