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Sunday, July 20th -

one word prompt: Dearest

quote prompt: "You can't always outrun your past life."

song prompt: Here I Dreamt / Was An Architect by The Decemberists

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Saturday, July 19th -

one word prompt: Tradegy/Comedy

quote prompt: "And so live ever-or else swoon to death." - John Keats

song prompt: Cowboy's Lament by Burl Ives

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Friday July 18th -

one word prompt: Soulmates

quote prompt: "Look how long this love can hold its breath." - Sierra DeMulder

song prompt: Names by Radical Face

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Thursday, July 17th -

one word prompt: Hero

quote prompt: "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." - Helen Keller

song prompt: Oh My Violence by Lady Lamb

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Wednesday, July 16th -

one word prompt: Protectiveness

quote prompt: "In three words I can sum up everything l've learned about life: it goes on." - Robert Frost

song prompt: The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

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Tuesday July 15th -

one word prompt: Gamble

quote prompt: "Nothing ever lasts forever, we will go softly into the night." Respite of the Spitalfields - Ghost

song prompt: Lungs by Townes Van Zandt

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Prompt Week at the OK Corral - Day 1

Prompt: quote prompt: "His blood was dearer to me than my own."

Title: From the Earth to the Stars

Summary:

Fate stole Doc’s identity, but Wyatt still has a chance at salvation. When the Doc that exists now is gone, who will protect Wyatt? Who will say yes without a second thought?

or When Wyatt asks Doc to help track down a cowboy affiliate, Doc's illness inadvertently leads to a confession.

Rating: M (sexual scenes, descriptions of fatal illness, and discussion of mortality) . This fic is mostly angst and fluff with a bit of smut towards the end.

Also can be read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67561221

Authors notes and fic below.

Authors Note: After Val's death, I fell back into a Wyatt and Doc obsession. I tried to keep characterizations to Tombstone but some Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp/actual historical interpretation may have seeped in from recency watch (sorry!).

Anytime Wyatt Earp sought help, he went first to Doc Holliday, whose answer was almost always yes. Whether retrieving a letter or facing down an outlaw, he’d be there. Rejection had become a recurring theme in Doc’s current existence. Appreciation was a mere a forgotten emotion belonging in graveyards left behind in Georgia. It’s a damn miracle anyone would pursue the current Doc Holliday, so why would he ever not oblige?

So this morning when Wyatt sought Doc’s help to track a cowboy affiliate who’d shot up a saloon the night before, as usual, Doc agreed. When that piss drunk cowboy shot out the front window of the saloon, Wyatt appeared from the batwing doors and pistol-whipped the man. It was assumed the barkeeper had called the Earp brothers in. In reality, it was Wyatt hearing the commotion who could not resist vigilante action. No matter, that poor bastard is now a marked man and in protective custody with Virgil. That meant the closing of the bar, which canceled Doc’s card game, thus freeing his next 24 hours.

So there he was, riding beside the great Wyatt Earp, following the trail outside Tombstone. As if fate wrote it.

“What are you smiling at, Doc?”

Doc sits straight on his horse, clearing his throat. He knows he has let his mask slip. He sees Wyatt squinting at the late afternoon sun. His brown hair shines with a golden hue. Wyatt’s glare focuses ahead, searching for the next track. Doc could shoot Wyatt’s own hat straight off his head while a dust storm blew through, and he’d be none the wiser, his focus so wrapped up in finding this cowboy.

“Why, Wyatt—just enjoying the ride,” Doc replies, swallowing his bemusement behind a cough.

The tracks led them to a small lake, a stone’s throw off the main path. They’ve ridden too far out to return that same night, much to Doc’s relief. With the card game canceled, Kate took clients that night not to fall behind financially. If he arrived back at the boarding house before Kate, he’d have nothing to do but sleep alone. During times like that, his tuberculosis seemed to get worse. The blood coughed up became pools of plasma, soaking handkerchiefs and filling basins. The constant dull stab in his chest became torture, keeping him sleepless—as if loneliness could quicken his demise.

