Prompt: People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3 am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9 am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much that you don’t know what to do with your hands.
People are always saying That night time is the worst, That it only hurts at night. 3 AM screams Have become romanticized, The beautiful heartbreak. Everyone wants that kind of pain. But pain is hardly that easy. And no one comes to rescue you. Sometimes, Most times, It’s not as beautiful. Sometimes, it’s 9 am on a Tuesday And the smell of earl gray tea Breaks you into pieces. Sometimes, its 1 PM on a Saturday And you’re having fun, And suddenly, hit with a wave of pain. Pain isn’t romantic, Pain isn’t easy. You can’t brush it away With beautiful poetry.
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With a sinking stomach and nerves clenched in fear, they made their way up to the mansion and knocked on the door.
“Who are you?” Hadeon asked when he opened the door. “I just….Kiera,” Valaska said. Hadeon nodded his head. “Your friends of hers?” Valaska nodded. Hadeon stepped aside and let Valaska and Eloise enter. He guided them into Kiera’s room. Kiera was lying on the bed and looked over at her friend. “Valaska!” she smiled. Her brow furrowed quizically as she turned her attention toward Eloise. She didn’t recognize her. Kiera was about to get to her feet and walk over to her friend, but Valaska rushed to her friend’s side and made her stay put. “It’s okay,” Valaska said. Valaska hugged her friend and stared at Kiera’s wounds. Her eyes darted over to Hadeon, a question and worry in her eyes. Kiera, understanding all too well what Valaska was getting at, shook her head gently, assuring her that Hadeon was not the reason for her wounds. “Can I trust you to make sure Kiera’s taken care of?” Hadeon asked. Eloise turned toward Hadeon and nodded her head. “Yes,” she confirmed vocally. “Don’t let anyone in,” Hadeon ordered. “Where are you going?” Kiera asked. Her stomach dropping. If he was leaving it could only mean one thing. He was going to go out hunting. He was going to look for Altaroth. “Nowhere that concerns you,” Hadeon said, “Valaska will be here and will take care of you.” Without waiting for Kiera to ask any more questions, he turned and left the room. Kiera turned and looked sadly over at Valaska, shaking her head. “Hadeon’s not going to let this go, is he?” Kiera asked softly. Knowing what she knew about Hadeon, Valaska shook her head. He wasn’t one to just let things go. She found herself oddly comforted by that fact, and found a strange new respect for him. He was going to protect Kiera. He would make sure something like this would never happen again. “He’s not going to change his reputation as a monster if he keeps doing things like this,” Kiera said sadly. “You know,” Eloise said. She made her way over to Kiera’s bedside and sat down lightly on the bed next to her. “People fear Medusa, yet they don’t fear the men who resemble her rapist. There are REAL predators running rampant in the streets, yet they fear the testifying victim. They turn their victims into monsters when they roar out in agony.” Eloise paused for a moment and looked at Kiera. “Hadeon has been their roaring victim for forever. He carries more anger than a thousand armies could ever bear. He has been betrayed, deceived, hurt, and believe me when I say he has already crossed Hell. He isn’t going to let someone he loves to through the same.” Eloise squeezed Kiera’s hand lightly in reassurance. “He’s not a monster,” Eloise shook her head, “The real monsters don’t have fangs or serpents on their head. They are the villagers, friends of the men who did this.” Eloise gently pointed to the scar on Kiera’s face, and all the bruises that were left on her body from the attack. “To you,” she finished. They are their friends, the men who defended them. The real monsters are the one’s who allowed this to happen, allowed you and Hadeon to be hurt, who hurt you, and condemned you for what happened. Those are the monsters. “Hadeon isn’t a monster. Not in this case. Not ever. He is doing what he has to do. By hunting these monsters down, he is showing just what a hero truly is. By doing this, he is showing how much he truly cares about you, one might even say love.” Prompt: "Witch!" / "Heathen!" / "Burn her!" You watch with amusement as they begin lighting the pyre under you. The flames tickle at your feet bringing the familiar warmth with them. What fools they are to think they could actually burn a dragon with fire.
