“Would you like to dance?” a blond haired diplomat’s son asked.
“No thanks,” Jenine said as politely as possible. He had been coming to the castle with his father for months now and each time Jenine liked him less and less. “Oh come on you wouldn’t want it said that you neglect your princessly duties do you?” “I am not required to dance with anyone, I’m not the eldest daughter.” “Exactly my point. You should be begging ME for a dance, and thanking me for even looking your way,” he grabbed her wrist, “After all you are the youngest daughter of a poor king and if we’re being honest, you aren’t much to look at either.” Jenine tried to take her hand back, but he clung to it tightly. “Let go of me,” she yelled at him, as she began her struggle to reclaim her arm, “I said I didn’t want to dance!” “Well I do.” She pulled harder as he began to drag her to the dance floor, causing him to lose hold of his balance. She left him sprawled ont eh floor as she sauntered off.
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Oh Allen and Felicia....you two are so cute....I love you two...almost as much as Hunter and Carrie. :) Hope you enjoy their little story as well :).
Prompt: You are a queen and I’m just a boy without a crown. Allen stared at Felicia as she cared of the needs of her people. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of her. He was so mesmerized by her and everything she did. She fit into this world, was born into it. This life offered her everything and then some. He couldn’t compute that. “She’s pretty amazing, huh?” Jesse said. “Do you see everything?” Allen asked, turning to glance over at her. “You can’t hide much from me when it has anything to do with my friends,” Jesse confirmed. Allen crossed his arms and his gaze drifted back to Felicia who was in the process of helping one of her people with a problem. “She is a human being, not some unapproachable goddess.” “I know,” Allen said, “She is a great conversationalist.” “So, what’s holding you back?” “Look at her,” he gestured slightly, “She’s a queen,” he glanced down at himself, “and I’m just a boy without a crown,” he said softly as he walked out of the throne room. He couldn’t give her anything that she didn’t already have. Prompt: After a moment she spoke, “Do you miss her?” her voice scarcely a whisper. In just three words, he broke her heart, “All the time.”
He had had a rough night. He had spent all night tossing and turning and calling out Sariah’s name. He hadn’t done that for weeks now. It had pierced Evangeline’s heart in a way she couldn’t describe and for reasons she couldn’t even begin to guess. “You were calling for Sariah last night,” Evangeline blurted out while he was trying to wake up. She didn’t know why she mentioned it, probably just to get a conversation going. “Did I?” he asked in a more, ‘okay, and what should I do with that?’ They sat in silence for a moment. After a moment she spoke up again, “Do you miss her?” her voice scarcely a whisper. She didn’t think she wanted to know the answer to that. In three words, he broke her heart, “All the time.” Evangeline nodded her head and pursed her lips together, trying to pretend her heart hadn’t just been broken in half. Thank you for reading :) The picture is today's prompt. They laid her out in a plain white dress. Her golden hair done so well that not even a wisp of hair dared try to escape. The carrier was covered with red velvet as was befitting a member of royalty’s household. Thought she hadn’t died in a battle, she had a sword placed on her chest to show her dedication and service to her world.
The six bearers took their positions around the sides and raised their black hoods, picking up their precious cargo, they began their journey to the graveyard. The throng was so thick that the bearers could barely squeeze through the ‘aisle’ the guards had tried to make. Everyone was pushing and straining to be able to place a kiss on Cara’s head. All of them wanted to be able to pay their last respects. She was well loved by the people and none of them wanted to miss their chance to say good-bye. Here's the second prompt I promised.
