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Right now you’re the only thing on my mind, and it’s kind of a shame to be honest. I should just be laying next to you right now. Wrap your arm around my shoulder and pull me in tighter. Let’s go for another stroll.

I’m converting this group back into a listing as it was intended. I know a few popped on and asked about prompts, I tried a few with no responses.

So, if you’re a writer using oneword to practice writing as the desc says, feel free to join the list and follow others on the list if you like there 60 second stories :)

This time there would be no witnesses. No evidence. No body. No victim. They wouldn’t know I hit them until I was dead and gone and long out of this world. The deeper people try and hide things from me the harder they are to find, usually, by definition. Dirk Horowitz leafed through the IKEA catalogue. At the table next door endemic poverty from years of imperialism and capitalist neglect ordered an extra large double guru burger with bacon and Dirk threw up in his mouth. He swallowed and banged his head on the counter. It was like this in every burger guru and cola king across the country, cheap mass produced photocopies of English 101 characters given a few basic instructions and let loose on the world at large, and how she screamed. He heard her at night, mother Gaia weeping next door to the abandon quartz mine, she balled her eyes out and flooded the tunnels, every night, nonstop incessantly, crying. Howling, at times throwing glass and silver and chunks of buildings and cars around like toys. So tonight he would find those crass neighbors dumping shit into Gaia’s backyard and give them the old jackrabbit smile.
[First line from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams]

If this is to practice our writing, perhaps we should find some exercises to stimulate the group to prevent it from being a redundant reiteration of oneword.com itself.