Prompt: Why do I have to do this?
I took a deep breath. This wasn't exactly my idea of a fun way to spend an evening. This was probably the last place in the world that I wanted to be spending a snowy evening. Why did I have to do this? Prompt: The Hero writes the story. The Villain dies. What you read is biased. It was written by one side. What you read may be a lie created to make the winner look like the hero. The villain you have always hated may have been the victim. The hero that you adore may have been the true villain. Stories are written by the the winner. No one wants to write themselves as the villain. And I realized how much stories are like real life. At the end of the day, the hero writes the story and the villain dies. What you read, the stories you hear, they are biased. These stories are told by one side. What you read, what you hear, it may all be a lie created to make the winner look like the hero. The villain you have always hated, the one you were forced to hate because of the story you've read, could simply be a victim of the hero. The hero that you adore may have been the true villain. Stories are written by the winner. And no one wants to write themselves as the villain.
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Prompt: Sometimes you don't realize you're actually drowning when you're trying to be everyone else's anchor.
I had been running from job to job, from children to school, and everywhere in between. While trying to be everything for everyone else, and be everywhere all at once, I was only hurting myself. I didn't realize that, while I was trying to be their anchor, I was actually drowning myself. Prompt: I would rather die.
"You should come with us," Kyle said. I groaned internally. I would rather die than go spend 2+ hours with these people. It wasn't as if I didn't like them. I did. They were great people, and at another time, I might have enjoyed it, I could have been friends, and I would have loved to be invited to these get togethers. But now, with everything that was happening, I would rather die than go. They were good people, I didn't want to hurt them. They were good people, but I already had too many people in my life that I had to watch die over and over again every single time I so much as blinked. I couldn't handle adding any more. "Okay," I heard myself saying. I couldn't say no to him, not when he looked at me like that, not when he had done so much for him. After everything he had done for me, I could do this for him. Even if I would rather die than do it - I guess that just meant that we knew each other's pain. Prompt: How do you run from what's inside your head?
The darkness was creeping in. The monsters were back, this time with a vengeance. They hated that I had pushed them away for so long. They hated that they had been ignored. They weren't going to sit quietly and be forgotten. They weren't going to be brushed aside. I was overcome with darkness. It was overpowering. It cut off my oxygen supply. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. I was alone in the darkness, only the monsters inside of my head to keep me company. I was trapped. I wanted to get up. I wanted to run. I wanted to escape. But how do you run from what's inside your head? How do you escape when your captor is your own mind? Sorry it's been so long, but we're back with today's prompt. We'll be doing 2 prompts today, so it will be a bit long, but we haven't had a prompt in awhile, so it all works out.
Prompt: Being lost is my natural state She pushed me out and refused to let me back inside. Fine. I could follow orders. At least this once. I got into my car and I began to drive. My mind was whirling so much it was making me dizzy, and as I drove, I realized that I had absolutely no idea where I was going, and I was completely and totally lost. I had driven this road all the time - several times a day for over a year. The way home was engrained in my brain. I knew it better than I knew the back of my hand. I could drive it with my eyes closed, in my sleep. It was impossible to get lost. And yet, here I was, completely and utterly lost. I was driving down a road that looked totally unfamiliar. I knew for sure I had never gone down this road before. I couldn't even begin to imagine where I was, let alone try and find my way back to the road I was supposed to be on. This wasn't an unusual state for me to be in. I wasn't one for directions which lead me to be in a constant state of being lost and not knowing where I was in space. Things were always further apart or closer than I thought they were and I was never going in the correct direction. Seeing as this was a natural state for me, getting lost hardly phased me anymore - it was as normal as breathing. Yet that day, I couldn't handle it. Finding myself unsure of where I was, and being totally and utterly lost on top of everything else I was dealing with was completely overwhelming, and being lost was the straw that broke the camel's back. I couldn't take it any longer. I couldn't deal with life any longer. I needed a break. I needed some space. I needed some time to breathe. I needed something to be easy - and getting lost just made my life all the more difficult. It broke me. I totally lost it. I couldn't handle it any longer. In my frustration I started to scream into the dark abyss that was holding me hostage. I yelled. I screamed. I ranted. It wasn't fair. What I was going through wasn't fair. I screamed until my throat was raw. All my pain, frustration, everything I had been holding back, everything I was feeling, everything that popped into my mind, no matter how stupid or silly it seemed, came bursting loudly out of me. With my voice gone from my rant and too drained to be angry, I cried silently as I finally managed to find my way back home. I was a shell. Exhausted and not fit for human interaction. I grabbed my things and began to head downstairs where I could be alone. I was too drained to watch where I was going and found myself bumping into the couch, which caused the ladder propped up against it, to fall to the ground. Trying to keep it from falling, I stuck out my foot, hoping that I could push it back up, but it hitting my foot only caused me to lose my already precarious