Prompt: Picture
Arisola held the child close to her chest. She was barely more than a child herself, and now she was dealing with taking care of a baby. But she had to keep the baby safe. It was her duty. That baby would save the world one day, and Arisola had to make sure that the baby lived long enough to fulfill its destiny.
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Prompt: "You're jealous, aren't you?" / "I am not jealous."
"Is Charles out again?" Alysha asked, sounding almost exasperated. "Of course," Skye shrugged. Charles had been out every day for a month, and Alysha had been seemingly keeping up with him. The two of them seemed to be caught in a one-upping loop as they each tried to out date each other. "You're jealous, aren't you?" Ryan asked giddily. Obviously Alysha was jealous. That's why she was so upset that Charles had a date, and why she went out and found herself a date every night that Charles did, even going so far as to have multiple dates a day, just to one-up him. "I am not jealous," Alysha huffed. Ryan rolled her eyes and smiled knowingly. Sure. That's what they all said. She knew better. Prompt: It's a snow day.
"Why aren't you in class?" Jenica asked Jayson. "It's a snow day," Jayson said with a shrug as he popped a slice of apple in his mouth. "What?" Jenica asked. She never got a snow day. Prompt: If you get me sick, I'll kill you.
Alysha was hacking up a lung, and sniffling like crazy. "If you get me sick," Ryan warned her friend, "I'll kill you." There was no way she was getting sick right before a mission, especially a mission as big as this one was. She would kill anyone who got her sick, or anyone who made her sit this out. Prompt: Old love, old library, old locket
Evangeline picked up the locket from the hidden hideaway in the library. Gently, so as not to break it, she opened it and looked at the pictures. There was her mother. But the man holding her wasn't her father. She looked closer at the picture. She knew that man. He was one of the men who was trying to kidnap her. He had spent hours torturing her. Why was there a picture of him and her mother? "Why do you have a picture of him in your locket?" Evangeline confronted her mother. Her mother looked guiltily down at the locket in Evangeline's hand. "He was an old romance. I guess I just kept it for sentimental reasons." Prompt: Picture prompt (check IG for pic) Evangeline's hair waved down her shoulders as her dress floated around her. Alex kept his hand on her waist. He wouldn't let her go. He would never let her go again. Prompt: The day after, there was no chatting around the water cooler, only fear.
Evangeline looked around at her coworkers. Normally people were standing around the water cooler, chatting and having a good time before it was time to get to work. Today there was only silence. Today, there was no chatting around the water cooler. Today there was only fear. Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Spend the day with your special loved one.
Today is a triple duty one. There are three of them to make up for missing the last few years. Prompt: Why are you like this? Felicia groaned. "Why are you like this?" she growled at Aiden. Something terrible had to have happened in his childhood to make him like this. Maybe if she understood what that was she could be a little more understanding of him. Prompt: "But you hate Valentine's Day./ "Shut up." "Happy Valentine's Day," Jayson said, handing Jemma a bouquet of flowers. "But you hate Valentine's Day," his brother Jay smirked. He loved making his brother squirm. It was the best part of his day. He lived for it, and what better way to make him squirm than by teasing him about his love life? "Shut up," Jayson glowered, shooting daggers at his brother as he tried to smile for Jemma. Prompt: A love potion gone wrong. “This is so wrong,” Patrick said as Gregory started as he made his preparations. “Come on, it’s my only hope,” Gregory said. “But it won’t be real,” Patrick explained, “You can’t MAKE someone love you. This spell will just give the likeness of someone falling in love, but it won’t be the real love that you want, and once the spell wears off, that’s it. It’s all over.” “That’s why I have to play this delicately,” Gregory said, “While she’s in love with me, I have to make her fall in love with me. That way when the spell wears off, she’ll still love me.” “Or she’ll be mad that you forced her to love you for a year, and wind up giving you a high five in the face with a chair.” “Let’s hope it doesn’t work that way, then.” Gregory had finished the last of his packing and got to his feet. It was time to work the