Wyatt surveys the lake’s edge, finds a spot off the trail, and sets up camp. Doc starts a fire while settling his cough with a few alcohol swigs. He adds more kindling, but the smoke stings his lungs. He hisses as he breathes through his nose, as if it would somehow make a difference. The burn rises as the tears from his lungs work their way to his chest. Doc shakes it off as he attempts to tend to the flames, but as they grow, the smoke poisons him further.

“You don’t gotta do that; the smoke ain’t good for you—”, Wyatt says, gripping Doc’s forearm and pulling him back.

“Look at you, my valiant protector!” Doc snarks back, brushing Wyatt’s hand away. He glances back, catching Wyatt with concern etched across his furrowed brow.

“I’m fine, Wyatt,” Doc responds with a sting of guilt. “I inhale worse walking to the Oriental.”

Despite his words, a cough rises. Doc grabs his handkerchief as the metallic taste of blood sits in his throat. He abandons the fire to escape the smoke, heading toward the lake.

The suffocation overcomes him as he stops at the bank as a more violent hack break through.

“Here”.

Wyatt places Doc’s flask in his hand. He immediately drinks, taming the gnawing monster that inhabits his chest.

“Thank you, Wyatt.”

Wyatt frowns. His mustache droops down, hiding his mouth like a newspaper caricature.

Doc plops himself on the ground, showing no regard for his usual formality. Wyatt joins him. Doc listens to the lapping of water on the lakefront. He notices Wyatt toying with grass blades between his fingers. Doc suppresses another cough, the sting in his chest mixing with the aching guilt of his heart.

“The time I saved your life in Dodge—the burn stopped in my chest,” Doc blurts out before he realizes. “The thought of you dead outweighed my suffering. Imagine that. You’ve cured tuberculosis by almost getting yourself killed.” Doc snickers, but he can feel Wyatt’s knowing stare. Blood drains from his pale cheeks.

“It’s actually every time,” Doc confesses.

“Every time what?” Wyatt interrupts while pulling grass and dirt into his fists.

“Every time you need me, I don’t feel pain in my chest,” Doc continues, “as if my purpose is to protect you. I know what this journey west is for, even if I can’t start a damned fire. “

Doc lets out a small cough, hitching his body over and preventing a stronger spell.

“I don’t need it, Doc—”

“But you do,” Doc lifts himself enough to meet Wyatt’s worried gaze. His voice rises as his Southern temper gets the best of him. “God damn me, then why did you ask me here? There are dozens of men available. And even so—it’s me. It’s always me.”

On cue, the burn rises again. Doc flings his head back in pain. He’s relieved to have avoided Wyatt’s reaction to his words this time. Through his tear-soaked vision, he notices the clear, cloudless night.

‘Beautiful,’ Doc mutters. It’s enough to leave his physical being. They were the same stars he’d seen as a boy back home, constellations telling stories of heroes and fate. Doc snorts. Irony destines him. And destiny assigned him the protector of the frontier’s famous lawman. An absolute fool’s story.

Wyatt rests a hand on his shoulder, his gentle touch grounding him. Doc takes a normal breath.

“You see the stars in the lake? Like a mirror,” Wyatt points out, Wyatt points out with childlike marvel.

Doc smiles, hardly able to stay mad at Wyatt after that.

“The constellations gaze at their reflections like Narcissus, dreaming of a perfect life,” Doc says. “Healing all imperfections, at least the ones we see in ourselves.”

Wyatt’s crystal-blue eyes shine with starlight as he stares across the lake. Doc can’t help but bite his lip while lost in them. A simple moment of shared wonderment between them.

“You mention healing for a reason, Doc?” Wyatt says, distress cracking his stoic expression.

Doc falls back to Earth once more. “Oh, you’re ever so observant when you want to be, Wyatt.”

“Not just a dumb Yankee, am I?” Wyatt says.

