Sunday, August 5, 2012

Wonderland Or Bust

The Sunday Flash Factory 5 to 50/55 challenge prompt words in bold.

Alice sat on the edge, her legs dangling in the void, the notebook page blank beside her. The flow of new words had stopped, leaving her stuck on the precipice--alone, remote. A bell beckoned from below, the sounds of a party wafted up the tunnel. Conflict without compromise kept of her from venturing further.

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