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General: Write about someone who has a superpower.
Weekly Writing PromptsPrince De-Grant Brempong Tel.0575086991 Email:princedegrant32@gmail.com Email:princedegrant37@gmail.comWrite about someone who has a superpower.Someone I know of who has superpower is the famous TV character Superman. Superman as noted as a TV character is a hero who has superpower. Superman is noted to be tall and mascular in size and changes his costume anytime he is about to fly in the air. Superman is a character not only on television but in most comic books. Superman is also immortal and can always detect a disaster and solves problems. Superman is a man who ...
Seymour Doolittle's Visitor
Seymour Dolittle’s Visitor—George DavisWhen my wife and I bought Marconi Manor, a Victorian home in need of much repair, we renamed it, Dolittle’s Estate. The deed says: Seymour and Dorothy Dolittle owners of said property, located at 115 Main Street, Cumberland Falls, Maine, etc.It was while we were in the throes of remodeling our new home. I was summoned by a workman to join him in our guest room at the top of the stairs. “Mr. Dolittle,”www.onedoor.cc he said, “there’s something in this room that scares me. Do you sense it?”I didn’t sense anything out of the way. “Can’t you feel the cold air, as if there...
The Wolf Princess
In a land far away, where the sun always shone in summer and the snow was crisp and cold in winter, a man and his wife were making their way through the forest in a light carriage drawn by two coal black horses. Moonlight gleamed through the bare branches of the trees; and in the distance, the faint howl of a wolf floated on the still night air. Then twigs cracked as a large, bearded man stepped through the beeches and approached the conveyance. The horses pulled to an abrupt halt and the driver addressed the stranger. “Can we help you, Sir?” Without making a verbal respons...
It's Not About the Bread
Shandar woke to the sound of Turi yelling. He lay still for a moment, his eyes closed, listening to the loud clanging and thumping that he guessed was the sound of his friend throwing things around the campsite in a temper. “Stupid … blasted … pot!” he heard, as he sat up stiffly inside the tent. “Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why can't I remember?”He crawled out of the warm cocoon of his blanket, lifting the flap to see Turi kicking a tree with all his might, his stumpy boots on the ends of his short legs pummeling the trunk so hard that he was standing in a shower of falling dewdrops. Through the...