This prompt brings up what Hunter was feeling/doing/thinking at the beginning of the trilogy when he first meets Saralee, or at least when he first sees her.
Prompt: He knew he must keep very still while he waited Hunter knelt in the shadows. He calmed his breathing to almost nonexistent. He could almost be a shadow himself. He had long ago trained his body to be as still as possible while he waited. Making any kind of movement, even too deep of breaths could ruin everything. He kept still and waited. He didn’t know what he was waiting for, but that was alright. He knew there would be something happening. He could feel it in his gut, and his gut had never let him down before. Sasha had something planned….he didn’t know what it was, but it would be huge deal, and he just had to wait for her minions to come here with her dirty laundry. He didn’t have to wait too long. They got to the cabin, dragging a very frightened girl between the two of them. Something about her was familiar to him. He couldn’t place why or where he had seen her before, but there was something niggling away at him. He watched as the two of them drag the girl inside and lock her in a bedroom. He had no idea what they were going to use her for, but he knew it couldn’t be good. He needed to get her out of there, and the sooner the better.
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Prompt: “You know, a normal person would immediately say that he’s gushing blood. But no, you had to go bleed all over the place and faint first.”
Felicia waltzed into the kitchen and grabbed a rag from her drawer and soaked it in the coldest water she could find. She took a deep breath and pushed herself from the counter and walked back into the living room and knelt by the body that was sprawled on her living room floor, making a mess of her beautiful living room carpet. She placed the cold rag on his face, moving it around to the back of his neck and back again as he began to come round. “Felicia?” Hunter asked as he opened his eyes and saw where he was. “You know,” Felicia hissed, helping Hunter into a sitting position, “A normal person would immediately tell the person whose house he’s crashing into, that he’s gushing blood,” Felicia had gotten Hunter to his feet and dragged him to the couch, “But no, you had to go and bleed all over the place and faint first.” “Sorry Ms. I’m More Concerned About My Precious Furniture Than A Bleeding Friend.” “Oh come on, it isn’t like this is the first time, and it probably isn’t going to be the last time, you come to my place covered in blood and pass out on my furniture.” “I don’t do it that often.” “Oh, please….you do too,” Felicia said as she wiped the blood from Hunter’s face. “It was nothing,” he hissed as he moved, trying to make himself more comfortable. “Oh please,” Sally said, rolling her eyes, not being at all gentle with her care of him. Hunter had been out on an assignment for the past few weeks and had been driving everyone around her crazy from the lack of information that had come from him. Then, all of a sudden, he shows up, covered in blood, and passes out right in the front room of Felicia’s house. “It was just another mission…..that got a little heated,” Hunter said, wincing in pain as he once again tried to move. “A LITTLE heated? You call that little?” Felicia asked, cleaning the wound and wrapping it up. “Yeah, just a little. So…how are our little additions?” “They are doing fine,” Felicia said, “But I can’t believe you left me to babysit the tweedles and their little sister while you went gallivanting off with Sasha….where is she by the way?” “She went to visit the Tweedles as you so lovingly called them…..” “Oh come on….Aiden and Allen, and what’s the girl’s name? Cathy?” “Carrie.” “Yeah….Carrie.” “What is your problem with them? They aren’t that bad.” “Nothing,” Felicia said, “Allen just rubs me the wrong way…..,” she finished up her doctoring, “There, you’re all set. Now you should go talk to my mom.” Hunter nodded, and gingerly got to his feet and headed toward Mara’s conference room. I was writing a story about an alien sent down to Earth to watch and observe us....I stopped it for some reason....it just kind of faded, you know? But when I saw this prompt, that old idea came rushing back to me, and this came out.
