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A challenge of inspiration
My own stories bore me. Compose something interesting including the following phrases: on the night, of passion forlorn, youth's bravado, like it never happened, a silent plea, tireless wings, heartless tomorrow, shadows of dreams. Then, tag a fellow Proser and challenge them to compose a response to your submission (with or without the key phrases) in the comments. Your submission, and the author of your best response, will each receive an inflation-busting $10 for your efforts! Inspire great responses... win fantastic prizes!
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The Reply

[See The Letter: https://theprose.com/post/737746/the-letter]

My dearest sweet Lady H,

I write to thee with trembling hands, as I know I may have but this one chance to answer, and I must spill out the truth my heart cannot hide, before my courage slips away like dew upon the morning grass.

Thou are correct, fair maid, I did espy thee sitting among the guests across the banquet hall, like a rose blooming amidst a field of daisies. I tried not to stare with awkward abandon, but found my eyes drawn to thine grace, as a sword is drawn to a lodestone.

The desire I had... nay, the desire I STILL have... cannot be contained. I dreamed last eve of thee, sitting high and gorgeous upon a white steed, shining thy beauty and love down upon my humble self as the sun radiates the earth with warmth and light, providing it with the very essence of life itself.

I simply must see thee again.

My father would never approve of this. He is concerned only with the farm lands that separate our houses, and the border disputes with thy father. He is an old and doddering fool! I would care not if we gave the lands all to thine family, if only I could kiss thy soft and glorious lips a single time.

If thine heart swells in thy breast as mine does, please meet me at the large oak tree that sits where the High Road crosses the Avenue of Leaves, an hour after sunset. We mustn't be caught, but I cannot contain myself any longer.

Use caution, but wear my love for thee as a shield, and know that I will attend thee upon thy arrival, and forever there after.

I remain thy faithful servant,

B

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