The following are the results of some writing prompts I found on NaNoPubYe.
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Cheap
The flash of cheap, red earrings caught Carmen's eye when the bell to her candy shop rang. Amanda, the resident wannabe fortune teller and monster hunter was on the prowl in her tight strapless tank and squeaking vinyl mini-skirt. A pair of snakeskin Jimmy Choos completed the ensemble--with heels high enough to cause a nosebleed.
Indeed, Carmen cursed her inheritance of her father's werewolf nose as she finished stacking the fresh shipment of jawbreakers. She could smell the cheap perfume permeating from across the room. And then she spotted the totebag Amanda was carrying.
Oh no.
Carmen wished for an escape route. There was no way she would be bashed in the head by that crystal ball again.
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A stranger was knocking at the door.
It was one in the morning and a stranger was knocking at the door.
The man was wearing one of those black dusters and a wide-brimmed hat that obscured his face. But she could see the winking pendant at his throat--someone at the Council had sent yet another minion.
She pulled away from the peephole to retie the belt on her bathrobe and to scan the foyer for anything that might make her look more imposing. Hair curlers and bunny slippers were not going to cut it.
The knocking became a pounding.
She finally grabbed the black umbrella leaning against a corner. Her cousin had given it to her on her birthday saying, with a wink, that it was a special umbrella. But who cared, even if it was made of shadowlurker hide? What mattered to her was that it had a sharp, pointy end.
With the umbrella handle clutched in her left fist, she opened the door a crack and jabbed. A satisfyingly painful howl replied to her greeting. With a smug smile, she slammed the door closed and figured she had about a week before the Council started pestering her again for her magic formulas.