Prompt: CAUTION: When someone says “get a grip”, apparently around their neck is NOT what they meant. January 15 It’s been an overwhelming time for me. Things here are so different here. I may look like anyone else here, but I feel like a total outsider. They have such strange customs here. I have no idea what to do or what to say. All of that training I went through seems like a waste of time now. Yesterday I was walking down the street and I had a mental breakdown. I snapped, right there in the middle of the street. A random person on the street told me to ‘get a grip.’ CAUTION: When someone tells you to ‘Get a grip,’ apparently around their neck is NOT what they meant…… I learned that lesson the hard way. They told me to ‘get a grip’ and so I stood up and I wrapped my hands around their neck….some people in these weird uniforms came with blinking red and white and blue lights came in a weird thing they called a squad car and they pulled me off the man. Luckily the woman I met my first day showed up just in time and she talked with both the uniformed men and the man who told me to ‘get a grip’ and she somehow managed to calm the hearts of them and they let me off with just a warning. There is so much to learn. I hope I don’t fail you. A Special Place
If you could magically add a special room onto your home- and money were no object- what would your room be dedicated to? The only catch is, you must choose just one purpose. Would it be a gym, a library, a scrapbooking room, a wrapping room, a craft or sewing room, a game room, a music room? Why did you choose that? Describe what you’d put in the room. With a wave of my magic wand a room appears…..that would be so great! I would want a hidden room, like in the old houses/movies where you pushed a button or something and an entryway opened up and there was a room. This room would be dedicated to writing. There would be a large chair in the corner with a portable writing desk (like in the Dead Poet’s Society…..) so I can curl up and do my writing. There would also be a laptop so that I could type my writing if I so chose to. I like having some kind of sound while I’m writing….so there would be a small radio/CD player that would play whatever songs I wanted while I was writing. There would also be some quotes on writing and bookshelves filled with notebooks and pens, and because every writer needs inspiration sometimes....it would also have my go to books for inspiration in it (The Inkheart Trilogy, and The Thirteenth Tale.) Prompt: You receive a package in the mail with a photograph in it.
When Gabriella came home there was an envelope on her doorknob. Shakily she picked it up and headed inside. She didn’t want to have to open the envelope outside in front of people who happened to be walking by. She pulled out the picture that was inside. Her blood ran cold as she stood, unable to move, looking at the picture. With a shuddering breath she managed to pull herself together long enough to turn the picture over and look at the message on the back. ‘You’re really great with kids. Soon you’ll be a mother of your own children.’ –Your Fish This prompt didn't go the way I originally anticipated. I was actually going to a story for this one and it was actually going pretty good, but I had to stop because I had to get to work, but I was planning on coming back and finishing it. However, while I was at work, this poem popped into my head and by the time I got home to restart on the story I was going to do, I realized my story wasn't as great as I thought it was....so I went with the poem instead. Hope you like it.
Prompt: It was you….it was always you. I didn’t plan it Didn’t want it. You were you And I was me. On the same path, But going different places. It didn’t make sense It still doesn’t It would never work There’s too much in the way. Still…. My heart aches In a way it never has before Because now…. Now the path is splitting us up. Now that our time is nearing the end Now I can see… That it was you…. That it was always you. It's a post about Alysha and Charles! I feel like that doesn't happen too often....I mean, they are in some scenes with Ryan, Henry, Kevin, and Skye.....but they aren't usually the main focus. Well....now they are....hope you like it.
