Oh Hunter!!! I love this character! I hope you love him just as much! I hope you enjoy this prompt. I know I certainly enjoyed writing it and hearing more about Hunter, Aiden, and Carrie. They are pretty awesome characters and I love hearing about them, and getting to tell their story, and I hope that you enjoy hearing their story just as much.
Prompt: Don’t bleed on my floor. The world was beginning to spin around him. The pain in his side was excruciating and causing him to nearly black out with how dizzy it was making him. “Aiden! Aiden!” he heard voices calling out to him. He tried to get his mouth to work, to form words, to do anything to respond to his friends, but he didn’t know how to make it work, had no idea if what he was trying to do was having any affect whatsoever. “Aiden!” that voice sounded strange, and yet familiar at the same time. He knew he should know that voice, and yet he couldn’t place it, “Aiden, can you look at me?” Aiden tried to focus his eyes on the blur that was standing in front of him. He could make out the hazy outline of black hair, and could feel calloused hands on his own, causing a warmth that was warm and comforting. “Aiden,” Hunter’s voice took on a firmer tone, as if begging Aiden to focus, to not leave Hunter. “Wha…doin….who….,” slurred words seemed to come out of nowhere. “Okay, come on,” Hunter said as an arm was placed around Aiden and he could feel himself being lifted into the air. Aiden tried to get his feet underneath him, but they didn’t seem to work correctly, and he felt like he was being dragged, more than walked to wherever it was the person was taking him. “Okay,” Hunter said with a grunt as he set Aiden down on the ground. “Wha…go….” “I’m going to go get some stuff,” Hunter said, “Don’t go bleeding on my floor, alright?” Aiden must have blacked out at some point, because the next thing he knew there was a shrill sound ringing in his ears. “Oh my gosh! No! No! Please don’t! No! Aiden!” He could feel himself being shook. “Hey!” Hunter said, rushing to Aiden’s aid, “Carrie! Carrie!” Hunter said, pulling Carrie off of Aiden. “No! Let me go!” Carrie said, struggling away from Hunter’s grasp. “Carrie! Carrie!” Hunter said, raising his voice slightly to gain her attention. Carrie stopped her struggling and looked at Hunter. “It’s going to be ok,” Hunter said calmly, “He’s going to be fine, but I need you to calm down okay? He needs us to be calm right now, okay? Can you do that?” Carrie choked back her tears and nodded. “Good,” Hunter nodded, “Okay. Now I’m going to fix him up, okay?” Carrie nodded again, “Okay,” she breathed, “I want to help.” “Are you sure?” Hunter asked. “Yeah,” Carrie nodded, still taking deep breaths to calm herself, “Yeah…he’s my brother. I want to help him in any way I can.” Hunter nodded, “Okay….but if you get overwhelmed just step outside for a minute.” “What do you need me to do?” With Carrie’s help, Hunter tended to Aiden’s wounds, and then allowed Aiden to get some much needed rest.
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Prompt: You ask a new attractive coworker on a date but forgot to share contact details and set a time or date.
There she was….sitting across the way. The new girl. The temp. She had all the guys in the office drooling over her, and I was no exception. “Just go ask her out,” my friend Michael said, pushing his chair up to mine and leaning on my desk, following my gaze. “What?” I asked, tearing my gaze away from her and pretending that I hadn’t been staring longingly at her for the past twenty minutes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Sure you don’t,” Michael rolled his eyes, “You’re almost as bad as I was when I had a crush on Sarah Thompson our first year of college…..now stop drooling over her and go ask her out, otherwise it will be too late.” “I’m not one of those guys.” “No, you’re just the hopeless case that stares and does nothing about it and then moans and gripes about it for years after.” “I’m not that bad,” I don’t know whether I should be insulted or not. I try not to be. “Sure….just don’t come griping to me when Patrick Doil gets to her first.” Patrick Doil…..My blood began to boil. I hated that man. We had an ongoing feud since my first day of work when I spilled hot coffee all over his very expensive, navy blue suit. He never let me live it down, and had been a thorn in my side ever since. I couldn’t let that man get to her first. It was the kick in the pants I needed to get me going. I got to my feet and strode over to the new girl. “Hey Anna Maria,” I smiled. “Hi,” she said hesitating, as if trying to come up with a name, “Jackson, right?” “Jack….just Jack,” I smiled. “Oh, that’s right,” she smiled back in embarrassment, “I’m sorry about that….it’s just that I met so many people in the few days that I’ve been here that it’s hard to keep track.” “No problem,” I shrugged it off, at least she got the first part of my name correctly, that’s better than I had ever hoped for. “Hey, since you are new in town….maybe I could show you around, you know…..get some dinner, or coffee or something….” “Yeah, I’d like that.” “Great,” I said with a smile and I walked away, trying to reign in the fist pump of victory that was threatening to consume me. I went through the day in a haze. “Asked her out huh?” Michael asked at lunch. “Yep.” “So, when are you going out?” That’s when it hit me……I hadn’t even thought about getting any information. I had no idea when we were going to go out, where we were going, where to pick her up, or even when to pick her up. I had finally gotten up the courage to ask her out and then I failed to get any kind of information out of her. This was the worst date ever. Prompt: “I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “Then stop looking.”