Prompt: “I’d hug you right now, but you’re covered in evidence and I also really don’t want to.” / “Evidence is a really nice euphemism for blood, gore, and guts.” / “You’re totally missing the point. DO you know how pissed I am at you right now? The police were already swarming the driveway by the time the girls made it outside. “You want to explain what’s going on here?” Agent Michaelson asked, waving his hand at the four girls and police on the scene. “Um, well see,” Skye began. “We are investigating,” Alysha spoke up defiantly, daring any of the guys to argue with her. “You shouldn’t be doing anything, especially not something as dangerous as all this,” Charles glared down at his wife, not letting her scare him. “I’m pregnant, not made of glass. You can’t just hide me away. I don’t work like that.” “There was a dead body,” Ryan said, “Dead, just gone, and it smelled,” she was beginning to retreat into her childhood as what had just happened began to sink in. Skye made a move toward her, but Henry shook his head as he too went towards her. He wrapped a jacket around her shoulders and walked her away from the group in order to reorganize her thoughts. “What were you thinking?” Kevin asked Skye, “You could have seriously gotten hurt, and what about Ryan and Alysha? Why take them in their conditions?” “I’m standing right here,” Alysha cut off Skye before she could say anything, “And I’m not a child! I don’t need permission or people telling me what I can or can’t do!” “It’s not just you that you have to think about anymore!” Charles interjected. Agent Michaelson and Susan found themselves on the outskirts of a yelling match. Susan looked shyly over at Agent Michaelson, he gave his best fatherly disappointed look, which caused Susan to look sheepishly down at her feet. “I’d hug you right now, but you’re covered in evidence and also I really don’t want to.” “Evidence is a really nice euphemism for blood, gore, and guts.” “You’re totally missing the point. Do you know how pissed I am at you right now?” “Very?” Susan guessed. “Extremely. Not only do you go into a sketchy place without backup, but you take a person who is mentally three, a pregnant lady, and Kevin’s girlfriend with you? What were you thinking?” “What do you mean? You send those girls out on missions all the time. Why is it so different when I use them?” “Because,” Agent Michaelson hadn’t been expecting that response, “Because they aren’t with only one agent. We have backup and a plan and I’m the boss,” he had run out of reasons why it was different. “I was in total control,” Susan began. “Obviously,” Agent Michaelson looked her up and down and then gestured to the rest of the scene, “You were in such control that you managed to trip every single alarm in the joint and you were in perfect control when you let a three year old deal with a dead body, and you were so in control that you obviously tripped on a dead body and got his blood all over you. I can see. You were in total control the entire time.” Susan looked down at her feet as Agent Michaelson raged. The wind went out of Agent Michaelson’s sails as he looked at Susan. She looked so small. He shouldn’t have yelled, but she had scared the crap out of him and he had let that fear turn to anger cause it was easier to deal with. “We need to get those clothes in evidence,” he said, lowering his voice to sound gentler. Susan nodded and walked off to get an evidence bag. I know, it's been quite some time since I've last posted, so to make up for it, I am going to give you two prompts!!!! Here is the first one.
Prompt: “I can’t marry her. She’d kill me within a week!” “You want me to do what?” Parker cried. “Marry her. It’s the only solution to our problems,” his father said. “I can’t marry her,” Parker said, “She’d kill me within a week!” “That’s ridiculous.” “It is not,” Parker got to his feet and began pacing. Laren hated his guts. It was hit fault, actually, so he couldn’t really blame her for feeling the way she was feeling, after all, it was a natural reaction. He had tormented her all through school. They had had a bitter rivalry through their childhood. She had gotten good. He had no doubt that he would be dead within a week if he were to marry her. Prompt: “You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paper clip? Teach me!”/ “Absolutely not.”
Charles picked up the handcuffs, fingering them almost lovingly, as he was transported back in time Without even really thinking about what he was doing he picked up a paperclip and picked the lock, springing it open in seconds flat. “You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paper clip?” Ryan gasped in awe. Charles glanced up, startled. He had forgotten that they were there. “Teach me!” Hannah and Alysha said at the same time, glancing over at each other with a smile. “Absolutely not,” Charles said forcefully, trying to hide the handcuffs behind his back, as if it was out of their sight it would be out of their minds as well. It didn’t work. “Come on, you said you were going to teach us, so teach us,” Hannah urged. “That’s for another day,” Charles said. The girls tried to whine and cajole, but Charles held firm. They’d just have to wait. Prompt: Who were you before they broke your heart?
You are lost. Confused and alone. Walls built around you. Never letting anyone in. Afraid to open up. Afraid of getting hurt. Look at you now. But who were you before? Before they broke your heart? Did you dance like no one was watching? Sing off-key with your favorite songs? Love like you owned the world? Who put up those walls? What caused your heart to break? Where is the person you were before? Before the world crushed you Causing you to shut it all out? Who were you before? Before you were broken. Sorry it's been so long since I've posted. Some weeks will be like that for a little bit though, so keep bearing with me, you've been great. Thanks so much for sticking with me and the craziness.
Prompt: He knew that this time ‘leaving’ meant a lot more than a few days apart. He took a deep breath. It was time to face the music. He stepped inside where she was waiting. Her suitcase was packed and she was ready to leave. “I’m leaving,” she said. He felt the stab in his heart. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that ‘leaving’ this time meant more than a few days apart. She was actually going to leave him. She had finally had had enough of him and of her life and she was getting out. He didn’t even try to stop her. He simply stepped aside and gave her full access to the door. Nothing he could say was going to change her mind and he knew that full well. Prompt: “You were supposed to stop me,” he whispered to the grave before him.
Hunter made a slow trek to the seemingly ever growing graveyard. He knew far too many of the residents there. He wearily made his way down the line, starting with his father, Jordan, Danny, Chilean, Saralee, James, Cara and his precious Carrie. His legs seemed to be unable to hold his weight any longer and he slowly sank to the ground in front of her tombstone. “You were supposed to stop me,” Hunter whispered to Carrie’s grave, “This wasn’t supposed to happen. I am so sorry. I am so sorry,” he placed his forehead against the ground and tears he hadn’t shed since his parents had gotten ripped from him, began to fall, watering the grass where they fell. |
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