Prompt: You start to feel sick and make a mad dash for the washroom. “So anyway….it’ll be perfect,” Alysha said, putting on her best smile. “I don’t know,” the man hedged. “Trust me. It’s perfect for you. But I’ll give you a moment to decide if you’d really like to go through with this,” Alysha said, “Just don’t take too long. I do have a lot of other offers on this property and I can’t promise I can hold it for you.” “No,” the man said, “I want it…..I’ll take it,” the man said determinedly. Alysha nodded and reached into her bag for the paperwork. As she leaned over she began to feel woozy and nauseated. She took a deep breath and tried steady her stomach. “If you’ll just sign……” Alysha said almost breathlessly as she passed the papers and a pen over to the man. She couldn’t do it anymore. Her stomach refused to settle and she could feel her breakfast starting to come back up. With the papers out of her control she rushed toward the nearest bathroom. “Alysha!” Charles cried into the microphone, “Where are you going? Alysha!” “What is going on here?” Geoffrey asked, opening the van door. “Nothing,” Charles said, trying not to look guilty. “You don’t have to pretend with us,” Skye said, hoping into the van and taking in the scene, “Why is the client alone? Where’s Ryan?” “She’s out with Henry today…..Alysha’s the dog today.” “Okay, so where is Alysha?” “I don’t know….she handed him the papers and rushed off like there was a fire, and now she isn’t responding to me.” “Well….she is pregnant…” Skye said with a shrug. “What does that have to do with anything?” Charles and Geoffrey both asked. “Morning sickness,” Skye said, trying to get them to figure things out by themselves. The boys simply nodded, and Skye wasn’t sure that was if they actually knew what she was talking about, or that they just didn’t want to know, still, she let it go. She noticed the man was about to leave….he was getting restless. Skye got up and left the van. “Where is SHE going?” Charles asked. “I don’t know,” Geoffrey said. Skye walked over to the man and began talking to the man. Within a few minutes she had the paperwork in her hand and the two of them were going their separate ways. She strode over to the van and shoved the papers in Charles’ face and strode away. Skye's reaction was jaw dropping right? You wouldn't think that she would do that, seeing how much she hated conning....right? But as much as she hates conning, she loves her friends even more, and she would be willing to do anything, ANYTHING for them....even if that meant slipping into her conning role in order to help them out. I saw this picture and my mind went to a story I had written based on a dream that I had had where I was a soldier in a war and had just seen one of my comrades fall in battle. I know it was just a dream, but it was seriously a heart wrenching experience. It was a dark and dismal day. The gray waters of the ocean churned beneath our boat, causing it to be tossed every which way. Tension and nervousness permeated the air. I looked around at my comrade. Fear and seasickness were written throughout the sea of faces. “We move out soon,” the officer called out to us. Immediately our boat sprung to action. People went to work checking supplies and getting weapons ready, preparing themselves for what they would face when they left the boat. Slowly the door went down and in a surge of movement we were pushed into the water. It was icy cold and caught me by surprise. I forced myself to move forward, clenching my teeth as the water rose higher up my body. Arrows came down with the rain that made sight almost impossible. I saw my comrade’s fall around me as the water and arrows claimed their weary prizes. I pushed forward. I had to make it to the beach. I couldn’t afford to stop and think about the numbness in my limbs. If I did I knew I would go down as so many already had. I finally stepped onto dry land and hurried over to join the formation, trying to ignore the needles that stabbed me as the numbness of the water started to wear off. We put our shields around us, making a protective barrier around us as we moved forward. We could hear the pounding of rain and the loud thunks as arrows hit the shields. Occasionally we heard groans as arrows found places to get in to claim on of us. To my left a friend of mine went down. I stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t continue on and just leave him there to die. An animalistic scream echoed through the whizzing arrows. It wasn’t until two of my other brothers in arms were grabbing me, forcing me to my feet that I realized the screams were coming from myself. He couldn’t be gone, we had been through too much together. I couldn’t just leave him there. I had to go to him. We had gone to Basic Training together, fought alongside each other in battles, he had saved my life on more than one occasion. I had to help him now. I broke out of formation, taking my shield with me. He was lying on the sand, an arrow in his stomach. I ran to him and covered us with my shield. Slipping out of my pack, I found a knife to cut off his pack so he’d be able to rest a little easier. I could hear the battle waging around me, and saw shadows of