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008 - Exit Plan

The entrance to the tunnel was his only way out, according to the map. He stared at the rubble of collapsed stones while his radio cracked its lost connection. The water pilfered through the cracks, waterfalling bits of stone and muddy sludge into the abysmal cavern below. Ethan’s braced limbs shook as the water rushed away his body heat. A kraken’s roar ballooned and blocked out all sound. Only one thought penetrated. If he couldn’t go up, Ethan had to fight his way down. Find another exit. One that wasn’t on the map. Follow the water. *** First Line Generator: "The entrance to the tunnel was his only way out..."
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006 - Red

 I hate red. Red creeps slowly. It's sticky and smears everywhere. I despise red. Red stains, and no amount of peroxide or bleach erases it. I loathe red. Red contaminates until all I see is red. Red lipstick. Red shoes. Red underwear. Red walls. Drip. Drip. Dripping red. *** Prompt: What a character wearing something red is thinking?
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007 - Anonymous Support

 The girl shouldn't have been sacked, but if he said anything, then he'd be out. Not fired, but out of the good ol' boys' doorway that he'd just gotten his toe through. And the girl would still be out of the job. It wouldn't help her to speak up, and it would just make it worse for him. He scanned the faces of the employees. Many looked unhappy, but no one was taking a stand. Maybe he could send an email to management because this wasn't right. Or something more formal. A letter might be better. Anonymous, of course. *** First Line Generator: "The girl shouldn't have been sacked but if he said anything..."
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