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PROMPT May 11th Look at a picture from your younger years. You don’t have to share the photo with us, but try to describe it in as much detail as possible. What led up to the photo being taken and what happened after? Collin sat in his closet again. For some reason Collin had grown fond of rifling through that closet. There were so many baubles and treasures and pieces of junk. All of them tugged at his heart just a little. Well if anything could tug at Collin's heart that would be...well...close to a miracle. Because Collin's heart was selfish and cold. Black beyond black. And meaner than mean. That's what Collin thought anyway. But as he dug through the closet, tossing all the bits about, there was one little spot on his selfish cold heart that wasn't so black. And Collin, though he would never admit it, actually liked that one little spot. And he found he couldn't help himself as he dug through the closet. He tried so hard to go out to the world, to play some tricks and set some traps, and send some ill magic this way and that. Because that's what Collin did. He thrived on ill magic and found joy in his tricks and traps. And in 400 years he didn't think he could change. Not so fast, a small inner voice said to his head. You might just find something you like. And that small inner voice made his cravings so bad. Cravings to find what lay in the closet. Cravings to find something of joy. Collin couldn't stand it. But he couldn't resist. So he dug in the closet hoping this crazy craving phase would pass. He dug as fast as he could. He tossed stuff about and threw objects afar. And then...his hand fell on something he never expected to find. A photo. Yes, a photo. Of Collin himself! It was stuck in a frame, the glass dusty and cracked. But the image was there. It was Collin alright. He peered at the photo and sat back to think. Exactly when was that photo? And why was he smiling? Collin crinkled his nose because he had no idea. He never smiled...except when, of course, he was lucky enough to catch some dumb human in a trick or a trap. He cocked his head as he stared at the image, fading somewhat. So he knew it was a while ago. And yes, if he looked closely enough he could see certain things. Like the crazy spiked hair he sported for a century or so. Like the long fuzzy beard that grew for a time. Until of course it didn't grow anymore, and it fell out of his chin hair by hair. And all of his teeth were still shiny and bright. Yes, he could tell that from the smile on his face. And around his neck hung a black woven cord. And at the end of the cord... Yes, that was it! The cord made all the sense in the world! It was graduation day for Collin. Form the Academy of Magic where creatures like him learned to stir up the wickedest of tricks and traps and ill magic. So that was it! A graduation of sorts. Collin wondered where that cord could be. He was sure it still held his medal of exceptional skill for magic and spells. He wondered if it was in the closet where he sat. And just like that he felt some excitement. And a giggle of glee escaped from within. Forget all the tricks. Forget all the traps. Forget the ill magic. Forget everything for now. He just had to find that cord. So Collin went back to digging again. Tossing things about and throwing objects afar. And the photo? Well, it was already forgotten and shoved aside. But Collin didn't care. After all his heart was selfish and cold. And the picture meant nothing except for the cord. And Collin...well...Collin just had to find that cord. |
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