Prompt: I will go down as the greatest *insert occupation here* in the world! (I chose con man).
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Alysha shook her head. She still couldn’t fathom what had just happened. How on earth did Ryan sell the Eiffel Tower? How on earth was that possible? She was insane, and brilliant. It was impressive, and yet oddly terrifying at the same time. If Ryan could sell off the Eiffel Tower, there was no limit to what Ryan could do. “I will go down as the greatest con woman in the world!” Ryan exclaimed gleefully clapping her hands together in her excitement. The rest of the group nodded their head. They had no doubt that if anyone would, it would be Ryan.
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Prompt: “Are you ever sorry?” he asked. / “For loving you?” she smiled and shook her head, “No. there are so many things to be sorry for, but loving you isn’t one of them.” / For some reason, that answer made him even more restless. / “What are the things you’re sorry about, then?” he asked after awhile. / “I’m sorry that I wasn’t quite right for you. That you weren’t quite right for me. That the timing wasn’t quite right for us. We were never lacking in love. It wasn’t ever a question of whether we loved each other enough or not, because if love could fill a whole room- ours would have needed more space. It would have burst out of the windows and banged open doors.” / she stopped and smiled such a sad smile it broke his heart all over again. / “You know I loved you so much,” he whispered. / She reached out to squeeze his hand and said, “I know, darling. I know. But even the greatest of loves cannot withstand the wars of this world. And no matter how much we loved each other, it wasn’t a war we were supposed to win.
“Are you ever sorry?” Anjal asked looking over at her. They were stuck in a cell awaiting their execution or whatever torture Bane could come up with. “For loving you?” Eva asked. She smiled at him and shook her head slowly. “No. there are so many things to be sorry for,” she took his hand in hers, “But loving you isn’t one of them.” For some reason, that answer made him even more restless and he squirmed around like he had something poking him in the back and he couldn’t dislodge it. “What are the things you’re sorry about, then?” he asked after a minute of silence. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t quite right for you. That you weren’t quite right for me. The timing wasn’t quite right for us. We were never lacking in love. It wasn’t ever a question of whether we loved each other enough or not, because we could fill a whole room- ours would have needed more space. It would have burst out the windows and banged open doors.” She stopped and gave him another smile, a smile that was so sad that it broke his heart all over again, and he clung even tighter to her hand. “You know I loved you so much,” he whispered. She squeezed his hand in reassurance. “I know, darling. I know,” she smiled at him, “But even the greatest of loves cannot withstand the wars of this world. And no matter how much we loved each other, it wasn’t a war we were supposed to win.” She gave him a peck on the cheek as the door opened and they were dragged to meet their fate. Prompt: “Stop saying I’m fine when you’re not.” He gripped my shoulders. “It’s fine to say I’m not fine.”
Prompt: “Are you still awake?” Eva kept staring up at the ceiling. She couldn’t seem to fall asleep. It was strange knowing that, in the midst of Hell, she had found she had finally managed to learn how to fall asleep, but here, when she was finally safe, and she had escaped her prison, she couldn’t seem to find sleep. “Are you still awake?” Callum asked. He had gotten up in the middle of the night and found himself unable to fall asleep. He had to make sure that Eva was okay, that she was still in the bed, safe, and not lost somewhere where he couldn’t get to her. “Yeah,” Eva whispered, pushing herself into a sitting position on the bed. She was thankful for a reason to stop pretending to be sleeping, a reason to stop trying, and to admit that she wasn’t asleep and probably wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon. “Are you alright?” Callum asked. In a few steps, he strode over to the bed and sat down beside her. He gripped her hand in his, running his thumb lightly over her hand. “Yeah,” she said, “I’m fine.” She was far from fine. She was suffocating in a fog of terror and pain, but she couldn’t let him know that. She couldn’t be that girl. She had been that kind of girl with Wyatt, and he had run so fast it had left her dizzy. If she showed Callum how not fine she was, and how insane she felt, he would run away and leave her, and while she hated to admit it, she found herself needing him. She needed his support and his care. So, in order to keep him there, she would pretend. “Stop saying I’m fine when you’re not,” Callum said. He gripped her shoulders so he could look at her and she could look at him. “It’s fine to say I’m not fine.” At those words, Eva could feel all the emotions she had been trying to tamp down and hide begin to bubble to the surface. She had never been told that before, and it had caused everything to come up to the surface and the tears began to fall. Callum pulled Eva close and let her cry into his shoulder. He wasn’t going anywhere. Prompt: Take a look at Instagram for what I rolled the dice for. I got 4 (a ghost) and 1 (My main character has to serve one of them. Why?
