The western horizon still glowed with the dying light of another sweltering summer day, and a thin haze shrouded the quarter moon and obscured all but the brightest stars in a darkening sky. Not a breath of wind stirred the humid air, heavy with the sour stink of tidal mud; even with the sun down, the heat remained unabated. The city itself seemed to be in the throes of ague. –A Plunder of Souls by DB Jackson

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a description of your setting on a hot evening.

Journaling Prompt: What does your city look and feel like in the summer? What do you enjoy about it?

Art Prompt: Sweltering city

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Describe a summer evening where you live. Appeal to all the senses.

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