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Merlin100's Prompt #2: Rain.
MaelstromThe sky rips open, rain pouring down in silvery sheets. Gusts of wind grasp like seeking hands, wrenching trees and stones from the earth, digging great furrows like the footprints of lumbering giants. Merlin is lost to view, a small flickering figure at the heart of the storm. The air between them is
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I'm really loving all of your Merlin drabbles. I appear to have lost the ability to stick to one hundred words, so I'm happy to admire others.
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lost the ability to stick to one hundred words
I have the same problem, in fact, but inverted. There are some days I can't get to 100 words, which is rather pitiful. And there are only so many mircofic memes.
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