“Wyatt, I would never accuse you of being dumb, but a Yankee—.” Doc can manage only a faint smirk at his own quip. He looks at the blood-spotted handkerchief in his lap.

“I think about healing and all the breakthroughs I’ve heard,” Doc says. “A medical journal from my cousin suggests getting out more. Then there’s another doctor who contradicts that. I don’t know what the next step of it would be but living in a blasted infirmary. Don’t want that. Sounds like a dull way to go.” He tosses his handkerchief away like a naughty schoolboy tossing a crumpled paper ball behind the teacher’s back.

He takes his friend’s hand and runs his thumb over Wyatt’s leathery palm, as if he were one of his mother’s delicate porcelain dolls.

“This is real. You feel my touch. That reflection? It is not. That’s what people pray to Wyatt. They always have. But flesh, illness, and ache are real. The stories are just mere guides,” Doc says while he traces the lines on Wyatt’s palm. He remembers his cousin telling him each line on a palm could predict one’s future. Back then, his fate read was marriage and children. Another silly thing that is only useless knowledge now.

Doc nestles in Wyatt’s chest.

“You know, Wyatt, I’m not going away this time.”

“Not true, Doc.”

“What?”

“You will one day be gone—soon, and I don’t know what I’ll do. No one else cares. Morgan got his own life. Mattie—it’s different. It’s you I need,” Wyatt mutters. He buries his face in the crook of Doc’s neck.

Doc responds with a shudder.

But he’s right. Wyatt needs a protector. He’s driven too much by principle alone. Doc’s logical mind complemented Wyatt in tough situations. It was damn near impossible for others out west to connect living and dying with a legacy left behind. Most plebeian frontiersmen would never grasp such things. Wyatt was different, and God knows for what reason.

Fate stole Doc’s identity, but Wyatt still has a chance at salvation. When the Doc that exists now is gone, who will protect Wyatt? Who will say yes without a second thought?

Doc watches his friend’s lips quiver. Wyatt closes the gap with a kiss.

Doc pulls away despite his body’s desire.

“Wyatt, damn you! You want tuberculosis?”

Wyatt pulls him back, his warm breath hitting Doc’s jaw.

“I don’t care right now,” Wyatt murmurs. He pulls Doc into a kiss. His fear of infecting Wyatt lingers, but the want pooling in his trousers becomes the most pressing matter.

Wyatt pulls Doc atop him, allowing him into Wyatt’s arms. He pushes his trousers to his knees, fearing undressing any further. He can already see his breath. The last thing Doc needs is another bout with illness, no matter how much he desires Wyatt’s touch.

Doc takes Wyatt’s cock in his hand, working him hard. Doc considers himself quite experienced; attending an all-boys’ academy will do that. Wyatt still becomes bashful when touched, much to Doc’s chagrin. He blames whatever piety still echoes in Wyatt’s mind. But Doc, a devil from Georgia, has always known what lies hidden behind closed doors. He’s been helping his bleeding-heart companion learn.

Once hard, Doc lifts himself onto Wyatt’s full length. The discomfort becomes pleasure. He rides Wyatt while working himself at the same time. Wyatt’s eyes shut, mouth agape, and his brow twitches every time he arches himself down on Wyatt’s cock. To Doc, it’s the most beautiful sight he’d ever beheld. The man who the cow towns fear, now pinned down, vulnerable, under his spell. Wyatt and Doc release together.

“You know, Wyatt, we haven’t seen a single cowboy, or person for that matter,” Doc purrs in Wyatt’s ear. “You’re sure you tracked right?”

“Pretty sure,” Wyatt smirks. “Hope you don’t feel like it wasted your time, none.”

“I’ve never wasted a second that I’ve spent with the great Wyatt Earp,” Doc retorts. “We don’t need to hurry back. I’m sure Kate’s at the brothel. We shall try again tomorrow. Don’t fret, we will get your man.”

Wyatt responds by pulling Doc close, holding him like his soul could slip away at any moment.