balance, and I found myself falling through the air. My wrist hit one rung, my elbow another, and my whole body fell onto the arm that had hit the ladder - chipping my elbow in the process. Fire raced up my arm and through my entire body. For a moment I was completely blinded by the pain and my eyes began to water. I guess I got my break. Although a broken elbow wasn't what I had in mind. Prompt: "I hate everything about you." / "I love you too sweetheart." I groaned as he walked through the door. He was the last person I wanted to see today - actually, he was the last person I wanted to see any day. I would rather be roasted over hot coals. I would rather be boiled alive. Or have needles shoved under my fingernails. I would rather have my eyeballs removed with a dull spoon. In fact, the list of things I wouldn't rather do than deal with him would be shorter. My stomach would drop every time I saw him. My gut would clench and I would want to throw up. He made my skin crawl. Even if he didn't touch me, after every interaction I had with him left me wanting to take a long, hot shower, a shower so hot that it would melt the skin off my bones - and I still wouldn't be clean enough. "You know you want to come up to my apartment," he urged, "We can cuddle on the couch," he winked at me and I cringed, my whole body shuddered with disgust, "Don't worry. I'm a perfect gentleman. Nothing would happen that you wouldn't want to, and then I'd make you breakfast in the morning." I rolled my eyes. Sure. Perfect gentleman. If he was such a perfect gentleman, he shouldn't have to say that, it would be evident by his actions. And since he couldn't seem to understand boundaries and the word no - and the fact that he was insinuating that I would be staying the night - left me with absolutely no confidence in his statement about being a perfect gentleman and nothing I didn't want to happen would happen. It was going to be a hard pass from me. "No," I shook my head firmly, "Not going to happen." "When I'm younger, you'll be my girlfriend," he said with confidence. Sure, go ahead and keep telling yourself that. "You don't like me very much, do you?" "No," I shook my head, "I hate everything about you." Normally I would try to be nicer, and the first few times I had been as nice as I could while still being firm in my boundaries. Yet he continued to push, and after what he did in the hallway the week prior, I was done trying to be nice. "I love you too baby," he smiled at me. I growled inside. It didn't matter what I said, it didn't matter what I did - I had literally ran away from him - it did not matter, no wasn't a word he seemed able to comprehend. Picture Prompt
She leaned up against the tree in the woods. She and Aziel spent most of their time in the forest. It was a place where they could be alone. It was one of the only places they wouldn't be spied on, where they could be themselves. It was the perfect place to plan their escape. Aziel glanced over at her and smiled. Before he could even think about what he was doing, or what was happening, he was leaning up against the tree, and placing his lips on hers. Prompt: I'll never regret loving you.
"I'm sorry loving me has caused you such pain," Evangeline sobbed. His loving her had ruined his life. "I would do it all over again," Alexander said, "No matter what happens, no matter what I have to go through, I'll never regret loving you." Prompt: Letter
Amadrya took the letter out of her pocket and re-read it for the thousandth time. She traced her fingers across the handwriting and stared at the paper. She shook her head. She couldn't get emotional. She folded the piece of paper up again and put the letter back in her pocket. Prompt: "No! Don't - Don't touch me!" Character A screamed, flinching away from the desperate Character B's touch. A's eyes were wild, their breathing fast and shallow, their whole body trembling in uncontrollable fear. / "I'm not going to hurt you," B said, gently taking A by the hand and holding it firmly. Their eyes met, "Listen to me. You're safe and they aren't going to hurt you again. I'm here now. Trust me, I won't let anybody hurt you." / B almost expected A to yank their hand away in their panic, but they didn't - instead they relaxed a little, tears forming in their eyes, and let out a breath, "I..." / "It's okay," B smiled, and pulled A into a hug they didn't resist, "It's okay. I'm here." "No! Don't - Don't touch me!" Aziel screamed as she flinched away from Amadrya's touch. Aziel's eyes were wild, his breathing fast and shallow, their whole body trembled in uncontrollable fear. "I'm not going to hurt you," Amadrya said gently. She took Aziel by the hand and held it firmly. Amadray and Aziel's eyes met. "Listen to me. You're safe and they aren't going to hurt you again. I'm here now. Trust me, I won't let anybody hurt you." Amadrya almost expected Aziel to yank their hand away in their panic, but they didn't - instead they relaxed a little, tears forming in their eyes, and let out a breath. "I...." "It's okay," Amadrya smiled. She pulled Aziel into a hug that he didn't resist. "It's okay. I'm here." She would always be there for him. Forever. She wouldn't let her mother and grandmother hurt him ever again. She would figure it out. Somehow. Prompt: “Faith, trust, and -” / “I swear, if you say ‘pixie dust’ I will throw you into the nearest lake.”
"All we need is faith, trust, and -" Arnold said in a singsongy voice. "I swear," Penelope said in a scarily quiet voice, "If you say 'pixie dust', I will throw you into the nearest lake." She stared at Arnold. She wasn't joking. She was all too serious. She really would throw him into the lake. She absolutely hated Peter Pan and everything to do with it, while Arnold LOVED Peter Pan more than anything in the world. Prompt: I didn’t do it. Oh wait THAT…yes I did do THAT…. "I didn't do it," Penelope said. She looked over at where everyone was looking. Arnold was dripping wet after being pushed into the lake. "Oh wait THAT," she pointed at the dripping Arnold. Everyone looked at her like she was an idiot for not catching on sooner and nodded their head. "Yes, I did to THAT," Penelope admitted. She would do it again too. |
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