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Prompt: My breath catches in my throat as I approach the site. Evidence spills out across the concrete, as a peculiar contraption lies shattered amongst it. A colourful disaster, a failed attempt. Curious, I edge closer. Fingers reach out to caress it’s smooth, reflective face. I feel a sharp edge dig into my gloves, and I wince, but continue. My feet carry me to the colourful array before me, and my knees give in to the ground. I cup it in my hands, turning it over and over in my palms. Turning away, I reach towards my toolkit and collect my evidence.
8/11 100 Word Challenge
Prompt: Shadows snatch at the light, tendrils lashing out into the cobbled street as they shuffle. Trailing feet behind their broken bodies, victims to the icy grip of death. Tinged blue against the endless night, their misted figures weave through the glowing streets, a wintry murmur in their wake. The glass in a shop window frosts over as the shadow’s tendrils reach out to claim it’s glow. One by one, the lights in the street flicker slowly, then die out as a swirling black mass surges above, devouring, consuming, thunderous roaring. All that’s left will forever remain; victims to the shadows.
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