Prompt: “How do we keep getting into these situations?” / “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.”
The hangman adjusted the ropes around the men’s necks. Aiden could feel Allen’s eyes on him, and knew that it held that accusation that this whole thing was his fault. Aiden moved his eyes toward an object in the distance, ignoring the glare burning into him from the other side. “This is all your fault,” Aiden whispered. “I know,” Aiden said, glancing back to Allen quickly, before glancing away again. “So, what do we do now?” “Um…” “You don’t have an exit strategy?” “Well sorry I didn’t think we’d wind up getting kidnapped and hanged. This isn’t exactly how I planned on things playing out.” “Quiet!” the hangman ordered. “Why?” Aiden asked, “You’re going to kill us anyway, why should we be silent? I’ll say whatever I want to say. I’m dead anyway.” Allen rolled his eyes at Aiden. “How do we keep getting into these situations?” Allen asked. “Eleven years of friendship,” Aiden thought, looking like he was coming up with some great idea as to how they always found themselves in near death experiences, “And I still don’t know,” he shook his head. The hangman turned to Lauralie. She gave a slight nod of her head, telling her minion that it was time to end their lives.
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Prompt: I can’t even remember the last thing I said to her.
I can’t remember the last thing I said to her. I can’t remember the words spoken right before she walked out of my life. I can’t remember what the last words she heard me say were. Were they good ones? Were they ones full of love? Or were they angry ones? Would I grimace if people knew those words? Or would I be filled with comfort, Knowing that my words were spoken with love? Did she know I loved her? Did she know I cared? Or was she left wondering about the thoughts in my head. I can’t remember. I can’t remember, And now she’s gone. So yesterday's prompt was a free day....so I used the free day to um...not write a prompt....sorry, it was a long day.
Well anyway, here is today's prompt. Prompt: “What happens down there?” / “You don’t want to know.” “We’re moving Britney and Sara downstairs tomorrow morning,” David announced. “Really?” Kevin said. He felt oddly nervous about that fact. The new group of people they had brought in had gotten attached to Britney and Sara. He didn’t truly understand why, but he felt particularly drawn to one of the ladies. She seemed to be the mother hen of the group and having Britney and Sara ripped away from her would crush her. “Well, what happens down there?” Kevin asked. “You don’t want to know,” Kevin’s partner spoke up while David smiled wickedly. Kevin’s heart sunk to the ground. He had no doubt in his mind that those two girls weren’t going to make it through whatever torture they had planned tomorrow morning. He just wished he could stop it. Prompt: You find an abandoned shrine in a cave.
Charity walked into the cave, panting with the exertion the hike had taken out of her. In order to escape the heat, she headed deeper into the cave. After wandering through several twists and turns, she found herself standing in front of what appeared to be a shrine. There was a picture of a young man and it was surrounded by candles. Unconsciously she moved closer, and lit a match that was sitting right next to the candles. She lit it and watched the flame flicker before lighting the candles. She began talking to the picture, getting everything off of her chest. She hadn’t realize how much pain she had been in until it all came flowing out of her. Little did she know, that the guy in the picture had appeared as the candle began to glow and had been listening to her woe’s, and had vowed to fix everything that was causing her such pain. Prompt: The traffic was painfully slow as the cab reached the airport. She couldn’t leave, not without me telling her that I love her. When I finally reached the airport I knew I had missed my shot ,but something else was wrong. Emergency services were everywhere. A plane had crashed. Her plane.
“You love her,” Kyle said, “So why didn’t you tell her?” “You can’t just let her walk out of your life without telling her,” Janette exclaimed, “You need to go tell her!” My friends looked at me expectantly as I sat there staring at them. They were right. I couldn’t just let Margarite walk out of my life like that. I had to tell her. What was I thinking; allowing her to walk out of here and fly halfway across the world without telling her that I loved her? Was I really that dense? I got to my feet and I raced down the stairs. I waved my hand, gesturing for a cab. They kept whizzing past me, taking their charges away as quickly as they could. I tried to stay calm, but in my head I was cursing my bad luck when finally a cab pulled to a stop in front of me. I pushed a little old man out of my way in the attempt to nab my cab. I didn’t care. I had to get to the airport before the plane took off. The traffic went at a snail’s pace. I could run it faster than they were driving. I tapped my fingers on the back seat as I tried to ignore the clock on the dash, ticking away the minutes...the precious minutes, giving away the time that I didn’t have. Eventually we made it to the airport, I threw the cash owed to the driver and raced inside the airport. I bought the cheapest ticket I could get to get through security. I had just bought the ticket when a commotion sounded behind me. Emergency vehicles were swarming around and people began racing in, heading straight toward the runways. I watched them in fascination and fear. “What’s going on?” I asked the lady at the ticket counter. “There was an accident.” “Was it bad?” “We are assessing the situation.” “Can you tell me what flight number?” “A92345.” My heart fell in my chest. That was her flight. Margarite! I raced through security, and toward where all the emergency people were working. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the scene. I had to see what was going on. I had to see what had happened to Margarite. “Margarite?” I asked the nearest emergency person, “Margarite Turner?” She shook her head. Of course she didn’t know. How was she supposed to remember the names of everyone on the flight? She probably didn’t know the name of a single person on that flight. Still, I watched. “There was only one survivor,” I overheard a member of the emergency crew tell another, “A Jade Michaels.” Jade Michaels. Jade Michaels. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t get that name to change into Margarite Turner. There had only been one survivor, and it wasn’t Margarite. Now I would never get my chance to tell her how much I loved her. She would never know my true feelings. That one accident had ruined everything. Prompt: “911, what’s your emergency?” / “I don’t know that it’s an emergency exactly, but there are, like 800 penguins running around central park. I just figured someone ought to know.”
