Nervy Knights – Dead Deer

Striding extravagantly through the ancient hall toward the exit this was a man sure of his place in the world. Glancing neither to the left nor the right he allowed the harsh light behind the huge wooden doors to envelope him, as if the sun shone only for this moment. Miraculously the door of the waiting Mercedes opened and the warmed leather of the rear seat relished the opportunity to comfort his presence. Long were the years since he had seen a closed gate and those at The Palace Of Westminster receded on cue, prostrating themselves for him, as all did.

Despite the exquisite air-conditioned interior Sir Ronald finally allowed his forehead to exhale a bead of sweat. “How could anyone know?” ran through his mind once more, “and if they did, it is only a minor matter.” The circles of thought formed as perfectly as the next tiny globe running down his brow. His mind knew that it was not convincing itself and should it succeed in doing so even his iron will would not convince many, any, others. Yet It whirred and whirred on.

Today I wrote from 15:01 to 15:11. And goodness me, it is still getting hard. Very short again today. A dry spell, hopefully it will pass. I was prompted by ideas here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here

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A Day of Denial – The Writeycorn

A Day of Denial

“I denied everything in my life”, I thought as I walked down the main street. Snow was falling, it was not the fun snow everyone knows. It was bitter and cold it burnt your skin as soon as it touches it so you would be covered in frost-bite when you put your foot down in the snow. It soaked your boots and feet. Normally in the start of a book or story it would say “the snow was falling gently…”, but not in this one it was falling so heavily and cold it wasn’t pleasant ………….

Today I wrote from 19:13 to 19:23 inspired by the prompts here.