As I descend a crude manmade trail through the ruins of the city, pungent scents of smoke and mildew sting my nose. Graffiti filled walls guide me to the once safe haven to find…
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As I descend a crude man made trail through the ruins of the city, pungent scents of smoke and mildew sting my nose. Graffiti filled walls guide me to the once safe haven to find
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Would it be okay if I were to publish the finished prompt on my blog and link back here?
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As I descend a crude man made trail through the ruined city, pungent scents of smoke and mildew sting my nose. Graffiti filled walls guide me to the once safe haven to find Ed there, looking bewildered. My stomach sank further. After the explosion I didn’t imagine I could feel any more despair but seeing the look of disappointment in his eyes made me feel wretched.
“I told you to stay off the radio.” He said. His voice sounded shocked, pained. Like I had tried to blow the haven up instead of the Sheikh.
“I-I’m sorry.” I said in a strained voice. It was all I could do to keep from crying. Ed wouldn’t have any sympathy for me. “But it sounded like you…I thought you were in trouble. I didn’t have any
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