Prompt: “I hate you!” / “Why? I’m lovely.”
“I hate you!” Felicia screamed at Aiden. She would deck him in the face if she had a chance. In fact, she could do it right now. No one was around. No one would care. She could deck him. No one would be surprised and they wouldn’t be upset, either. “Why?” Aiden asked, seeming genuinely confused by Felicia’s hatred of him, “I’m lovely.” “A lovely punching bag,” Felicia said. She was about to go in and deck him, when Saralee came up, and pulled her friend back. “No,” Saralee shook her head. They had a rule. No punching Aiden. No matter how much he deserved it.
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Okay, so.....it's not exactly the same prompt, it's close enough, I think it still works.
Prompt: "I don't want to fight you." / "Then find someone who does." Hunter was swinging a sword at a bunch of attack dummies, to check its balance. Carrie was seconds away from ditching Jesse’s idea and just walking off and leaving, when Hunter turned, barely stopping the sword in time. “Woah,” Carrie jumped back as the sword barely missed striking her. “Sorry,” Hunter said, he stopped his movement so fast it made Carrie’s head spin. She didn’t think someone could move that fast. “It’s okay,” Carrie said, shaking her head to tell him that there was no problem. “What are you doing here?” he asked, reaching for a water bottle. “I was hoping you would give me some lessons,” Carrie said, her mind scrambling to come up with some logical reason for her to be in the arena watching Hunter fight. Her mind grasped at the first thing it could come up with. “What?” Hunter asked, his eyebrows raising in confusion. He wasn’t much of a teacher. He would help out with the training, occasionally stepping in, but mostly as an aid of sorts, and it was only if absolutely necessary. He was a terrible substitute and would do an even worse job if he was trying to do it one on one. “I want you to teach me how to fight,” Carrie said again, more adamantly now. She was just as confused as Hunter when she had heard the words come out of her mouth, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it was a perfect idea. With him tutoring her she would be able to spend more time with him, and get to know him better. She would have more time to figure him out. “No,” Hunter shook his head. “What?” she didn’t know why, but she hadn’t been expecting him to turn her down. She hadn’t necessarily thought he would jump at the chance, but she had at least thought that there would be some kind of discussion, not an out and out refusal. “No,” Hunter repeated, “If you want more training, that’s fine,” Hunter said, “But you should go to James or Carl, not me. Or if you want there’s also Felicia and Saralee. Or even Jesse,” Jesse was a better teacher than he was, and she wasn’t much of a fighter. “I don’t want them,” Carrie said, squaring her shoulders. She wasn’t going to back down, not now that she knew what she wanted, “I think you’re a great teacher and I want you to be the one to teach me. I want to be taught by the best.” She wouldn’t tell him the other reason why she wanted him to teach her so badly. That would be a conversation for another day, if that day ever came, which she wasn’t sure that it would. “I can’t,” Hunter said, walking away to put the sword back down. “Why not?” Carrie asked, she strode up to him with a confidence that she didn’t feel, “Test me.” “What?” Hunter asked. “Test me. Let’s fight,” Carrie said, “You can see where I’m at in my fighting skills. If you don’t think that I’m good enough then you can pass me off to Carl or Felicia or anyone else you want to. You’ll get no complaint from me.” “I’m not going to fight you,” Hunter shook his head as if it was the most ludicrous thing he had ever heard. “Why not?” Carrie asked, indignation rising inside of her, “You fight Aiden and Allen,” she challenged, “I’ve even seen you fight with Saralee and Felicia. You have no problems fighting anyone else, so why not me?” “Because,” Hunter siad, turning to walk away. Carrie was different. Saralee and Felicia, well they were family, and Aiden and Allen felt just like any other soldier that needed to be trained, but Carrie wasn’t like that. Carrie didn’t belong in this kind of world. He didn’t want her to get hurt. He didn’t want to be the one to be responsible for her pain. He knew he was already responsible for too many people’s pain, and he didn’t want to add Carrie to the list. Carrie grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks, “That’s not an answer. You’re the best of the best, everyone says so. I want help. I’m the one who asked for it. You can place any blame on me that you want, but teach me!” She was so close to him. He could smell her skin. She smelt like sunshine, of spring and new beginnings. Hunter didn’t think, he simply reacted. He pushed her up against the wall of the training arena, causing her to lose her breath. She was so beautiful standing there in front of him, with her light brown hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling with both confusion and excitement. Her lips were so glossy, so kissable. Hunter wanted to taste those lips. He leaned in closer. Carrie’s heart was beginning to skip beats. Her breathing was heavy and full of anticipation. She didn’t have the capability to form any thoughts. All she could do was react. Hunter was leaning closer, she could feel his breath on her face. She wanted to lean in and kiss him. Sorry I missed yesterday. Here is today's and yesterday's prompts. Hope you enjoy them.