Skye curled up into a ball, using her hands to grasp the blanket that she had wrapped around her shoulders, while her arms were used to hold her knees close to her chest. Her head was throbbing, her eyes were burning, and she had absolutely no motivation to move from her spot on the couch. “Hey,” Kevin said coming into the house, “Are you alright?” he asked, glancing over at Skye with concern in his eyes. “I’m fine,” Skye said with a shrug of her shoulders, as if it was no big deal, and that she was truly, honestly, fine with everything that was going on in her life at the moment. “You don’t look fine,” Kevin said, sitting down on the couch next to her and placed a warm hand on one of Skye’s icy cold ones. “Then don’t look,” Skye said, glancing over at him momentarily before turning her eyes back to the spot on the ground that she had been staring at absentmindedly for the past couple of hours. “Too late….I’ve looked, and I’ve seen,” Kevin said, maneuvering his head slightly to get a better look at her face, “And you know me….once I’ve seen it, I can’t just drop it…..I need to get to the bottom of it.” “Well why don’t you take your FBI mentality somewhere else and drop this one?” “No,” Kevin said seriously, “I can’t,” he gave her hand a squeeze and used his other hand to bring her face to look at him. He held her gaze for a moment before she jerked her head away and resumed her staring at the floor. “I want to help you,” Kevin said earnestly, “Don’t shut me out….please…..let me in, let me help you.” His heart was aching to help her, for her to let him in and let him help her. “I know you want to help, and I appreciate it, I do,” Skye said, glancing over at Kevin, staring long and hard into his eyes and used her free hand and patted his hand, giving it a tight squeeze, “You always want to help. You’re a fixer, but you can’t fix this one.” “I might not be able to fix it, but I do have two very open ears that are ready and willing to listen to whatever you have to say….and I might add,” Kevin said with a smile that melt always had the ability to melt Skye’s heart, “My shoulders are a very nice place to cry….or at least that’s what I’ve been told.” Skye smiled slightly, and nodded her head. “I didn’t get that job at the children’s center,” Skye said, “I thought I was a shoe in for it…..I had no doubts that I would get it…..I mean my interview was perfect…..but,” Skye’s voice cracked and she shook her head, trying to keep her tears at bay, “They just called, and it’s over….they chose someone else…..I mean…I try to change my life, try to get out of the con life, and life keeps throwing walls up to prevent me from moving on with my life….” Tears were streaming hard down her face at this point. Keeping his hand on Skye’s, he used his free hand to wrap around Skye’s shoulders, and pulled her close to him. Skye’s head naturally dropped her head onto his shoulder for a moment. “I feel like I’m stuck, and there is no escape,” Skye said pulling away slightly. “Oh Mergrah,” Kevin sighed, taking his hand off of hers and using it to wipe the tears away from her face, “I’m so sorry. But hey, it’s going to be ok. I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but it was just one job. There will be other jobs, other opportunities. Maybe not a job like that, but something similar.” Skye forced a smile through her tears and gave a small little nod. She knew he was right. There would be other jobs, but that didn’t take the sting out of being turned down at the children’s center. Kevin gave her a sympathetic smile, and gently pushed Skye’s head onto his shoulder and let Skye ball her eyes out. When she couldn’t cry any more she pushed away, and absentmindedly wiped at the wet spot her tears had left on his shirt. “I got your shirt all wet,” Skye sniffed. “It’s ok,” Kevin said, taking her hand, and stopping her wiping, “It’ll dry.” Skye nodded again. “It’s going to be ok,” Kevin repeated, and giving Skye’s lips a light, tender kiss. Prompt: It was a trip of a lifetime, yet…..