spell. The task was a difficult one. You had to get something that was close to the heart of the person in whom you wanted to enact the spell. Then you would have to dip the trinket into the fresh potion. Then you had to find something that was close to the person who you wanted them to fall in love with and do the same thing. It didn’t sound too hard, but in order for it to work, they had to see each other within minutes of enacting the spell, otherwise it would have no effect whatsoever. “Wish me luck,” Gregory said, heading out of the apartment. “You’re an idiot,” Patrick said instead. Gregory ignored his roommate’s comment and slipped out the door. He walked to her apartment complex. In a few minutes she would be walking down the sidewalk to get home. He could enact the potion now, and be one of the first people to see her once it was done. He quickly set to work. He had timed it perfectly. Just as he was pulling out his trinket, she came down the sidewalk. She looked so perfect. Her golden hair shone in the sunlight, bouncing lightly around her shoulders. Her blue eyes were sparkling with delight over something that someone had said as they passed by her. She practically floated everywhere she went. Gregory had to give himself a mental shake in order to remember what he had gone there for. “Hey Marissa,” Gregory said, strolling up to her, as if he was just out for a stroll. “Oh, hey Gregory,” Marissa smiled, “It’s been a long time.” “I know,” Gregory said, “Too long.” Inside his pocket his fingers tapped impatiently. It should be working now. She should be in love with him, yet she wasn’t acting any different than she had ever done. She was treating him just like a friend, or a brother, not like someone she was in love with. ‘Did that mean she already loved me?’ Gregory thought to himself, ‘She’s not acting differently, because she truly does love me. This is great! I didn’t even need the potion!’ He had been too busy talking to himself to realize that Carlotta, Marissa’s roommate, had bumped into them on her way to pick up some groceries. “Hey Gregory,” Carlotta said, almost shyly. ‘That’s weird,’ Gregory thought, ‘It’s not like Carlotta to be shy. She’s usually very outspoken. Goes with her red hair, I guess. Maybe she’s sick.’ “Why don’t you come to dinner tonight?” Carlotta asked. “Um, yeah. I mean, if Patrick can come too,” Gregory said, bouncing out of his thoughts. “Of course,” Marissa said, her face beginning to light up slightly, “The more the merrier.” Carlotta looked strangely put out with Marissa’s suggestion. She glanced at Marissa, her anger at the sudden change of plans melting when she saw Marissa’s smile. With a knowing nod, she relented. Marissa could have Patrick, it would leave Gregory all to herself. Dinner was a strange affair. Gregory kept trying to get Marissa’s attention, and yet she had kept her eyes firmly on her plate, or giving sideways glances at Patrick. She hardly paid Gregory any mind at all. It was Carlotta who was trying to claim Gregory’s attention. She had been trying to flirt with him from the moment they walked through the door. “Well,” Gregory said, getting to his feet quickly, as Carlotta once more tried to hold his hand, “Why don’t I go get the dessert that we brought?” “That sounds great,” Marissa smiled. “Patrick, why don’t you help me?” “Why do you need my help?” Patrick asked, his face was lit with obvious amusement. He had noticed Carlotta’s interest from the very beginning, and was having a devil of a time trying to keep from bursting out laughing. “I might need help carrying the plates,” Gregory said through clenched teeth. Patrick relented and walked into the kitchen with Gregory. “This is terrible!” Gregory said, “Why didn’t the spell work?” “It looks like it did,” Patrick laughed. “Marissa was supposed to fall in love with me, not Carlotta!” “That’s what you get when you meddle with affairs of the heart. Things get complicated." “So what do I do?” “Date Carlotta,” Patrick said with a shrug, “You may find you like her more than you think you do.” Gregory groaned and placed the dessert on the plates. For the rest of the evening he thought about what Patrick said. Maybe he should get to know Carlotta. This was the perfect time for it. If she loved him, she wouldn’t throw a chair at his face if he brought up going out on a date. The next few months flew by. There was a lot more to Carlotta than he originally thought. Yeah, she had a temper, like all the red heads he knew, but it made her endearing. Once the barriers were knocked down, she as actually a really fun and sweet person. She made even the dullest of moments exciting somehow. He wanted