Prompt: There’s so much blood. You won’t last.
Hunter glanced around him at the blood that was streaming out of Carrie’s body. He knew. He knew all too well that there was too much blood. There was no way, even if they managed to sew up the wound, that she would be able to live with that much blood loss. How do you tell someone that they are going to die? How do you look someone in the eye and tell them that all hope is lost? There was too much blood. She wasn’t going to last. She was going to fade from this life with her blood. “It’s okay,” she said softly. He didn’t have to say a word. She knew. She knew. He held her tightly. He wouldn’t let her die alone. He’d be there. He held her until she slipped away.
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Prompt: Stop to smell the roses every once in awhile
We all get swept up In our own little lives, In our dramas And stresses. We must remember, To stop and smell the roses, Even if it’s just once in awhile. Prompt: “How drunk are you?” / “V...very.” / “Drunk enough not to remember tonight?” / “Hmm.” / “Good. I love you. And I’m tired of being just your best friend.”
The party was in full swing. She had watched him dance across the dance floor with practically every girl at the party. She got more and more upset watching it, and somehow had made her way to the drink table and began to drink. She knew full well that the punch had been spiked and was rather strong, but she also knew full well that she didn’t care. She drank until she could barely stand up. Mark, who had been keeping an eye out on her the entire time, noticed how much she was drinking, and wanted to make sure she was ok. He hurried to the punch table and gently led her away from the drinks and into an empty room in order to sober her up. Once he got her settled on a couch, he went looking for some coffee and water in order to help her stay hydrated and sober her up. He handed her the coffee first, and she wrapped her hands around the mug. “How drunk are you?” he asked as she sipped the coffee. “V...very,” she hiccuped. “Drunk enough not to remember tonight?” he asked. “Hmm,” she said lightly, as if dazed. “Good,” he smiled, that is very good. He could finally get something off his chest, and try it out before actually saying it to her, “I love you,” she glanced at him, giving him an uncertain look, as if she couldn’t quite be sure she was hearing what she was hearing, but not knowing if it was the alcohol or if it was really happening, “I’m tired of being just your best friend,” he continued on. She didn’t respond. Instead, she simply vomited on his shoes. He grimaced slightly, and laid her down on the couch before he went to find some cleaning supplies. There was no way that she would remember this night tomorrow. He didn’t know how he felt about that. On one hand, it felt great to get it off his chest, even if she wouldn’t remember it, but on the other hand, he wanted her to remember, he wanted her to know that he loved her. He’d just have to find some other way to tell her. Okay, I am up to speed now.
Prompt: My glasses! You broke my glasses! I stood up from the couch, only to hear a crack. I looked down in dread. There, with the lenses coming out from the frame, and the earpiece broken off, was my roommate’s glasses. I groaned. She was always leaving her glasses lying around, and in the most awkward places. I knew one day I would step on them, it was inevitable. I guess today was that day. “My glasses!” my roommate shrieked, “You broke my glasses!” she scooped them into her hand like an injured little bird. “Sorry,” I said. I really was sorry that I had broke them, but she was making a bigger deal of it than she should have, and anyway, it was kind of her fault. You can’t just leave your glasses on the ground like that and not expect them to get broken. Here is Sunday's prompt.
My sister found the Dyatlov Pass Incident unsolved mystery, and got kind of obsessed, and then got me onto this whole incident. Through this obsession came Sunday's prompt. (If you don't know the story please, go read about it, watch the documentary, etc, it's really interesting. I would also recommend the Yuba 5 as well, it's also known as the American Dyatlov Pass Incident...) Super interesting. Really into unsolved mysteries now. Anyway....let's continue on with today's prompt, shall we? Prompt: Why is her tongue gone? So many questions. So little answers. What happened that night? Why did they leave? Why so scantily clothed? What happened then? Did they put up a fight? Was there anything there? Was it all in their head? Was it natural causes? Was it foul play? Did they get caught up, In something they shouldn’t? What happened that night? What sent them running, From their tent, On such a cold night? What happened, Oh what happened? Most interesting of all, The question on everyone’s mind, Is the simple question, Why is her tongue gone? What happened to it? Why isn’t it there? What happened? Oh what happened, That cold and fateful, February night? This weekend just didn't go well for me....So sorry, but I'm getting caught up. This is Saturday's prompt.
Prompt: “You’re brothers?” / “Yup.” / “But you’re enemies!” / “Yup” She stared at the two of them. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. They both had just rushed to their mother to say hello, it was the same woman. That would make them at least half siblings. “You’re brothers?” she hissed, taking Jeff’s arm as they walked into the house. “Yup,” he responded, trying to brush it off. “But you’re enemies!” “Yup,” he said again, trying to pull away from him. “But…” Jeff pulled away and hurried to help his mother with the dinner that she was cooking. She would just have to get the answers to her questions another time. Prompt: Pay me enough and I didn’t see anything.
The man looked around nervously. It was an accident. He hadn’t meant to hit the car, but he didn’t have insurance. He couldn’t afford to have to pay for the cost of fixing not only his car, but the car he had backed into. Charles stared at him, his arms crossed. He didn’t say anything, but he made it very clear that he had seen the man do what he had done, and knew what the man was thinking. The man walked over to Charles, just as Charles knew he would. “Did you see that?” the man asked, knowing the answer, but his voice still held a tinge of hope that he hadn’t seen anything. “Pay me enough,” Charles shrugged, glancing down at his fingernails in a nonchalant way, “And I didn’t see anything.” The man’s eyes widened in surprise. “How much?” “Hmm, $550 should do it.” The man balked, “I...I…” He was doomed. “Okay, fine, since it’s obviously your first time, I’ll be willing to give you a discount.” “Really,” the man breathed again. “Really,” Charles confirmed. “How much?” “How much you got?” The man scrambled to look in his wallet. He stared at the 4 $50 bills in his wallet. “That should cover it,” Charles nodded, sneaking a look. The man quickly handed Charles the money. “It was nice working with you,” Charles took the money and walked off with a smug smile on his face. He had just gotten off the hook for hitting that car, and got $200 out of the deal as well. Not bad for a half hour’s work. Prompt: Mistakes are expected, inspected, and respected
Everyone makes mistakes. They are expected. It’s what you do with the mistakes, That matter. Good mistakes are: Expected- We know they’ll happen. They always do. Go with it. They are inspected- Why did you make the mistake? What was the mistake? How can you prevent the mistake From happening again? Respected- We respect the mistake. It happened. It helped you grow It helped you be the person you are. This is yesterday's prompt. Sorry I didn't get around to it.
Prompt: What is this? / “This is our pet pig- Kevin. / “Let me guess- Kevin Bacon?” Kyle walked into the apartment. He was tired, but all that tiredness flew out the window as a squealing little pit came running up to him. His eyes widened and he stepped back in surprise. “What is this?” Kyle asked as Parker sauntered into the room. “Oh,” Parker shrugged, as if it didn’t matter, “This is our pet pig- Kevin.” “Let me guess,” Kyle said, matching Parker’s nonchalant behavior, “Kevin Bacon?” “Exactly,” Parker smiled, glad that his roommate understood it, “It’s the perfect name, don’t you think?” Kyle rolled his eyes. Kyle was who Kyle was and there was no changing that. He was just trying to get used to the fact that Kyle would make every day a surprise, whether it was putting all his stuff on the roof, putting his car in the living room, or bringing home a pet pig, one thing was for sure, things were never boring. |
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