It was a trip of a lifetime, yet it turned into a nightmare that never seemed to end. The day dawned bright and early. There was a cool breeze blowing through the trees, sending the leaves whispering to each other. The rustling sound of the leaves just added to the perfect spring day. It was the perfect day to start their road trip. They had been planning it since the moment they had met during their first year of college, and now it was going to become a reality. “Come on already. You guys are so slow,” Skye complained as she put the last of the luggage into the trunk and slammed it shut. “Wow, you’re such a complainer,” Hannah said, mimicking Skye’s whine. “Shut up,” Ryan shouted toward Skye. “Ditto,” Alysha replied, moving toward the driver’s seat of the car. Her response caused Hannah and Ryan to burst out laughing. “Oh, wait,” Ryan said, stopping her laughter mid laugh, “I forgot my Kindle!” “What do you need your Kindle for? We’ll be on the beach the whole time,” Hannah shouted after Ryan’s retreating form. “You should have had everything packed yesterday!” Skye shouted, getting into the passenger seat of the car and began to frantically rub her neck. Ryan ignored Skye’s complaints and ran back up the stairs to retrieve her precious Kindle. Ryan couldn’t live without her books. Skye tapped her foot impatiently while she rubbed her neck harder, and took deep breaths in order to keep her panic from consuming her. They were going to be late. At this rate they would never get to Las Vegas by nightfall. Ryan was going to screw everything up, all because she couldn’t plan ahead and make sure everything was packed in time to leave. It was a good thing they didn’t have a plane to catch, otherwise Skye would have gone into a full blown panic attack, right after she dragged Ryan into the car by her hair, Kindle or no Kindle. Skye was never late. “Oh come on, Sherlock,” Ryan said, as Alysha failed to figure out what Ryan had thought of in their game of 20 questions. “Sorry, your majesty,” Alysha said sarcastically, playing off the fact that Ryan would often call herself the Queen. “It was totally Gene Kelly,” Hannah smiled. “That’s right, Sparkie,” Ryan smiled happily, glad that at least one of her friends got it. “Alright,” Alysha yawned, “It’s been fun and all, but I’m tired, and I don’t think I can drive any further today. We’ll just have to spend the night here,” Alysha said through a yawn, as she pulled Jimmy to a stop outside of a nearby hotel. The four girls piled out of the car. They stretched, basking in the freedom that getting out of the car brought with it. The cool night air breeze felt good blowing across their travel warm faces. Jimmy had no air conditioner, and it had gotten really hot in there really quickly. Alysha pulled out her phone to call her parents, and handed off her credit card to Ryan, who was standing the closest. Ryan grabbed the card, feeling so powerful to have the credit card in her hand. She felt so grown up as she went to get a room for her friends for the night. “Ok, thanks dad. Love you,” Alysha said, putting her phone back in her pocket as she meandered back to her friends, “Everything’s set.” “Got the key guys,” Ryan came yelling out of the hotel, waving the envelope that held the key cards to their room. They gathered up their suitcases and trudged inside and got the elevator. The four girls piled into the waiting elevator, squashing the poor man who had already gotten into the elevator. At that moment he looked liked he wished that he had waited for another car. “Hey, Ryan?” Skye asked, looking at the buttons, “What was our room number?” “Wait, what?” the man turned around with a curious look on his face, “Why would I know your room number?” “She was talking to me,” Ryan said, eyeing the man curiously, “Room 810.” “Oh, sorry. My name is Rian too. I’m here from Colorado on a business trip.” “Really? No way! We come from Colorado too!” Ryan exclaimed, then glanced over at her friends, as if just noticing that they too were in the elevator, “Oh, these are my friends, Skye, Alysha, and that is Hannah,” she pointed each one of them out as she said their names. “Nice to meet you guys,” Rian nodded politely, “What brings you four all the way out here?” “People who don’t follow schedules,” Skye mumbled under her breath, still angry at not getting to Las Vegas in time. Her schedule was ruined, and she didn’t like when her schedule was messed with. “Well I’m sorry! I got tired!” Alysha rebutted. The two of them fell into a fight about timing and keeping to schedules and the inability to relax and take things as they come. They argued over how life couldn’t always be spontaneous, and how this was a vacation. “Are