Paul stepped out of his apartment. The sun was sweltering, causing swimming pools to appear underneath his arms, and he had only been outside for two minutes. He had only taken a few steps when he noticed a flock of penguins just standing around. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed 911. “911 what is your emergency?” the 911 operator spoke calmly. “Well,” Paul coughed, “I don’t know that it’s an emergency exactly,” he was starting to feel stupid about calling, “But there are like 800 penguins running around central park. I just figured someone ought to know,” he finished lamely. “Yes,” the operator remained calm, “We are aware of the situation and we have people on the way to fix the problem. A bunch of the penguins broke out of the zoos last night, and we’re finishing up catching them all.” Paul hung up the phone. The operator didn’t seem to feel like it was all that big of a deal, but Paul vowed to stay away from all the penguins, just in case. He didn’t want to have to deal with a situation like in The Birds. For my fans that are Utahn's I want to wish you a Happy Pioneer Day :). Enjoy your holiday, hopefully you get it off and have a great day :).
Today's prompt has absolutely nothing to do with Pioneer Day, or Pioneer's or anything like that, at all. So without further ado, here is today's prompt. Prompt: “How long have you been standing there?” / “Longer than you’d like.” Susan stared at Agent Michaels, a blush coming to her face as she saw Agent Michaels make a fool of himself. He was usually such a serious guy, but every once in a while, he would open up and his goofball side would show through. She loved when she got to see that guy. “Someone is crushing,” Ryan sing songed as she sat down next to Ryan. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Susan shrugged, forcing the redness in her face to go down so she wasn’t looking like a tomato. “Oh come on, we both know what’s going on here,” Skye said, joining in on the conversation. Everyone but Agent Michaels knew what was going on. They were both totally head over heels in love with each other, but neither one knew how to go about telling the other person their feelings, or in Agent Michaels case, he couldn’t even tell himself such a thing. “There’s nothing going on,” Susan said. “Sure,” Ryan rose her eyebrows in a quizzical look, “That’s why you’re blushing up a storm, cause there’s nothing going on.” “Okay,” Susan sighed, “Fine. I like him, alright? He’s a really great guy, and I find myself crushing hardcore on him. I do whatever I can to be around him as much as possible. It’s a problem,” she began rambling. As she rambled on, Agent Michaels came up behind her, hearing every word that she said about him. “How long have you been standing there?” Susan asked, she had turned around to see if she could catch sight of him, and saw him standing right behind her, within earshot of everything she had been saying. “Um...probably, um,” he cleared his throat, looking down at the ground, unable to face her, “Longer than you’d probably like.” Susan’s face grew even redder, and the two of them stood there like tomatoes, growing redder and redder while Ryan and Skye tried to hold back their laughter. Prompt: Write a realistic fiction story that starts with “It’s the Baron!”
“It’s the Baron!” the crowd whispered excitedly as the carriages passed through the throng. Jacqualynn joined the crowd that was cheering for the Baron’s arrival, even though she wasn’t too excited about his presence in the village and what that would mean for her. She had been pushed aside in favor of some other woman that was carrying the king’s child. Now, in order to keep their kingdoms from waging war on each other, she had to find someone else from the king’s kingdom in which to marry. They had been parading Barons, Dukes, and all other types of royalty passed her for weeks now, and it had all come to nothing. Her father had turned all of them down. His daughter was supposed to have married a king after all, and he wouldn’t settle for anything less. So, Jacqualynn had to deal with the never ending parade of royalty trying to woo her father in order to keep a war from happening. It was enough to drive her crazy. All she wanted was to go home, to be exiled even, would be better than the torture of having to meet yet another Baron. Prompt: Having a whole castle to yourself doesn’t negate the fact that you’re a prisoner.
He wandered around the halls aimlessly. He had been through all the rooms, saw everything there was to see. He knew those halls like the back of my hand. He had the whole castle to myself. He had all the servants at my beck and call. But he was more trapped than his people, more trapped than the prisoners who they kept captive. He wasn’t able to leave. He got no time off for good behavior, or even bad behavior. No escape. He was trapped in a place that he couldn’t get out of no matter how much he wanted to. Having a whole castle to himself didn’t negate the fact that he was a prisoner in his own life. I didn't forget about it, don't worry. Here is today's prompt.
Prompt: How...lovely. “Look at what I made for you!” Aaron said, handing Felicia some kind of weapon. “Oh,” she glanced at it, uncertain of what exactly it was supposed to be, but he looked so happy about his gift that Felicia couldn’t hurt his feelings, “How…..” she searched in her mind what word she could use to describe it, “Lovely,” she finally settled on a word. She hoped that she didn’t sound as unconvincing to Aaron as she sounded to her ears. “I know it’s not much,” Aaron said, she could hear the hurt in his voice as it fell. “It’s perfect,” Felicia shook her head and smiled, trying to soothe his hurt. “No it’s not. It’s okay.” He walked away, making Felicia feel like a total jerk. She would have to find some way to make it up to him. |
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