Here are some writing prompts I've created for us! Use 'em and flex that imagination muscle of yours; trust me, it's one of the sexiest muscles *purrrr*. (List ongoing).
A traveling man comes to the door with an empty birdcage (the old wiry kind), a sore throat, and a note bearing news.
The flowers in the backyard have begun drooping. There's only one explanation. It's quite simple, really.
The egg--a bit lopsided and odd and starting to crack--was found among the chickens.
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