more formations moving toward the arrows, but I felt detached from it all. All the sounds were so far away. It didn’t seem real. The only thing that mattered was helping my friend, and getting out of this alive. Gingerly I took the arrow out of his stomach and wrapped bandages around the wound. I looked around me, looking for a way out. The boats had long since turned around, leaving us on our own. The only way to go would be to go forward toward the source of the arrows. Carefully I draped my friend on my shoulders. With my shield above my head, and with my friend in tow, I trudged forward to freedom. I love the caption on the picture.....it says Innocence Lost.....that really sums up everything.....and war steals people's innocence. Prompt: Annoying boss, bikini, and a fake illness
“He is the most aggravating man alive!” Emmaline let out a frustrated sigh as she fell face forward on the couch and moaned into the pillow. “Ashleigh?” Clara asked, glancing over in Emmaline’s general direction. “Of course,” Emmaline said, forcing her head up to glance over at Clara, “Who else? He is the worst person on the face of the planet!” “Okay….I’m done….” Clara said, getting to her feet and pulling at Emmaline’s arm, forcing her to a standing position. “What?” Emmaline whined as she got to her feet, “I don’t wanna.” “You don’t even know what I’m thinking or where we’re going. Now get up….come on….” Clara dragged Emmaline to her feet and up the stairs to her room and began to search through Emmaline’s drawers while Emmaline stood in the doorway, thinking that Clara was absolutely crazy. “What on earth are you doing?” Emmaline finally asked, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. “Looking for your bikini…you know the one….the nice little black number, the one that looks absolutely amazing on you?” “Okay,” Emmaline said, walking to her dresser and getting it out, “Why?” “Because, we are going to take a trip.” “What? No! I can’t do that. What about work?” Emmaline protested. “You are going to call in sick and we’re going to have an amazing time.” “No. I can’t do that!” Emmaline said. Clara grabbed Emmaline’s cellphone out of her hand and took off at a run while she dialed Emmaline’s boss’ number. “Hello….Ashleigh?” Clara said, using her best fake sick voice, “This is Emmaline…..I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow….I’m sick….” Clara faked a cough. “Whatever,” Ashleigh said before hanging up. “Well….that was easy….” Clara said with a shrug as she handed the phone back to a panicking Emmaline. “Wait? What? He didn’t yell or scream or anything?” “Nope. He just said ok and that was it.” “He has got to be planning something….I just don’t know what…..” Emmaline worried. She worried all through the night and halfway into their trip to the beach before she finally relaxed enough to begin to enjoy herself. She was running through the water when she ran into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Emmaline said, glancing up at the man, “Ashleigh…..” Emmaline gasped…..she was sure to be in trouble now…. “What are you doing here?” Ashleigh asked. “I um…uh….you see….my roommate….” Emmaline stammered. “Listen…I don’t really care….I’ll forget that I ever saw you here if you forget that you saw me….fair?” Emmaline nodded…..this could be the turning point to something different. He glanced over at her….all the noise suddenly stopped. It was like he as seeing her for the first time. How could he not have noticed her before? He had known her for so long, and yet, it was as if he was seeing her for the first time.
His feet moved on their own. Before he could even comprehend what was going on, he had crossed the room and was standing right in front of her. He hadn’t even thought about what he was going to say….what he should say….or even do once he got to her side. “Jerrick?” she asked, her head tilting to the side in her confusion. His voice wouldn’t work for him. He had no words to say even if his vocal chords were in working order. Acting on their own, his hand raised to her cheek and caressed it as he stared into her eyes, getting lost in the ocean that they were, in a way he had never done before. “I….I…” Jerrick stammered, his vocal chords gaining momentum before his brain could catch up. “Jerrick,” she whispered, almost longingly, her face tantalizing close to Jerrick’s. Jerrick leaned his face closer, so his forehead was resting upon hers, as he stared at her eyes, and then her lips, as his hand rested upon her cheek, with his thumb lightly brushing her lips. Slowly he moved his thumb, and replaced it with his own lips. His kiss started out feather light, almost nonexistent. Ever so slowly the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Reluctantly the two of them pulled away, leaving their foreheads touching, their breath intermingling. “It was you,” Jerrick whispered, “It was you all along. You’ve always been there. I should have seen it sooner. I’m sorry.” Tears of happiness streamed down her face as she looked into his eyes. A smile played on her lips as she breathed unsteadily. Jerrick smiled slightly before letting his lips once again meet hers. |
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