Andrea bowed toward the ghost as it passed by. She had been living there for as long as she could remember. Her mother had given her up to the ghosts of the asylum a long time ago. In order to save herself, she had sacrificed her daughter. Now, Andrea was left to serve the ghosts until her dying breath, and even then, she doubted the ghosts would let her free. She would be trapped, forever. Prompt: “Why are you so afraid to love anyone?” he asks her one day out of the blue. / “There’s lots of reasons,” she says. / “I mean, obviously there’s heartbreak involved. Love and heartbreak kind of go hand in hand. There’s also the fact that I don’t want to depend on anyone, because the only person you can really rely on is yourself.” / “That still doesn’t explain it,” he says, sighing. / “Well,” she says, “Maybe I’m afraid to love people because I don’t believe anyone could ever really love me.” / “I do,” he wants to say, but he doubts that she would ever really hear him.
Callum ran his fingers through Eva’s hair as they sat on the couch. A movie was playing in the background, but neither one of them was really paying attention to what was playing. “Why are you so afraid to love anyone?” Callum asked. They had been talking about the date she had been on when she had run into him. She had been stand offish about love even before Wyatt, but after Wyatt, it had just gotten worse. “There’s lots of reasons,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as much as she could while laying in his lap, “I mean,” she played with her hands, “Obviously there’s heartbreak involved. Love and heartbreak kind of go hand in hand. There’s also the fact that I don’t want to depend on anyone, because the only person you can really rely on is yourself.” It was a perfectly logical explanation. After all, she had loved Wyatt and he had broken her heart. She had learned to rely on him and then she had to find a way to rely on herself again. She was the only one she could rely on. “That still doesn’t explain it,” Callum says, sighing. “Well,” she said slowly, “Maybe I’m afraid to love people,” she continued thoughtfully, “Because I don’t believe anyone could ever really love me.” It was the first time she had admitted that to anyone, even herself. “I do,” Callum found himself wanting to say. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops. He wanted to tell her his feelings, but he doubted that she would hear him, no matter how loud he shouted it. Prompt: Turn your playlist on shuffle and the first song to play is inspiration for a villain.
I got: I’m the King of New York. Rian slipped himself into his clawfoot, porcelain tub, the boiling water turned his skin red the moment they touched. On his bed was a pair of new shoes and a fancy suit. Only the best for the mayor’s daughter. He loved rubbing elbows with the elite of the country. They always had secrets to hide, and he loved getting those secrets out of them, and landing them in even hotter water than his bath. He owned them. They crumbled at the sight of him, and he relished the power it gave him. He could do anything he wanted, knowing that no one would stop him. After all, they knew he could drown them. He could make them the biggest headline in history. He could ruin their lives. It felt good to be king. Prompt: I could’ve had you executed girl, just remember that.” / “And what then? You’d have a corpse warm your bed?”
“Don’t test my limits, girl,” Bane hissed as he threw Eva Marie to the floor. She glared up at him with death in her eyes. This would end today. One way or another, there was no leaving this room. She would make sure of that. “I could’ve had you executed instead of Anjal,” Bane continued, kicking her in the ribs so hard that he was rewarded with satisfying cracking sound as her ribs broke, “Just remember that.” Holding her ribs to ward off some of the pain that was coursing through her as she struggled to get to her feet. “And what then?” she hissed in pain as she stood. She gritted her teeth and tried to put on a brave face. “You’d have a corpse warm your bed?” she asked. “Better a corpse,” he said. He reached his hand out and grabbed her neck, cutting off her air supply. Now, she struggled to breathe in more ways than one. “Than a back biting snake of a woman that you turned out to be.” She kicked at him, hitting him in a delicate spot, and causing him to release his hold on her. She grabbed the nearest item she could find, and hit him over the head with it. The fight was on. If the bombs didn’t kill them, they would kill each other. It was over. This could go very different ways, read below to see how I took this prompt.
