This sounds fun! Let’s get my word.
My word is “Earth.” Story to come.
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She dug her fingers into the dirt, planting the last seed as the sun dipped low. The earth was tired, cracked from years of drought, but she refused to give up.
Weeks passed. She watered, sang, and waited beneath the silent sky. One morning, she woke to a green sprout breaking through the dust, delicate but fierce.
Years later, the barren field bloomed into a lush garden. Children played among the vines, their laughter stitching life back into the wounded land. She stood at the edge, smiling. The earth had listened and had answered. They had saved each other.
My word is “Earth.” Story to come.
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She dug her fingers into the dirt, planting the last seed as the sun dipped low. The earth was tired, cracked from years of drought, but she refused to give up.
Weeks passed. She watered, sang, and waited beneath the silent sky. One morning, she woke to a green sprout breaking through the dust, delicate but fierce.
Years later, the barren field bloomed into a lush garden. Children played among the vines, their laughter stitching life back into the wounded land. She stood at the edge, smiling. The earth had listened and had answered. They had saved each other.
rolled 1d10 and got a natural 4.
The word for this year is "trouble..."
My mother always told me to stay out of trouble – a decree that I always held myself to. I can scarcely believe that I’m about to start it, but I have no other alternatives…
The air was thick, sultry, and oppressive. The lot of us were gathered in the streets, raising our voices, a force to be reckoned with.
Then there were protestors on the ground, and the police officer’s boot was coming down. The moment seemed to freeze in crystal clear clarity. I knew exactly what I had to do. It was now or never – you only live once.
My mother always told me to stay out of trouble – a decree that I always held myself to. I can scarcely believe that I’m about to start it, but I have no other alternatives…
The air was thick, sultry, and oppressive. The lot of us were gathered in the streets, raising our voices, a force to be reckoned with.
Then there were protestors on the ground, and the police officer’s boot was coming down. The moment seemed to freeze in crystal clear clarity. I knew exactly what I had to do. It was now or never – you only live once.
rolled 1d10 and got a natural 9.
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