In, out, again.
For #2: Sunrise
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Breathe in, breathe out. Begin again.
It was the same thing most mornings. Well, the mornings Aang could get away. He'd get up before the sun broke over the eastern sky. He'd find himself a comfortable spot, and just breathe.
Aang would concentrate on the flow of energy. He could sense how it grew stronger as the sun rose. There was power, energy, and something there. Some raw, untamed thing rising with the sun.
Sometimes, he'd lose a little control and a jet of fire would dance from his fingertips. He couldn't help but feel exhilarated when it happened. Some part of him would leap and he'd feel like he was coming home. He knew it must've been Roku, or some other fire bender in his line. He loved it when it happened. It made him feel more whole, like everything was falling into place.
Still, he tried to keep control. He didn't want what happened before to ever happen again. So he'd breathe. He'd meditate in the flows until steam poured from his nostrils. He swore to keep control, and fought the impatience he naturally felt. And until he could control it, completely control it, it would always be the same:
Breath in, breathe out. Begin again.
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Well, I'd like a little feedback please. I'm trying to sharpen my writing, and I hope that these prompt exercises work. I have 120 planned out, but I don't know how many I'll be able to post. Depends on whether you guys like them or not :D