Prompt: “How much chocolate do you have?” / “Obviously not enough, since it’s now gone…along with our robot and half of the wall, as well as the front door.” / “Wait, I know I should care more about the second thing you said, but did you seriously eat all the chocolate? I was only gone for five minutes!” Henry looked around him. Chocolate wrappers were everywhere. “How much chocolate do you have?” Henry asked. “Obviously not enough,” Ryan said with a shrug, “Since it’s now gone,” she looked at it sadly, mourning the loss of her chocolate, “Along with our robot and half of the wall, as well as the front door,” Ryan continued, looking at the hole that was once the front of the safe house. It had been an interesting day, to say the least. “Wait,” Henry said, glancing over at the hole in the wall, but then staring back at the chocolate wrappers everywhere, “I know I should care more about the second thing you said, but did you seriously eat all the chocolate?” Ryan looked down almost guiltily in response. “I was only gone for five minutes!” Henry exclaimed. “Well, it was a very tense five minutes,” Ryan explained, “I needed to do something to occupy myself!” Ryan would be the death of him someday. Prompt: Someone unlikely saves a corrupt kingdom “Our fate,” Hawthorne squawked at Winifred, “Lies in the hands of the daughter of the tyrant that has overcome this land?” Winifred nodded her head. “We’re dead,” Hawthorne sighed. Prompt: My dagger against your sword isn’t a fair fight…but I’ll try to be gentle.
“This isn’t a fair fight,” Aiden said. He had a sword, Felicia only had a small dagger to her name. “You’re right,” Felicia confirmed, “Your sword to my dagger isn’t a fair fight.” Before Aiden knew what was happening, Felicia had disarmed Aiden in one fluid movement. Her dagger was at his throat, his sword in her other hand. “But I’ll try to be gentle,” she whispered. Prompt: “Have you been lying to me this entire time?” / “No…just most of it.”
Peggy couldn’t breathe. Her lungs had once again forgotten how to do the one job they were created for. Her stomach roiled. She was going to lose her breakfast. She was going to pass out. She was going to die. Her body trembled. “Have,” she gasped out, “Have you been lying to me?” she managed to finish, “This entire time?” Her head was swimming with the thought, with the implication of what that meant, what everything meant. Everything she had thought they were to each other, everything that he said he felt, it had all been a lie. Every single moment. He had fabricated it all. He had used her. She had just been some pawn in his game to get a head. She was just a sacrifice. “No,” Darren shook his head, “Not the whole time,” he continued. “Just most of it,” Peggy said. Tears started pooling in her eyes, and she hated herself for it. She hated the anxiety and anger that caused tears to fall down her face like rain. She hated being so weak. She hated feeling so powerless. She hated showing Darren what he had done to her. She hated it all. Darren shrugged in accepting manner, accepting that, for the most part, he had been using her, and lying to her. Although, he had genuinely started to like her; just not enough. Not enough to not go through with the job. When it came down to Peggy vs Odette, he would pick Odette every time. If it came down to Peggy vs him, he chose him. Plain and simple. Prompt: “Maybe one day we can be together. But that’s not today.”