Prompt: Power Anjal made his way over to the new Mrs. Rogers. She looked far from the blushing bride. In fact, she looked more like a prisoner now than she had before she had gotten married. It was as if, by signing her name on that license, she had sold her soul away. She had sold it to the devil.\ “How’s your day going?” he asked. He sat down on a chair next to her. Most people were swarming around Bane, congratulating him, leaving the bride to her own devices. Well, aside from the fact that she still had guns pointed at her head. Her friends, were now in the new dungeon, getting to reap the benefits of Eva Marie’s sold soul. “Well,” Eva Marie sighed. It wasn’t anything like she had pictured her wedding day to be. Bane was far from the picture perfect man she had imagined to be at her side when she got married. He wasn’t the kind of person she would want at her side for the rest of her life. In fact, far from being the happiest day of her life, it was quite possibly the worst day she had ever had to live. “No one died,” Eva Marie finally stated. It was the only positive she could find in this situation, the only silver lining to be seen. For it being a day of a wedding, she couldn’t find much to celebrate. “Those are your standards?” Anjal asked. He raised his eyebrows in amusement at her comment. Eva Marie looked at him and smiled slightly, exhaling some air sharply in what was assumed to be in an attempted laugh. She shrugged her shoulders as she played with the lace of her wedding dress. “Honestly,” she looked around, “In these circumstances, no one dying is a gold star in my book.” Anjal wished he could help her some more. He wanted to give her a day with some kind of silver lining, but he didn’t have the chance to do much more than give her hand an encouraging squeeze. Bane came over and wanted his wife at his side. Anjal couldn’t refuse his boss his request. He had to let Bane take Eva Marie. “Isn’t this perfect?” Bane asked. He made a swooping gesture at the wedding as he took Eva Mare onto the dance floor. Eva Marie refused to answer his question. “You know, you are quite lucky,” he continued. He didn’t seem to care that his new wife was far from chatty, and far from happy that she was now married to one of the most powerful men in the world. “How’s that?” she asked numbly. “You now have everything you could ever want,” Bane smiled, “Just like me. It was all handed to you so easily. You should be thrilled.’ Eva Marie couldn’t help a scoff from escaping her lips. It was far from easy. Just because she hadn’t done the same work to build the business, didn’t mean that it had come to her freely. It cost her more than he could ever imagine. “I had nothing,” Bane continued. He took her chin in his hands and jerked her head in his direction. The spit from his anger fell onto her face. “But I worked my butt off, rising through the ranks. Now I have everything I could ever want.” “And yet,” Eva Marie glowered at Bane, “It’s still not enough for you!” She spat in his face, just as he had in hers. Angrily, he wiped the spit off of his face and gripped her neck, nearly cutting off her air supply. “Listen,” he hissed, “I have given you everything I have with this wedding. And this is how you repay me?” “You’ve given me everything?” she gasped out, struggling to find air, “How? By taking away my freedom? My life?” “Freedom is overrated,” he hissed, “On day, you’ll thank me for doing this.” “I doubt it,” she hissed back at him. Anger flashed in Bane’s eyes. More anger than she had ever witnessed before. It caused a chill to run through her very being. “We’ll be leaving now,” Bane told Jaakobah. Jaakobah smiled wickedly as he eyed Eva Marie’s fear filled face. He nodded to his boss. He would take care of it, while Bane took care of Eva Marie. Check Instagram for today's picture.
Callum took Eva Marie by the hand. Gently he led her through a grassy meadow as a star streaked across the sky. “Look,” he said, pointing up to the falling star, “Make a wish.” Eva Marie looked up at the sky as the star made its way through the night sky. She glanced over at Callum, who still held her hand in his. She smiled. She wished every day could be like this. For the first time since the kidnapping, she felt totally calm and at peace. As the star finished its journey through the sky, Callum gently continued to lead her through the meadow toward their destination. “Here we are,” Callum said. There was a blanket and a basket all set up, waiting for them. He sat her down on the blanket and then, after making himself comfortable, he allowed her to lean on him, cuddling her close to him. She laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. After all the death and the pain and the sorrow that she had gone through, it felt wonderful to just relax in his arms, and let the sound of his heart beat and the feel of his warm, strong arms, lull her to sleep. For once she was perfectly at peace. Prompt: “I need to go de-stress.” / “Where are you going?” / “To demolish the living room.”
Felicia raged. Aiden had been impossible the last week and she wanted to strangle him. If she didn’t leave right now that was exactly what she would do. “I need to go de-stress,” Felicia grumbled past her friends. “Where are you going?” Saralee laughed at Felicia’s face. Felicia paused in her tracks for a minute, as if thinking about what she was going to do. “To demolish the living room,” she said with a shrug. Saralee and Jesse looked at each other with a smile at each other. Linking arms, they went to go see exactly what Felicia would do to the living room. |
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