to spend every moment with her. He forgot that it had been Marissa that he had been pining away for, had tried to cast the spell on, all he could see was Carlotta. “Out with Carlotta were you?” Patrick asked as Gregory came floating into the apartment one night. “Yes,” Gregory said, “It was perfect. I think I’m going to ask her to marry me.” “You’re what?!” Patrick said, his crossword puzzle falling from his hands. “I am going to ask her to marry me. I have it all planned out.” “You do realize that she is under a spell, right? You can’t marry her if she’s under a spell.” “The spell is going to wear off soon. I’ll ask her then.” “But….” Patrick tried to say, but Gregory wasn’t listening, he had drifted off to his room and closed the door. Patrick put his head in his hands. He had really screwed up. He should have done better research, then maybe he would have realized that while the chain was close to Marissa’s heart, the charm that was on it was closer to Carlotta’s heart. Meaning Carlotta had a stronger claim on the trinket than Marissa did, which is why Carlotta was the one who had fallen for Gregory in the first place. The whole situation was a mess, and it was going to get even stickier once Gregory proposed. “Will you marry me?” Gregory asked, holding out a ring to Carlotta. “What?” Carlotta asked, the spell breaking, “Is this some kind of cruel joke? Why would you do this to me?” “No,” Gregory said, getting to his feet, “I’m serious. I want to marry you. I love you.” “No,” Carlotta shook her head. “I do. I do love you. And believe it or not, you love me too. I want to spend my life with you.” “No. This is just some kind of joke. That’s disgusting. You are a terrible human being!” Carlotta said, and she took off running, leaving Gregory in the dust. She didn’t stop running until she reached her apartment, and threw herself onto the bed. She felt so used. She felt like an idiot. How had she got so swept up in things? She couldn’t remember. It was like she had been someone else for a year and then suddenly she was back, watching Gregory propose to her. A year….. the thought hit her. “He put a love spell on me?!” Carlotta said, getting to her feet and storming into the kitchen where Marissa was fixing dinner. “What?” Marissa asked. “Gregory, he put a love spell on me?” “Oh, yeah,” Marissa nodded. “Why would he do that?” Marissa looked guiltily down at the salad. She couldn’t lie to save her life. “Tell me,” Carlotta ordered. “He didn’t mean to put it on you. It was meant for me, but Patrick found the wrong locket and the spell got cast on you,” Marissa spilled everything Patrick had told her when she had questioned Carlotta’s behavior. Carlotta nodded her head and walked back to her room, locking it so that Marissa wouldn’t be able to follow her. She didn’t want to see anyone. She was angry as all get off for Gregory for placing a spell on her, but it had been somewhat flattering at the same time, thinking that someone would want to do that. Now that she knew it was an accident. It hadn’t meant anything. She began to sob. Gregory stalked the girls’ apartment, waiting for Carlotta to come out. When she finally did, he ran to her side. “Carlotta, wait,” Gregory said, grabbing her elbow to stop her. “Leave me alone Gregory. I don’t want to talk to you,” she shook him loose and continued walking. “Please, just hear me out.” “So you can tell me what? Exactly?” Carlotta whirled to face him, her face red with anger, “So you can tell me that it was all a misunderstanding that the spell was meant for Marissa and I was just caught in the fallout? To tell me just how much of an idiot I was? What exactly do you want me to hear?” “No,” Gregory said, his heart breaking at her thoughts, “I admit, to start with the spell was meant for Marissa, and that you did just get caught in the unexpected turn, but things changed. I started to get to know you. I realized what an amazing person you are, and I fell for you. I was the idiot. An idiot because I didn’t see sooner how great you truly are. I’m the idiot, not you. And I am so sorry, please give us…. Give me another chance,” he grabbed her hand and held it in both of his, staring deeply into her eyes, pleading for a second chance. When she didn’t respond, or pull her hand away, he stepped closer. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and brought her close. Bringing his hand up to her face, he drew her head closer and gently kissed her lips. “Please,” he breathed, putting his forehead against hers, “I love you.” Prompt: "I hate you with a loathing stronger than the heat of a thousand suns." / "Well, I'm glad we at least feel the same way."