they always like this?” Rian asked Ryan and Hannah, his face almost begging them to say no to his question, but seeming to know that he would be out of luck in this case. “Only all the time,” Ryan batted her eyelashes at him as she cozied up to him, making no attempt to hide her obvious infatuation with the attractive man. “It’s easier to just ignore it,” piped in Hannah, trying to shove Ryan out of the way as much as possible in the crowded elevator. As Alysha and Skye’s argument heated up, Ryan continued to flirt unabashedly with the handsome stranger she had just met. Hannah on the other hand, seeing that Rian was more taken up with Ryan than with her, decided to try and break up the argument instead. All too soon the elevator dinged, and the girls stalked off toward their room. “Nice to meet you,” Ryan called out, waving her fingers in an almost childish fashion as the doors to the elevator once again closed. Ryan floated down the hall imagining herself with the dreamboat on the elevator. She couldn’t stop thinking about those brilliant blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with every word he spoke. His voice was so silky and smooth. You could get lost in the ocean of his words. She could imagine herself just running her fingers through his dark hair. “Hello,” Skye said, “Earth to Ryan.” “What?” Ryan asked, coming back to earth, “Oh sorry,” she quickly pulled out the key. ‘Huh, I thought they gave me two keys,’ Ryan thought to herself, with a mental shrug of her shoulders she moved toward the door. “Hurry and unlock it. I need to go to the bathroom,” Hannah said, doing a little potty dance in the hallway. Ryan was barely able to get the door unlocked before the other three girls stampeded into the room. As Hannah rushed to the bathroom, the rest of them simply dropped their bags down wherever they were standing, and began to get their things ready for bed. With hardly a word spoken between the four of them they changed as quickly as possible and got into bed. Alysha finished first and was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Hannah blacked out right after Alysha. Slowly, the other two drifted off to sleep. A sudden noise startled Skye from her sleep and she began to scream as if an axe murderer was about to attack her. “I didn’t do it!” Ryan shouted as she bolted upright on the bed. “Where’s the murderer?” Hannah asked, accidentally smacking Alysha, with whom she was sharing a bed, causing Alysha to wake up. “Somebody better be dying, or else you’ll be,” Alysha warned the room in general in her no nonsense voice. “I thought I heard something,” Skye panted. “It was probably just a dream or something. Don’t worry about it,” Hannah yawned as she and Alysha both lay down and tried to get back to sleep. Ryan leaned over to gave Skye a hug until Skye’s beating heart began to go back to normal. With her heart once again going the correct pace, and believing that she was in no imminent danger, she too followed Alysha and Hannah into the land of dreams. Sleep took a little longer to claim Ryan. She had just laid back down, and was about to drift off once again when strong arms wrapped around her and calloused fingers fell over her mouth, cutting off her scream before it could escape her body. “Hi Ryan,” Rian said menacingly as he slowly brought a chloroformed drenched rag to Ryan’s mouth. The last things she saw before she drifted away was that evil smile upon Rian’s face. Prompt: A character is gearing up for war. But don’t let the reader know if they are the “good guy” or the “bad guy.” At least not until the end.
The pit in his stomach was eating away at him; making him nauseated and light headed. He didn’t know if he could do this. He walked into the armory and took a look around. All the guys were busy training on weapons, or glancing at them lovingly as they tried to decide which one would be the best for them in the middle of the war. He didn’t fit in here. He had no idea what he was doing here in the first place. Still, he couldn’t let anyone know he was scared. He had to be brave, otherwise he would never here the end of it. He squared his shoulders and walked over to get his armor. Suited up, he took a deep breath and headed over to the weapons on the wall. He grabbed one, and felt the weight of it in his hands. He swung it around, letting himself get a feel of it. It felt good in his hands….right, maybe slightly heavier than the training swords he was used to, but he could wield it just as easily. He was still admiring the sword when the alarm blared, and the soldiers hustled to get into position. It was time to get to work. Prompt: The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered.
There is a pink glove Laying on the ground Hidden under brush and snow Forgotten to the human world. It slipped off, during play Thrown on the ground. Mom’s yelled ‘Time to come in.’ The girl ran toward home Forgetting about the precious glove. Now it lays there, Buried; hidden; forgotten by the world.
Prompt: You get home, get a glass of coke and relax in a bubble bath.
Clair sighed in exhaustion as she leaned her head back on the headrest of her car and closed her eyes. Her head was spinning with everything that had happened that day, and all she wanted was to curl up in a ball and hide from the world for a week, maybe two. She took another deep breath, opened her eyes and started her car. She flew down the road, not caring about the speed limit. She had a steaming bubble bath at home, waiting to solve all her problems, and she wasn’t going to keep it waiting. Even the locked door to her house didn’t hold her up as she burst through it and rushed up the stairs to her claw footed bathtub. While she waited for the tub to fill up, she walked back down the stairs and poured herself a tall glass of coke, cutting up a lime and sticking a lime wedge in it before waltzing back up the stairs and sinking herself into the steaming hot liquid, letting her head rest on the edge of the tub and let her eyes close, fully taking advantage of the stress relief. Prompt: You were involved in a terrible car accident and have been in a coma for the past three months. What your family and the doctors don’t know is that you can hear everything that they say. Write the scene.
In my dream I’m running….always running. I try running faster and faster…..I run until my breath is coming in gasps and my lungs are burning from lack of oxygen. My whole body is trembling with the exertion that I’m putting it through, but I don’t care, I want to feel that pain, because it is so much easier to deal with the physical pain than with everything else that is going on with my life at that point. I stop. I can’t go any further. With my hands on my knees I try to get my breath back. I glance up as two headlights started coming toward me. I try and turn and run back the way I was coming from, but it was too late. I flew into the air as the impact of the car hit me. I flew into the air and came crashing down to the ground, the air getting knocked out of my lungs. As I struggled to regain my breath a fire radiated throughout my entire being. The intensity was such that I had never felt before and one that I couldn’t explain. I tried to open my eyes, but they seemed glued shut. I couldn’t get them to work for me. I couldn’t get any part of my body to work for me. The next thing I knew there were bright lights shining in my eyes. ‘Can you hear me?’ a voice from somewhere up above asked. I tried to respond, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. Little did I know that for this would be a part of my life for the next three months. For those months all I could do was lay on the bed they had put me in and listen to whatever happened to be going on in the room at the time. I got tormented with the horrible beeping noises of the machines, and the horrible music that they thought I would enjoy listening to. I could hear every little thing that went on around me. I heard the comments people would make to me thinking that I couldn’t hear them…..but I could. I could hear every little thing that they said. I heard the snide comments they would make. The comments on how horrible I was at certain things, all my faults, etc…. Day in and day out I would have to listen to the worst things I thought about myself, being said out loud by the people closest to me. I could feel my heart break and there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t even run….I couldn’t hide, or pretend that I didn’t hear anything, I couldn’t make believe that it was all in my head. It was all right there. As soon as I was able to get out of my dark, unmovable little world, I left the hospital and began to run…..Run and run……I ran until I couldn’t breathe……In my dream I’m running……. Wow....I must be on a fire kick....
Prompt: Burn it all Hunter tossed and turned as he saw the images of his life flash before his eyes. He was standing there, watching as homes burned around him, one of them being his. His face was streaked with soot, and his eyes burned as the smoke came toward him. He saw people running towards him. He recognized them as his parents, and a couple family friends. Without warning, his father dropped down, never to get back up. The rest finally reached him. Without a word, his mother gave his baby sister to the other woman, and knelt down by him saying, “Go with them, run.” With that the man took his hand and they started running. Hunter turned around, and watched as his mother was dragged away by soldiers. When he had turned he had let go of the man’s hand, and was surrounded in a crowd. He looked to where his mother had been taken, and saw Flara standing, watching as the town was in frantically running from the fire. “How much do you want us to burn?” Flara’s henchman asked. “Burn it all,” Flara said with hardly any emotion in her voice. That voice haunted Hunter’s dreams. He couldn’t imagine Flara without hearing her repeat the phrase, ‘Burn it all,’ over and over again. |
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