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   30,00 Writing Prompts (15/81)   
   15 Sep 25 01:37:21   
   
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   the lights flickered on   
   the lights were on   
   the edges looked fuzzy   
   the chances were he would   
   the others gave him their attention   
   the others followed him   
   both men climbed back into the   
   the clouds moved quickly through   
   these people were not very   
   the lights went out in the   
   the lights turned on   
   the others were   
   the tears came to his own eyes   
   that tears began to well up in his eyes   
   the contents were gone   
   the men set off   
   all circuits are busy   
   some things are worse things than   
   the stakes are high   
   the moon's light, obscured by the   
   no words that could express   
   the ones that   
   these days that was   
   those people who   
   that didn't   
   that evening   
   that guy   
   that information   
   that kind   
   that moment   
   that night   
   that possibility   
   that time   
   that wasn't   
   that way   
   that wouldn't   
   the ability   
   the air   
   the angle   
   the answer   
   the arrival   
   the audience   
   the back   
   the beginning   
   the bottom   
   the building   
   the car   
   the case   
   the center   
   the city   
   the clock   
   the cold   
   the computer   
   the corner   
   the course   
   the dark   
   the darkness   
   the database   
   the day   
   the direction   
   the distance   
   the document   
   the door   
   the edge   
   the empty   
   the end   
   the engine   
   the entire   
   the entrance   
   the expression   
   the extent   
   the extra   
   the fact   
   the feel   
   the feeling   
   the floor   
   the following   
   the form   
   the front   
   the ground   
   the hatch   
   the heart   
   the heat   
   the idea   
   the importance   
   the impression   
   the information   
   the iphone   
   the key   
   the kind   
   the lack   
   the light   
   the line   
   the lock   
   the look   
   the machine   
   the man   
   the middle   
   the mirror   
   the moment   
   the morning   
   the music   
   the need   
   the network   
   the night   
   the number   
   the opposite   
   the outside   
   the parking   
   the part   
   the past   
   the phone   
   the place   
   the point   
   the possibility   
   the problem   
   the process   
   the program   
   the prospect   
   the question   
   the rain   
   the reason   
   the rest   
   the right   
   the road   
   the room   
   the screen   
   the security   
   the sense   
   the shock   
   the side   
   the sight   
   the situation   
   the size   
   the sky   
   the sort   
   the sound   
   the source   
   the street   
   the stuff   
   the sun   
   the system   
   the table   
   the thing   
   the thought   
   the time   
   the top   
   the traffic   
   the truth   
   the type   
   the verge   
   the view   
   the wall   
   the way   
   the weight   
   the whole   
   the wind   
   the window   
   the world   
   this case   
   this moment   
   this morning   
   this place   
   this point   
   this sort   
   this time   
   this wasn't   
   a moment to   
   an effort to   
   any effort to   
   a pleasure to   
   a reason to   
   a way to   
   a return to the   
   the door to the house swung open   
   the door to the room was stuck   
   the closer to the   
   the door to the   
   the drive to the   
   the way to the   
   no closer to   
   no desire to   
   no need to   
   no place to   
   no reason to   
   no time to   
   no way to   
   a moment to he   
   some time to   
   the ability to   
   the answer to   
   the decision to   
   the door to   
   the entrance to   
   the had to   
   the idea to   
   the key to   
   the need to   
   the opportunity to   
   the tried to   
   the way to   
   a moment to realize   
   no need to worry about   
   no one to share   
   the way to determine   
   all around was   
   another week passed   
   the clock struck twelve   
   another screen monitored the   
   the sky was a clear blue   
   no one seemed the least bit   
   no one had the opportunity to   
   no one noticed the   
   no one questioned the   
   no one had a more   
   the map was a   
   the page displayed the   
   the thing resembled a   
   the thought was both   
   the trouble was the   
   the trouble was there were no   
   no one cared about the   
   the place was like a   
   the message came through loud and   
   no one believed that   
   a waitress came with his coffee   
   the door closed behind him   
   the joke was on him   
   the man looked like he had   
   that reality was that   
   the fact was that   
   the guy looked like   
   the irony was that   
   the problem was that   
   the question was whether   
   the reality was that   
   the result was that   
   the story was that   
   the truth was that   
   the writing was in   
