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Jeremiah
1. Prompt: there will be peace when you are done
"You need to get up," Smith said, watching his friend, who was cowering on his bed, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hands,"the skinheads are coming closer, and Markus needs his best men at the sharp end."
Kurdy stared at him with blurry eyes:" I am sick of fighting; since Elizabeth is gone, life is only pain, so why don't you ask your God to let me die in peace?"
"He is not interested in my wishes; nor in yours," Smith answered," and he says: there will be peace when everything is done."
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2. Prompt: back to the place we used to call home
"Home," Kurdy asked," what kind of home? The world is turned around; I will never be able to go back to the place I called home once because it's gone forever."
Smith smiled sadly: "At least you can remember your past, your family, your friends, your home; this is much more than I have; all I can remember is a dark night when I decided to end my life; but I did wake up again, with a great emptiness in my head, besides of God's voice."
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3. Prompt: Under a blood-red sky a crowd has gathered in black and white
The voice in his head got louder. "Under the blood-red sky, the crowd will gather," God said, "and the world will be covered in black and white dust before the day ends."
Smith shuddered; another mystery prophecy he wasn't able to understand; all he could hope for was that this time it wouldn't end with death and pain for the people he cared about.
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4. Prompt: it's only a dream
Jeremiah opened his eyes; Libby was flailing with her arms wildly, groaning intelligible words. Gently, he pulled her in his arms, whispering: "Hey, hey, it's okay, it's only a dream; you are safe; I won't let it happen that someone hurts you again."
Hiding the tears welling up under her closed eyelids, her breathing started to even while she buried her head on his shoulder; she knew well enough her nightmares were all too real, and soon enough also Jeremiah would have to face the truth.
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The Faculty
Prompt: having a good day
Zeke dropped down at the bleachers bench beside Casey: "Hey, what's going on today?"
The boy put his book down, turning to his friend, grinning wide. "The sun is shining; Mr. Brown told me this morning that with my talent, I have the best chance to get a scholarship at a private photo school; Gabe and the other jocks are at a training camp for a week, so, I guess, I'm gonna have a good day."