Today's prompt is a setting with a few people, but mostly a setting.
The crew stood on the barren rock and looked around. There was nothing there but rock as far as they eye could see. No green, no blue, no nothing, but gray rock, and even grayer sand. The only thing that broke up the landscape, other than them, was the hulk of ship that used to be theirs.
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Daily writing Prompts #66
Bob looked at the wind swept ground. It looked like it had been scrubbed with a scouring pad. There was nothing left but the bare earth. He laughed to himself at that thought. They were about as far from anything that could be called earth as any man had ever been, but they still called it that.
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