Yvette and Jacques worked at their father's bakery. Yvette was a writer. Jacques was a painter. Their father had them work their talents as much as baking. They weren't from this region and father's stories of other places made them dream of travel.
Clop, clop, clop. The cane made that noise relentlessly as Hanna walked down the street. It was sharp and loud compared to the sound it had made on the farm.
Slice of Life Micro Fiction in Montsilt - Artie sat on a stool at the bar where his dad was serving drinks. Hey Pop. It's another busy night.
The fifty-foot tall oak tree blocked the front door to the town hall. The tree had a five foot diameter and had claimed its place several weeks ago. A new mayor came with the tree.
Wil and Airy sat at their desks writing words over and over. The ink dripped from their quills and followed the indents they made on the page with their thoughts.
Smack! Thud! Rolph's 8 inches of stainless steel cleaved through the large piece of meat on the table. "Antum, I'm telling you it just doesn't make any sense."
31 world building prompts to generate 31 stories in 31 days. Today the prompt is describe a species of working animal.
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