Prompt: I didn't care. "I hate you with a loathing stronger than the heat of a thousand suns," he said. "Well, good!" I shout back, "I'm glad we at least feel the same way!" No one could loathe me more than I loathed myself. I loathed myself far more than anyone could. The self hatred inside of me ate away at me, burning me up, consuming me. It was oddly vindicating that someone else felt the same way about me that I did, and I didn't care that he felt the same way. In fact, I relished it. I deserved it. I deserved their loathing and their disdain. I was a terrible person. I was a monster. I brought nothing but pain and suffering and death. I deserved their hatred. They would hate me with the hatred of a thousand burning suns, they would go to their grave with that hatred in their hearts. Their eyes, full of that hate would be forever burned into my memory, they would stare into my soul forever, burning me, waiting for me to combust, waiting for me to die so they could watch me burn in Hell, so they could watch me suffer like I watched them. They would laugh with glee knowing that I got my just desserts. I was a monster - and I loathed myself with a thousand burning suns - everyone else could just get in line. Prompt: She grabbed a knife from a nearby table and yanked open the door.
Ava's blood ran cold in her veins and she began to tremble. She glanced around and grabbed a knife from a nearby table and yanked open the door. Liam put his hands up in the air and backed away from her, trying to keep himself safe. Ava stared at the adults dancing about the marketplace as their children raced around, playing the games that had been set up for them. Ava had never seen anything like this before. Children were never permitted at any of the dances her parents had ever gone to. Ava had always been kept at home, or when she had to go, she was forced to remain upstairs.
Ava, always the rebel, hadn’t always listened, and she would often slip down the stairs and stand in the doorway and watch as the adults danced and drank. She used to love the magic of it all. She used to love watching them dance, and see how pretty everyone looked, and get swept up in the moment of it all, and forget about what would happen after the night was over. As she stood watching the dancing, Ava’s limbs began to tremble. Her stomach was roiling, about to revolt at the meal it had just taken in. Her heart raced and she found that getting air wasn’t as simple as it once had been. Without thinking, she turned and began to run. She had no idea where she was running to, or where she was going. She just knew she had to get out of there and she had to do it fast. She couldn’t stay there. She had to get out. She would die if she stayed there. “Hey,” Liam asked as Ava bumped into him, “Where are you going?’ He grabbed onto her upper arms as he tried to steady the both of them from the impact. “I have to go,” Ava said, breathlessly. She couldn’t look him in the eye, and more mumbled to the ground than actually spoke to Liam. She didn’t know what she was going to do when she left, or where she was even going to go, but she knew that she couldn’t stay. She had to get out of there. Something bad was going to happen if she didn’t. She couldn’t let herself get caught. She would be punished if she was found sneaking around. She had to disappear. “Ava,” Liam said, gently shaking her to get her attention, “Ava, listen to me.” His forceful voice caused Ava to snap out of her panic, or at least gave her something to focus on. As she came back, Liam was standing in front of her, staring at her, his arms still on hers. “I’m sorry,” Ava cried. She wilted into his arms and began to cry into his shoulder. “Let’s dance,” Liam said. Without moving from their spot, he began to slowly copy what the adults were doing, letting Ava simply stand there and watch him. After a moment, Ava joined him and together they began to dance. |
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