Marcus held Anya tightly as she leaned her head against his chest. She listened to his heart beating against her ear and closed her eyes as she clung to him tightly. They didn’t have enough time together, and their time was coming to a close faster and faster. There was no stopping it. Their time was slipping away with every breath they took. Each second took them closer to the end, closer to the time they would be parted. Marcus placed his forehead on hers, their breath mixing together in front of them, as they both closed their eyes, breathing each other in, becoming one with each other. Completing each other. “Maybe one day we can be together,” Anya whispered in the quiet. A shot rang out, and Anya slumped into Marcus’ arms. “But that’s not today,” Darren sneered, still holding the smoking gun in his hand. Marcus glowered at Darren. Once his friend. Now his enemy. Double prompt today to make up for yesterday. I like both of them. I'm so excited! Hope you enjoy them too. Happy President's Day
Prompt: You walk on the dance floor, your arm hooked to your worst enemy. You had to work together for this job and pretend to be a couple. You were counting the seconds until this stupid job was done. You sigh loudly, putting your arms around his neck and plastering a fake love-sick smile on your face. He smirks down at you, clearly enjoying the job, and puts his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Skye hated this. She wished she could do something else. Anything else. She wished she was a wheelbarrow or something else. She hated being in the spotlight. Ryan was so much better at it. Charles and Alysha would have been better at it. They were actually a couple. Of sorts. Even if they refused to admit it. They could have done this job just fine. They didn’t need to bring Carlos into this. Yet, they had. For some reason that Skye couldn’t fathom. Carlos was now escorting her to the dance floor. Carlos had her arm hook in his. Her worst enemy. They were forced to work together for this job. It required a couple, and Carlos had been voted to be brought into the group to help fulfill the job. They should have just put Alysha and Charles into the hot seat. Or even Skye and Charles would have been better. But no. It was Carlos, and Skye was counting the seconds until this stupid job was done. As they got onto the dance floor, Skye sighed loudly as she put her arms around his neck, and plastered a fake love-sick smile on her face as she tried not to vomit at the thought of how close Carlos was to her. Carlos smirked down at him. He was clearly enjoying this job. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him, breathing her in. Skye held her breath and just prayed for this nightmare to end. Prompt: After being satisfied that I learned as much information as I could on every topic under the sun, I unfroze time after many years. / Guilt ripped into me the moment the first person I encountered sobbed that they were conscious the whole time. And done! I finished it! I had spent years of my life learning about everything that I possibly could, about every topic under the sun. I was the smartest person in the entire world. I knew absolutely everything. I sighed and stretched. Now it was time to unfreeze time and start life over again. As I walked through the newly revived world I bumped into my neighbor. They burst out in tears as they saw me. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I was conscious,” they whimpered, “The whole time.” My eyes widened and guilt ate away at me. Another person came up to me and punched me in the face, nearly breaking my nose. “Let me guess,” I asked, “You were conscious too?” “Yeah,” they said angrily, punching me again. Now I had a totally different problem. I may have frozen time, but everyone was conscious for years, unable to move, or to do anything, and they were all pissed, at me, for causing them that pain. Luckily I had spent years learning and perfecting Krav Maga. Bring it on. Prompt: “Worst feeling?’ / “when you have no one to tell what is going in your head and how it’s slowly killing you.”
What is the worst feeling in the world? What could possibly be deemed As the worst feeling in the world? When you have no one To tell you what is going on In your head And it’s slowly killing you. When you are slowly drowning And no one is sharing a life preserver. No one is there To keep you above the water. No one is there to hear you scream. No one can hear you. Even if they do hear, No one cares. You’re slowly dying, And there is no one to share it with. There is no one to listen. No one to save you. You will die. All alone With the darkness in your mind. All alone Prompt: “Are you ready for this?” / “No, but let’s just get it over with.” / “Your level of enthusiasm is so inspiring…”
Prompt: Your character’s goal is to secretly conquer a kingdom. “Are you ready for this?” Isadora asked, taking Maverick’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “No,” Maverick sighed as he shook his head, “But let’s just get it over with.” The sun was mocking his pain. He didn’t want to see the sun. He wanted to see dark clouds, with no sun. His mood belonged more in dragon country than in the beautiful country. “Your level of enthusiasm is so inspiring,” Isadora rolled her eyes. She didn’t like this any more than he did, but there was nothing for it. What had to be done, had to be done and that was all there was to it. They might as well make the best of things. She had to, if she was going to conquer the kingdom. Prompt: A robot friend that acts almost too human.
I stared at Robby. He looked too real. He was too human like. Science had really taken off. Once I had gotten over the shock of a robot that looked more human than I did, Robby became my best friend. I took him everywhere. I told him everything. Then, one day, he caught a virus, and he died. He died right in front of me. I was holding him tightly as the virus consumed him, causing him to lose everything that made him Robby. As he died, and I mourned my friend, trying to figure out who would come to the funeral, I realized that my best friend, my only friend, was a robot. What had I done? |
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