This month we will be revisiting ScreamPrompts and taking a look at dA-Literature!

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" All literature is welcome at dA-Literature. "

-dA-Literature's front page

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" This group features writing prompts specifically created to strengthen your story writing abilities through challenging your imagination. Primarily designed for prose writers of any genre, from novice to veteran and hobbyist to published author. If you've ever been curious to see what you're made of, you're in the right place. We're here to have fun with our craft, possibly break the stranglehold of Writer's Block and show that you can do anything if you put your mind to it, even if it's dragged out of you, kicking and Screaming.

Please read the Manifesto on the About Us page before joining. Thank you.

If you're not writing for this group, and you call yourself a writer, you're not taking your skill to the next level. So join today. Show us what you've got. Show YOURSELF.  "

-ScreamPrompts's front page

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Changing Sands"May I sit here?"
Alex looked up, the breeze catching her red hair, blowing it back. "The beach is big, I'm sure if you looked hard enough, you could find some other place to sit," she said, her eyes returning to the orange-tinted waters as her fingers dug into the still warm sand.
"I know," the man replied, dropping his surfboard and himself onto the sand beside her. "You're always here. I dunno, but you always look lonely.
Alex frowned. "So, you're my white knight here to rescue me?"
"I just wanted to see what kind of girl would come to the beach and not even swim."
"The kind that doesn't own a swimsuit." She turned her head just in time to see a wide smirk spread across the surfer's face.
"Ah, but clothing isn't exactly required. I'd be more than happy to join you if you decide to take a dip," he offered. He didn't seem to notice the way her green eyes narrowed.
"You know, as sweet as that is, I think I'll pass."
The man picked up a seashell, examining it as if it was something that You Me and an Ass Makes Three
The O'Brian Star sat fixed in space between two possible orbits. On maneuvering thrust, we could roll into a pattern over Telavor, shuttle down for some much needed rest while the ship was refitted and resupplied and plot our next supra-light slip. Alternately, we could drop through the nearly non-existant atmosphere of Tel N'akvar, punch a hole into the local mining outpost and load up with enough rare ore to be building a new ship at the other end of the galaxy before the N'akvarans knew what hit them.
It all seemed pretty simply to me as I sat in the upper gunner's turret, admiring the view, the two planets nearly perfectly aligned with their sun; Telavor casting its massive shadow over the smaller Tel N'akvar.
It was from this vantage point that I had been watching them argue through the window, the Captain and his first mate. They were alone on the bridge, the viewports unshielded and thus unusually transparent from this angle with the lack of outside light. The Captain seemed exa

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