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Tough
#WritcoStoryPrompt90
Which method of discipline do you prefer, soft or tough? Create a story about the query to back up your response.
I remember the fog that morning. A hot, sticky, grey blanket of oppressive Texas moisture enveloping all in a wall so thick I could barely see the man shouting at me just mere inches from my face, his voice seemingly bellowing through all of time and space, echoing with the power of the great Metatron. Sgt. Blakemore was furious. A monster of a man, tall, black, and intense in every gesture, he stood looming over our fragile and timid souls, sweat and spit spattering us all with each word spewed out of his boiling face. Juvenile delinquents everyone of us, from all walks of life, quivering beneath the shadow of the beast we had been surrendered too, condemned to a hell brought forth from actions of our own, sentenced by...
Which method of discipline do you prefer, soft or tough? Create a story about the query to back up your response.
I remember the fog that morning. A hot, sticky, grey blanket of oppressive Texas moisture enveloping all in a wall so thick I could barely see the man shouting at me just mere inches from my face, his voice seemingly bellowing through all of time and space, echoing with the power of the great Metatron. Sgt. Blakemore was furious. A monster of a man, tall, black, and intense in every gesture, he stood looming over our fragile and timid souls, sweat and spit spattering us all with each word spewed out of his boiling face. Juvenile delinquents everyone of us, from all walks of life, quivering beneath the shadow of the beast we had been surrendered too, condemned to a hell brought forth from actions of our own, sentenced by...