   the tension was thick as   
   the sun was high overhead   
   no explanation was necessary   
   the situation looked more   
   the connection was fuzzy   
   the course was clear   
   the door clicked open   
   the door swung open   
   the line went dead   
   the rest was easy   
   the room was cold   
   the sky was blue   
   the notion sent chills down his   
   the door slammed shut   
   the latch clicked shut   
   the reasoning made sense   
   no one had time to   
   no one answered   
   no one came   
   no one dared   
   no one had   
   no one knew   
   no one moved   
   no sooner had   
   the thought filled him with   
   the trouble was he might still be   
   no one called him   
   no one noticed him   
   no sooner had his   
   the thought made him almost   
   the fact was he didn't have much of an   
   the trouble was he didn't know what   
   the answer satisfied her   
   the fear overwhelmed him   
   the thought made him   
   the thought terrified him   
   the thought upset him   
   the trouble was he   
   the trouble was he didn't really   
   no sooner had he done that than   
   the rain came suddenly and without   
   the man was not a   
   no one did anymore except   
   the light was still on   
   the point was not that   
   the grass was still wet   
   the sky was still dark   
   the window was too dark to see   
   no one had ever   
   no one knew exactly   
   no one was there   
   the difference was not so clear   
   the matter was far too important to be   
   this way was not much used   
   the bridge was ahead   
   the game was up   
   the guy looked particularly   
   the idea was so   
   the man was hardly   
   the power was off   
   the road curved ahead   
   this too was not   
   the secret was apparently to   
   the air had suddenly grown cold   
   no one had ever been so   
   the assumption had always been   
   the circuitry was badly damaged   
   the trouble was he'd been   
   some searching had   
   the air was   
   the computer was   
   the difficulty became   
   the door slammed   
   the door was   
   the feeling was   
   the image disappeared   
   the light was   
   the man had   
   the man looked   
   the man was   
   the need was   
   the problem was   
   the process was   
   the program indicated   
   the resemblance was   
   the road curved   
   the room was   
   the simulation ended   
   the situation demanded   
   the situation was   
   the sky was   
   the sound was   
   the sun was   
   the that was   
   the thing was   
   the time came   
   the time was   
   the traffic was   
   the trouble was   
   the vision vanished   
   the wind was   
   this being said   
   this too was   
   the image changed to a   
   the computer came to life   
   no one seemed to   
   the alternative was to   
   the challenge was to   
   the idea was to   
   the man started to   
   the plan was to   
   the thought occurred to   
   the trick was to   
   all he'd had to keep   
   no one had to know that   
   a crowd was forming   
   the computer was interpreting the   
   a surprise was waiting for   
   that program was running now   
   the computer was monitoring   
   the effect was astounding   
   the storm had come without notice   
   no one had gone into   
   the door slammed closed behind   
   the silence was broken by   
   the software had changed all that   
   the damage was done   
   the door was locked   
   the night had brought   
   the problem was gone   
   no one had bothered to   
   no one was allowed to   
   the wind had been blowing all day   
   no effort had been made to   
   no one knew where the   
   the day came when   
   the time came when   
   no one knew how to   
   this wasn't going as he planned   
   the smoke rising from   
   the lock snapping open   
   no doubt having   
   this time taking   
   this couldn't be accidental   
   a door opened   
   a moment passed   
   a girl arrived with   
   a bonfire burned at the   
   a cry echoed across the   
   that nothing mattered at all   
   every muscle ached from   
   no one bothered about it until   
   some light filtered through   
   the air smelled like   
   this time accompanied by   
   no one bothered to   
   that couldn't have been much more than   
   this couldn't be   
   no one remembers whether it   
   no one has   
   no one knows   
   no one has ever   
   the inside is   
   the screen freezes   
   the one that   
   a process that had   
   the fact that had   
   the incident that had   
   no doubt that was to   
   the computer that operates   
   a man who   
   no matter what the   
   a man who could   
   some one who could   
   no idea what   
   no matter what   
   no matter what he   
   no matter what he said   
   no matter what he had done   
   the one who   
   a man who had   
   no matter what happened   
   no matter how many times   
   no matter how close   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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