Doc had only a few nights like these left. Wyatt’s future beyond him can be solved another day. For now, they are sleeping under the stars; the stories of Heracles, Zeus, and Athena light their world. This is their fate. Wyatt will understand that too. But he doesn’t right now. Doc laughs, falling asleep in Wyatt’s arms.

End Note: I hope everyone enjoyed! I was so happy to have found this event and didn't realize Tombstone had a decent fandom until recently. I have a few WIPs I'm working on, so I hope to post more soon. Thank you for reading and any kudos/comments would be greatly appreciated (here or on AO3)

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Prompt Week at the OK Corral - Day 1

Welcome to the Tombstone event of the summer! Be sure to check out @tombstone-events for other content posted throughout the week. You're a daisy if you do ;)

Warnings: Canon typical sickness (tuberculosis), blood, swearing, canon typical cheating (Sorry Mattie)

Quote Prompt: "His blood was dearer to me than my own."

Watching Doc get sicker wasn't easy for anyone. Perhaps the only one who could deal with is without so much as a wince was Kate. It wasn't that she didn't care- She'd simply accepted long ago that Doc wasn't hers, nor really of the mortal realm any longer. He was marked by Death, doomed to be his dancing partner.

He was also Wyatt Earp's. And Earp thought himself a god on the best of days. A god who thought he could save Doc Holliday.

They lazed together in a drunken stupor on a sweltering July evening, whilst Mattie believed her husband was dealing faro at the Oriental. They had little care for the sweat that stuck their skin together, as Doc was always sweaty. Wyatt smoothed a hand over Doc's back with a tenderness none of his previous brides had ever known from him.

Silence between them wasn't unusual. At times, it was almost as if they could read one another's minds. This was one.

"My Wyatt, you're rather tense. Don't tell me I've gone and thrown your back out again." Holliday led with humor, his eyes crinkling at the edges as they always did when he smiled. He often cursed Earp for the smile lines he was developing as he aged.

Wyatt snorted softly. "It's nothing, Doc." He assured, brushing his fingers through the damp hair near the gambler's temple.

"Mm.. you know I know when you're lying." He drawled, opening an eye. "Spit it out."

Wyatt allowed himself a moment to be entranced by the way in which the southerner's lips moved, committing the motion to memory. "I'm thinking about the color red."

Holliday seemed taken aback, for once in his damn life, his nose wrinkling. "Red." He repeated.

"Yes sir." Earp smiled softly, amused by the rare expression on his dear lover's face.

"What about red?" Doc pressed.

"What it means." Earp, a man of infuriatingly few words, despite often profound thoughts. Doc was irritated how much he was rubbing off on him.

Before Doc could smack him, Wyatt continued. "It's beautiful. But it represents.. pain." He clicked his tongue thoughtfully. "Take those blasted sashes the cowboys wear, for instance." He gestured vaguely, as he often did when he spoke. "I see the vision. Flowing red fabric while they ride their horses.. it's breathtaking. But pain and death follow them wherever they go. Businesses destroyed, families torn apart, communities ravaged."

"You're not saying what you mean." Doc observed.

"I.." Wyatt swallowed hard. "I'm talking about your blood."

"My blood." Doc clarified for the second time.

"Every time I see you cough into that rag, when your blood hits it- Stains it? God, it's the prettiest color I think I've ever seen. Because it keeps you alive. It means you're still here with me." He spilled, gripping the nape of John's neck to force him to look him in the eye. "But then I remember- I remember I'm not supposed to see it. I see it linger on the inside of your lips, and I just want to push it back in, like that's going to fix it-" His tone almost sounded pleading... like a damned man making his final prayer. A god trying to save a mortal.

Doc seemed to see through him, in the moment. Looked right on through to his soul in the way only a man on the precipice of life could manage. His eyes were haunting. Wyatt was sure he'd see them from the corner of his eye long after he was gone.

"You sappy oaf." Doc grinned, unbothered. "And it took so much to pull that from you? My, you are stunted."

