Lordy, it's been months since I've been here. I haven't written for so long that I don't even know what to write about any more. Let's see if I can come up with some prompts, at least.
The islands were like the teeth of some great, unimaginable beast laying on the bottom of the ocean.
How the gods play
"I did it because I thought you were just another silly girl," he said. "I had no way of knowing that you would, well, you know."
I was marked, branded. Like a beast in the field.
Given the title of this journal, the song prompt could only be this slab of classic rock: