Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I didn't even write yesterday. But in a way, it's a good thing, because today's prompt went really well with yesterday's prompt. So no, you aren't going to get a two for one. It's just two prompts within one writing segment, but I still hope you like it.
Prompt: The green-eyed monster Prompt: After he broke my heart, I began writing about him. I wrote and I wrote and I’ve described him as a hurricane, a drug, my universe. Now that I’ve moved on, I don’t see him in that way anymore. He wasn’t’ anything above ordinary, he was just a boy. A boy who didn’t want to be with me and that’s that. My heart ached at the sight. There he was. With her. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her. I didn’t know her. I couldn’t say whether I liked her or hated her or was indifferent to her. She was just a person, a person that he was now with. That was all. At least I tried to tell myself that that was all. I had to admit I wasn’t really doing a good job of it. The green eyed monster had come to play, big time. My heart ached with longing to have what she had. To have him. No, I don’t think that was it. I didn’t want him. I wanted something like him, something like the romance she had. That’s what I was envious of. That’s what I longed for. I was over him. He had broken my heart. He had broken my heart without even realizing it. He had no idea that he had ripped my heart out of my chest and sent it shattering into a million pieces. He was completely oblivious to the pain I had been in when he left. After he broke my heart, I began writing about him. As I wrote about everything. Writing allowed me that release, that safe place to vent. I could put it all on the page and the sting would begin to lessen, like taking a pain reliever for a broken bone. I could distance myself from it, pretend it was happening to someone else and not to me. It allowed me to breathe, to cope, to do better. And so, with my broken heart, I wrote and I wrote and I wrote, using up page after page after page, describing him in any way I could think of. I described him as a hurricane that swept into my life suddenly and left me with a huge mess in its wake. I described him as a drug. My drug. A drug that I was horribly and terribly addicted to. A drug that I needed more than I needed air. I had to have him, and I sought every opportunity to get my fix. Yes, in a way he was both my drug and my dealer, for without him I wouldn’t have my addiction needs met. I even went so far as to describe him as my universe. My everything. How dangerous. To have one person mean so much to you. One person cannot be your be all person. But I had made him that person. I had made him the only person who could pull me out of my darkness, the only person who could comfort me, the only person with whom I could find rest and peace. He was my safety, my life, and I didn’t know how to function without him. And that, in the end, probably pushed him away. He had seen me at my worst. My rock bottom. He had had to drag me from the depths of despair and fight off my demons. He was my knight in shining armor. But I didn’t allow him out of the war. He was never invited to the parties, the sunshine moments, the celebrations, and that took a toll and he ran, ran into the arms of someone who could give him sunshine and roses because I couldn’t. And he deserved that. Watching him with her, seeing how happy he was, how happy she made him, I wanted that for him. He deserved that and so much more. I loved her for that. I loved that she was able to give him that happiness. I loved that he had found sunshine and roses. She was as perfect for him as I was detrimental to him. She put him back together and I tore him apart. Yes, he had moved on. And I had too. I realized what I had done, and I vowed to never do it again. And now that I’ve moved on, and I’ve written through the pain, I don’t seem him in the same way. Not anymore. He wasn’t anything extraordinary. He was just a boy. A boy who was doing his job. A boy who was stuck between a rock and a hard place because I had put him there. A boy who didn’t want to be with me, because who would? That was all. Just a boy. A boy who had escaped my darkness and found light. That’s what caused my sorrow. My envy. It wasn’t that he was with her. He deserved her and so much more. He deserved every happiness. My envy was that I didn’t have that. I didn’t have that love like theirs. I didn’t have someone to bring me sunshine and roses, or a person in which I could return the favor. I wasn’t even sure I knew how. I was death. I was destruction. I brought down everyone who came near me. I couldn’t even keep a plant alive, let alone love, sunshine, or a relationship. He had known that. From the very beginning. He knew, and had fled. I took a much longer time to realize it. No sunshine and roses for me. And no more putting people in a position where they were my everything, and therefore, not putting myself in a place to be as broken as I was when he left. No, I was going to have to be my own knight in shining armor. I was going to have to be my own everything. I would be my own hero.
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Prompt: "And 5 hours later, we're dating." / "You just met-" / "We're dating!"
"And 5 hours later," Henry said with a silly grin on his face, he was practically swooning with his giddiness, "We're dating." Kevin stared at his friend. He couldn't be serious. Yet, Henry was impulsive sometimes, but even he had more sense than to start dating his real estate agent 5 hours after meeting her. That was just ridiculous. "You just met-" Kevin butted in. "We're dating!" Henry said with a fierceness that Kevin had never heard of before. Henry sat up in his seat and stared Kevin down, almost daring him to say anything else. Kevin ran his fingers through his hair, but didn't say a word. He knew when to let Henry be, and right now was that time. I was originally going with Carrie and Hunter, but Felicia and Allen stepped in and were all like, 'No, it's our turn,' :p, so they get their turn.
I also switched jacket to sleeping bag, and changed the way it's said and all, but the same basic gist is the same. Prompt: You can share my jacket with me. Since you’re shivering and all. Allen wrapped his jacket around his shoulders even tighter as the cold wind blew through him. The biting cold made him want nothing more than to go back inside and watch the fire crackle in his fireplace, but alas, that wasn’t to be. He was trapped out here, in the wild. “Hey.” The voice caused Allen to jump in surprise as he turned around to see Felicia staring at him. “Hey,” he said curiously. “It’s time for watch change,” Felicia explained, sitting down next to him. Allen stared at Felicia even more curiously. Always a light sleeper, she was still able to get up and going in seconds flat and not even look remotely tired. He envied that. It took him hours after being woken up to start functioning properly. Even out in the field as they were now, it took him a minute to get his mind and body working properly, even though he found that he wasn’t really able to sleep. Yet, Felicia seemed to be the opposite. Normally an insomniac who wandered the halls of the castle, while in the field she finally seemed to be able to sleep. “You’re shivering,” Felicia noticed, “You can use my sleeping bag,” she continued, “Since it looks like you’re turning into a popsicle.” “Thanks,” Allen said. He felt both loved and like a child all at the same time. Felicia was like the polar opposite of him. How was he going to make this work? Prompt: This mandatory company team-building weekend sucks. Well. Until that geeky guy in I.T. shows everyone his six pack, and I don’t mean Mountain Dew
This was the WORST weekend of my life. My company had decided that in order to have better teamwork, they would make us go on a team-building weekend. They thought that it would bring us closer together, but the only thing that was drawing us together was the fact that none of us wanted to be there in the first place. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if they hadn’t pushed us so hard to be real with our feelings. I mean, having to work as a team to get a tire off of a pole or to get through an obstacle course or something was one thing, but having to have a fire pit and a feelings stick ceremony was a totally different thing entirely. No one, not even children, wanted to deal with the feeling stick, unless, of course we were allowed to beat people over the head with the feelings stick. But no, that wasn’t allowed. I was more than a little miserable, until the day of the tug of war. That day turned a terrible weekend into a weekend I will never forget. We had started out with two even groups and then would gradually lose our team members as we lost. It was down to two against five, and somehow, I’m not exactly sure how, my team only had me and the geeky guy from I.T. left to try and win the game. I figured we were done for. There was no way I could pull five people against the mud pit on my own, and I figured there was no way that this geeky computer nerd would be able to help any. I was looking down at my shirt, thankful that it wasn’t a good shirt, but still miserable that it was going to get dirty when all of a sudden a hush fell on the group. Curious, I glanced up to see what was going on. My eyes widened and my breath caught in my chest as I stared. The geeky guy in I.T., in anticipation for the tug of war challenge, had decided now was the time to show everyone his six pack, and I don’t mean the Mountain Dew kind. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his chiseled form. His abs were so hard you could use it as a washboard. I couldn’t help it, my hand reached out instinctively to touch them. My fingertips had barely reached his skin when he turned, causing my fingers to trail against his body following his movements. He looked over at me and smiled. My knees began to feel like Jell-O and I knew my face was beginning to flush red. I knew I should stop staring, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He was like Michelangelo’s David, pure perfection. “Shall we?” he asked. I stared at him dumbly for a minute, my mind felt like it was having to wade through pudding. “Yeah,” I finally managed to choke out as I grabbed the end of the rope. At the sound of the buzzer we began to pull. The crowd was going wild, I suspect more for the fact that they were getting to see his abs at work than for the actual excitement of the game, especially since they hadn’t been this excited about it before he had revealed his six pack. After five grueling minutes of fighting to remain alive, my I.T. guy failed, and he was flung into the mud pit in the middle. Since I wasn’t paying any attention to the game, and was wholly focused on him, I too, found myself falling into the mud, right on top of him. Taking advantage of the situation, I laid on top of his chest, breathing in his scent, and feeling his rock hard body against mine. “Are you alright?” he finally asked, looking at me with worry. “Yeah,” I nodded, “I’m fine.” I began to push my body off of his. “Are you?” I asked. Pretending to be ever so concerned, I traced my hand over his chest as if to make sure there were no scrapes or bruises. My hand found its way to a stop as it hit his heart, and felt his heart beating beneath it. He didn’t get a chance to say anything else. The buzzer was ringing, and the announcer was telling us it was time to get cleaned up. Everyone scattered, leaving me and him in a tangle in the mud. “You have a bit of something right there,” he said, pretending to brush something away from my face, only to smear even more mud on my face. At my shocked reaction, he began to laugh. That was it. I picked up some mud and plopped it into his hair. Using the opportunity to run my fingers through his thick, wavy, perfect hair. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and rolled us over so that he was on top of me and I was laying in the mud. I squirmed beneath him, “Let me go.” “Make me,” he said, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously as he put his hands on either side of my head and began to lean toward me. My heart began to hammer even harder inside of my chest. My breath caught inside of my lungs as his lips met mine. Just like every other part of him, they were perfect. Once I came back to my senses, I pushed him off of me and made a break for the showers, with him in hot pursuit behind me. So, this is actually the opposite of a love story. It's a break up story. But hey, breaking up comes with love, right? If you don't stay together forever then you are going to break up at some point. So, here is the opposite end of love, the terrible break up.
Prompt: “You can’t dump me! Not in the month of LOVE!” / “It’s still February?” / “Yeah!” / “Wow! Well then….bye.” “Where do you think you’re going?” Bessie asked, grabbing Bazil by the arm and turned him around to look at her. “Leaving,” Bazil said. He had done what he had gone there to do. He had broken up with her. He saw no reason why he should stick around any longer. What was done was done and it was time to go. “You think that you can just walk away?” “Yeah,” Bazil nodded. “No. You can’t dump me!” Bessie shook her head. She wasn’t about to let this go down like this. Nope. No way, no how. It was Valentine’s month, the month of love and she wasn’t about to be broken up during the month when everyone was finding love. It wasn’t right. “Not in the month of LOVE!” she continued. “It’s still February?” Bazil asked, his eyes widening. He could have sworn it was March. Why did February last so long? How could the shortest month of the year be the longest month of the year? It wasn’t right. “Yeah,” Bessie said haughtily. “Wow!” Bazil shook his head, and looked down at his phone. February 22. She was right. They hadn’t left February after all. “Well then…..” he wasn’t sure what to do now. He still wanted to break up with her, but he didn’t want to look like a total jerk for breaking up with her during the month of love. Did people really care about that? It wasn’t as if he was dumping her on Valentine’s day or anything. It was February 22. People couldn’t really be expected to not break up in February just because of Valentine’s Day, right? “Bye,” he said quickly, turning around and hurrying off before she could grab him and stop in again. He was done. For good. Prompt: I’m biased, because I don’t want you to fall in love with them. Sorry…..
“So?” Sara asked Casey as she finished describing the man she had just met, the man that had seemed to be absolutely perfect for her, the man she wanted to date, and possibly marry. “I don’t like him,” Casey said, shaking his head. “What do you mean?” Sara asked. Had Casey been listening to a word she had been saying? This man was absolute perfection! How on earth could Casey not like him? He didn’t even know him. “I guess I must be biased,” Casey said with a shrug. “What?” Sara asked, “How are you biased?” “I’m biased,” Casey started, “I’m biased because, well, because I don’t want you to fall in love with him. Sorry,” he softly admitted. Sara looked at him, her eyes widening as the realization dawned on her about what he had met. Did that mean what she thought it meant? “Do you mean,” she said. She never finished her sentence before Casey’s lips were on hers and he was kissing her passionately in response to her unasked question. Prompt: “You are absolutely reckless! What were you expecting to happen when you ran off by yourself?” / “Don’t’ make that face. It’s fine. I’m fine.” / “You almost died! When they brought you back you were pale as a ghost and there was blood everywhere! I thought I had lost you!” / “You didn’t. I’m here, okay? And I’m not planning on going anywhere.” If she wasn’t so happy to see Hunter up and walking around, Carrie would have hit him. Conflicting emotions ran through her and her eyes began to well up with unwanted tears. She hated that she cried over everything. No matter the emotion she felt she was going to start crying. “You are absolutely reckless you know that?” Carrie said, punching him lightly in the arm. Hunter gave a pretend to wince and smiled at her. “What were you expecting to happen when you ran off by yourself?” The fear that had been pent up inside of her was now flooding through her and out of her mouth and her eyes. “Don’t make that face,” Hunter said. He hated Carrie’s face like that. All full of worry and fear. “It’s fine,” he smiled at her lovingly. He grabbed her hand and held it in his, “I’m fine,” he emphasized the ‘I’m’. He was up and standing and even moving about. This wasn’t even one of the worst scrapes he had been through. He was fine. “You almost died!” Carrie’s voice cracked when she finally admitted to herself that she could have easily lost Hunter. He might have died and she wouldn’t have been able to talk to him or see him or tell him how she felt. And he would have been dead. “When they brought you back you were pale as a ghost and there was blood everywhere!” She shuddered at the thought and a new batch of tears sprang to her eyes. “I thought I had lost you!” her voice cracked again. Hunter brought her closer to him, unsure of what else to do in this situation. He held her as she bawled her eyes out at the thought of what could have been. “You didn’t,” he said softly into her hair, “I’m here, okay,” he pulled her away slightly so he could see her better. He wiped the tears from her eyes and stared at her. He hated seeing her like this, and hated that he was the reason she was looking like this. “And I’m not planning on going anywhere,” he promised. He placed a kiss on the top of her head. This is a little depressing, and more breakup than love story, but it still kind of fits with the theme, so I'm gonna go with it.
Prompt: People take solo vacations all the time. I mean, probably not their honeymoons, but I’m not about to let that cheating jerk take this away too. I took a sip of my champagne and looked around at the people around me. Everyone was talking and having a good time, and here I was, in first class, with no one to sit beside. I rolled my eyes and popped a cookie in my mouth. Oh come on, I had to get over this. “People take solo vacations all the time,” the stewardess nodded her head and smiled. I blushed. I hadn’t realized I had said it aloud. Oops. Well it was true. People did take solo vacations all the time. I mean, they probably weren’t their honeymoons, but I wasn’t about to let that cheating jerk take this away too. He had already taken so much from me. I was going to take this vacation and I was going to enjoy it. Prompt: “What are you doing here?” I pushed him away, “It’s against the rules!” / “Well dang. Rules are meant to be broken, now can I get the kiss I came here for?”
I stood with my jaw dropping at the sight of Alec standing there looking at me. He wasn’t supposed to be here. No one was supposed to be here. I was in quarantine. He could get sick, or yelled at by the nurse. For a brief moment I couldn’t help but wonder how he had gotten past the nurse in the first place. She seemed to have eyes everywhere and knew everything. It couldn’t have been an easy task. “What are you doing here?” I asked, as I pushed him away. I couldn’t let him get caught. I would be denied any guests ever again if he did. And I couldn’t risk him getting sick. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. It sucked. “It’s against the rules!” “Well dang,” Alec smiled, not seeming the slightest bit worried about the situation. “Come on, be serious,” I begged of him. “Rules are meant to be broken,” Alec said softly, leaning in close to me, “Now, can I get the kiss I came here for?” I stared at him, shocked. I wasn’t sure how to answer that. No man had ever done this for me before. Without realizing it, I nodded my head, and Alec brought his lips to mine, taking the kiss he had come for. Prompt: “People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can’t predict it. That’s love.”
“This can’t be happening! No, no, no,” Skye paced back and forth in their hotel room, wringing her hands in fear and frustration, “No, no this can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This is NOT happening!” “Just face it,” Ryan yawned as she rolled over on the bed so she was on her stomach staring at Skye, “You like him. In fact, you love him. What’s the big deal?” “The big deal?” Skye stopped pacing and looked over at Ryan like she had just grown another head, “What’s the big deal? Are you serious?” Ryan stared at Skye with a look of innocence and shrugged her shoulders. She actually didn’t understand what the big deal was. It wasn’t such a bad thing. So she loved Kevin. That was great. Skye hadn’t been in love since…well, Ryan couldn’t remember when Skye had ever been in love. This was a good thing. “The BIG deal,” Skye emphasized the word big, “Is that I’m falling in love with him. I can’t be falling in love with Kevin. It isn’t right. It’s stupid and pathetic and no, it can’t be happening.” “Oh come on,” Ryan said, “People fall in love all the time.” Ryan loved seeing Skye like this. “Mostly without reason, and without even wanting to,” Ryan continued trying to help Skye calm down, “You can’t predict it. That’s love.” “But I don’t want to be in love with him.” “Again, people fall in love without even wanting to. It happens. Love is unpredictable. It happens without rhyme, reason, or desire.” Ryan got to her feet and walked over to Skye. “There are worse things in the world than to be in love,” Ryan put her hands on Skye’s arms. Skye wished she could believe that. While Valentine's Day is over, February isn't. It's the month of love :) <3 and therefore our writing prompts on love will continue.
Prompt: Person A: mumbles something/ Person B: I’m sorry, are you trying to flirt with me?/ Person A *blushes* No, I just said you’re a lucky duck./ Person B *kisses A’s cheek* I love you too. Henry smiled and mumbled something. “I’m sorry,” Ryan said, stopping in her footsteps to look over at Henry, “Are you trying to flirt with me?” she asked in a flirtatious manner. Henry blushed slightly and looked down at his feet. “No,” he shook his head, “I just said you were a lucky duck.” Ryan smiled and went up on her tiptoes as she kissed his cheek. “I love you too!” she smiled and skipped away, leaving Henry in shock. |
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