Wyatt growled. "You're not- Listening to me, Doc. Do you hear me?"

The blond made a face. "What an attitude we have this evening. Perhaps I just want to hear you say it plainly, my good Wyatt."

"You're dearer to me than anything else. Dearer to me than my own life." He breathed, pulling him closer by his previously established grip. "And it pisses me off that I can't do anything to keep you here with me longer." He swallowed. "Because if I asked you to try to stay with me longer, that would be me asking you to change. I don't want you to change, Doc. Not even when you sit that pretty ass down on my last nerve."

The dentist gave an affectionate chuckle, before closing the space between them. The kiss tasted of iron, a grim reminder of the finite nature of their legendary affair. It said all Doc needed to say.

Wyatt had never tasted anything better.

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Monday July 14th -

one word prompt: Outnumbered

quote prompt: "His blood was dearer to me than my own."

song prompt: Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie by Johnny Cash

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Prompt Week at the OK Corral!

this year's prompt week will take place from July 14th-July 20th. create, engage, and most of all, have a good time!

all types of contributions are fair game! writing, art, gifs, mood boards, etc! as long as it's authentically human (no ai) it's welcomed at the corral

have trouble finishing projects? not to worry! we have a special place for wips! sarcastically named "boot hill", we have a separate collection for wips, no need to feel rushed on the prairie, folks

PROMPT LIST IS BELOW THE CUT

Monday July 14th -

one word prompt: Outnumbered

quote prompt: "His blood was dearer to me than my own."

song prompt: Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie by Johnny Cash

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Tuesday July 15th -

one word prompt: Gamble

quote prompt: “Nothing ever lasts forever, we will go softly into the night.” Respite of the Spitalfields - Ghost

song prompt: Lungs by Townes Van Zandt

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Wednesday, July 16th -

one word prompt: Protectiveness

quote prompt: “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.” - Robert Frost

song prompt: The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

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Thursday, July 17th -

one word prompt: Hero

quote prompt: "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." - Helen Keller

song prompt: Oh My Violence by Lady Lamb

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Friday July 18th -

one word prompt: Soulmates

quote prompt: "Look how long this love can hold its breath." -  Sierra DeMulder

song prompt: Names by Radical Face

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Saturday, July 19th -

one word prompt: Tradegy/Comedy

quote prompt: "And so live ever—or else swoon to death." - John Keats

song prompt: Cowboy's Lament by Burl Ives

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Sunday, July 20th -

one word prompt: Dearest

quote prompt: "You can't always outrun your past life."

song prompt: Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect by The Decemberists

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reblog to spread the word to other fans!

and remember-- you can write about any one of these prompts, all of them, none of them, it's up to you! if it's posted during the week, and you tag the blog, then it's considered a contribution! and of course no matter the subject of your piece (it can be about doc/wyatt, it can be a curly bill character study, it can be about the 1950s movie Gunfight at the OK Corral) if it has something to do with the western town of tombstone and the historical characters we know and love, then it's welcome!

happy hunting :)

taglist: @ogaycorral, @true-neutral-necromancer, @theo-goore

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posting on ao3? use this link to find the Prompt Week At The OK Corral collection! we welcome all works, long or short, sfw or nsfw!

posting on tumblr? use #promptweekattheokcorral2025 or #tombstoneevents, or just feel free to tag me, @tombstone-events!

happy hunting everyone! posting starts TOMORROW!

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prompt week at the ok corral COMING UP!!!

