Cedar Writes

Tag: post-apocalyptic

  • Odd Prompts: Warmup

    Odd Prompts: Warmup

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    Cedar Sanderson
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    “Tell me about spring.” He nestled close to her, his eyes heavy, his body too warm.  She tucked the blanket around him and accepted the snuggle. It was hard for the littles. They didn’t understand so many things. Sick was one of them. Spring was another.  “Once upon a time…” She began.  He looked up…

  • Planning Ahead

    Planning Ahead

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    Cedar Sanderson
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    I have to admit, a friend’s comment elsewhere caught my attention and kind of sums up how I feel right now. Like there are storm clouds looming on the horizon, and I’m bracing for the gust front to swirl through the yard, tossing leaves high into the air… Doom is falling. It just hasn’t landed…