She claimed as her own every victory, every accolade, and every achievement he had won by his own blood, sweat, and tears, and she felt emboldened to take advantage of every opportunity to show off the spoils of her twisted little conquest. Her cap had been set the moment they met and nothing would stand in her way because she was determined to be Mrs. Him, to own him, to possess him, to keep him, to drain him like the vampire she was, until nothing remained but his empty husk and her massive hubris.
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Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
Use the word “hubris” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 94 words.
Wow. Kit!!! I am left without words.
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I have some definite feelings on the matter, obviously.
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And your novel is coming out when?
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Um…
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I kid you not, my little one. I will give you ten years and then I want to see you mail or hand me your novel. I am not interested in it being published by a big house. This is your new project. Arguments? 🌹
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Just coming from the hubris?! Oooo… Um… Am I going full fantasy with the vampire or am I just using that as the metaphor?
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