Welcome to The Daily Aftershock Writing Prompt—a daily invitation to write from the edges of aftermath, memory, rupture, and repair.

Each day, you'll receive a short, charged prompt designed to crack something open. There are no rules, only resonance. Use these however you need: to begin a poem, to open your diary, to find your voice again.

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Do they breathe? Do they grieve? Do they crack their joints and whisper stories to one another? Make them human… or almost. Animate the city after hours. What happens when the people leave?

Here’s a way in:

The tower blocks murmur to the chimneys.The shutters are blinking.

Be the haunted streetlight. Stay weird. Stay watchful.

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