[tombstone-events]

Prompt Week at the OK Corral!

this year's prompt week will take place from July 14th-July 20th. create, engage, and most of all, have a good time!

all types of contributions are fair game! writing, art, gifs, mood boards, etc! as long as it's authentically human (no ai) it's welcomed at the corral

have trouble finishing projects? not to worry! we have a special place for wips! sarcastically named "boot hill", we have a separate collection for wips, no need to feel rushed on the prairie, folks

PROMPT LIST IS BELOW THE CUT

Monday July 14th -

one word prompt: Outnumbered

quote prompt: "His blood was dearer to me than my own."

song prompt: Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie by Johnny Cash

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Tuesday July 15th -

one word prompt: Gamble

quote prompt: “Nothing ever lasts forever, we will go softly into the night.” Respite of the Spitalfields - Ghost

song prompt: Lungs by Townes Van Zandt

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Wednesday, July 16th -

one word prompt: Protectiveness

quote prompt: “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.” - Robert Frost

song prompt: The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

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Thursday, July 17th -

one word prompt: Hero

quote prompt: "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." - Helen Keller

song prompt: Oh My Violence by Lady Lamb

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Friday July 18th -

one word prompt: Soulmates

quote prompt: "Look how long this love can hold its breath." -  Sierra DeMulder

song prompt: Names by Radical Face

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Saturday, July 19th -

one word prompt: Tradegy/Comedy

quote prompt: "And so live ever—or else swoon to death." - John Keats

song prompt: Cowboy's Lament by Burl Ives

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Sunday, July 20th -

one word prompt: Dearest

quote prompt: "You can't always outrun your past life."

song prompt: Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect by The Decemberists

--

reblog to spread the word to other fans!

and remember-- you can write about any one of these prompts, all of them, none of them, it's up to you! if it's posted during the week, and you tag the blog, then it's considered a contribution! and of course no matter the subject of your piece (it can be about doc/wyatt, it can be a curly bill character study, it can be about the 1950s movie Gunfight at the OK Corral) if it has something to do with the western town of tombstone and the historical characters we know and love, then it's welcome!

happy hunting :)

taglist: @ogaycorral, @true-neutral-necromancer, @theo-goore

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for those of you who aren’t familiar, the event is Prompt Week at the OK Corral! more info here, happy hunting :)

[tombstone-events]

Prompt Week at the OK Corral!

this year's prompt week will take place from July 14th-July 20th. create, engage, and most of all, have a good time!

all types of contributions are fair game! writing, art, gifs, mood boards, etc! as long as it's authentically human (no ai) it's welcomed at the corral

have trouble finishing projects? not to worry! we have a special place for wips! sarcastically named "boot hill", we have a separate collection for wips, no need to feel rushed on the prairie, folks

PROMPT LIST IS BELOW THE CUT

Monday July 14th -

one word prompt: Outnumbered

quote prompt: "His blood was dearer to me than my own."

song prompt: Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie by Johnny Cash

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Tuesday July 15th -

one word prompt: Gamble

quote prompt: “Nothing ever lasts forever, we will go softly into the night.” Respite of the Spitalfields - Ghost

song prompt: Lungs by Townes Van Zandt

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Wednesday, July 16th -

one word prompt: Protectiveness

quote prompt: “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.” - Robert Frost

song prompt: The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

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Thursday, July 17th -

one word prompt: Hero

quote prompt: "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." - Helen Keller

song prompt: Oh My Violence by Lady Lamb

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Friday July 18th -

one word prompt: Soulmates

quote prompt: "Look how long this love can hold its breath." -  Sierra DeMulder

song prompt: Names by Radical Face

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Saturday, July 19th -

one word prompt: Tradegy/Comedy

quote prompt: "And so live ever—or else swoon to death." - John Keats

song prompt: Cowboy's Lament by Burl Ives

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Sunday, July 20th -

one word prompt: Dearest

quote prompt: "You can't always outrun your past life."

song prompt: Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect by The Decemberists

--

reblog to spread the word to other fans!

and remember-- you can write about any one of these prompts, all of them, none of them, it's up to you! if it's posted during the week, and you tag the blog, then it's considered a contribution! and of course no matter the subject of your piece (it can be about doc/wyatt, it can be a curly bill character study, it can be about the 1950s movie Gunfight at the OK Corral) if it has something to do with the western town of tombstone and the historical characters we know and love, then it's welcome!

happy hunting :)

taglist: @ogaycorral, @true-neutral-necromancer, @theo-goore