“Witch!” “Heathen!” “Burn her!” Kaida watched with amusement as they began lighting the pyre under her. The flames tickled her feet, bringing the familiar warmth with them. What fools they were, to think they could actually burn a dragon with fire. As the flames licked around Kaida, her memories came flooding back to her memory. She suddenly knew exactly who she was. She was a Fire Whisperer. She wasn’t going to go down without a fight. “Haven’t you heard?” Kaida roared over the fire. Everyone looked at her with fear in their eyes. They stared at the woman who refused to burn. “Dragons don’t burn! Prompt: They’re dead because of you
They start out quiet at first. Simple whispers. Barely audible. But gradually, those voices grow louder and louder until they are screaming so loud I’m surprised no one else can hear them. “They’re dead because of you.” “It’s your fault” I try to put my hands over my ears. I try not to listen. But I can’t ignore them. I can’t drown them out. They are too loud. They are too overwhelming. And I know, they are right. It’s all my fault. They are dead because of me. Because of me, someone is dead. And it should have been me. Dancing scenes are some of my favorite scenes to write, right after death scenes, and if you have a dance and death scene, where they dance while they die, well, that's a killer scene :p (I'll show myself out)
Prompt: Dancing "Dance with me," Kiera begged. Hadeon shook his head and smiled at her in amusement. He should have never allowed himself to get dragged into her world of dance in the first place, ever since that first dance, he had been suckered into dancing with Kiera whenever she was feeling low, or whenever she felt like there was enough music in her head to warrant dancing. He tried to growl and act upset by the thought of dancing, but the truth of the matter was, he actually did enjoy dancing with Kiera. He succumbed to her charms and pleas to dance because he loved dancing with her almost as much as she loved to dance with him. Although, he wouldn't ever admit that to anyone. Hadeon allowed Kiera to tug him to a standing position and the two of them began to dance in the moonlight, allowing the lapping waves to create the music to dance to. He held her tightly. Nothing felt better than holding her in his arms, guiding her around and around, watching her face light up as they moved in perfect unison. He couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten, to have someone like Kiera in his life. As they were dancing, a shot rang through the air, causing Hadeon's ears to ring. He immediately went to hold Kiera even tighter to him. "Are you okay?" he asked. He tried to pull her away a little so that he could examine her, but Kiera clung to him tightly, unable to hold herself upright without Hadeon holding onto her. "Kiera!" Hadeon cried. Together they slipped onto the ground. Hadeon held her head in his arms. There was a dot of red starting to blossom on her abdomen. Hadeon's heart stopped at the sight. "Kiera," Hadeon cried. He put his hand over the wound to try and stop the bleeding. "You're going to be okay." Hadeon's heart was racing. He had never felt so scared before. He saw Kiera's life slipping away right before his eyes. He couldn't allow her to die. He wouldn't. "Come on Kiera," Hadeon ordered, "Stay with me." "If I die," Kiera finally spoke. Her voice was soft and took a lot of effort. "No!" Hadeon shook his head and held Kiera tighter to him, clinging to her like that could help Kiera cling to life. "You're not going to die!" Hadeon said. He couldn't handle it. "I won't allow it." "Listen," Kiera ordered. She didn't have much time left and she didn't want to spend what little time was left, fighting with Hadeon on whether or not she was going to die. She had to get this out. "If I die," she repeated. Hadeon cringed, but let Kiera continue to talk. "I want you to know that I love you." She tried to reach up to stroke Hadeon's scar on his cheek, but she didn't have the energy. Hadeon grabbed Kiera's hand and put it up to his cheek, holding it there for her. Kiera's eyes closed and her life began to leave her body. If Hadeon had been standing, he would have collapsed, as his soul was ripped out of his body. Instead, he let out a scream. A scream that reverberated through the woods and the village. A scream of pain that could not be denied. The scream of someone who had been utterly broken and destroyed, of someone who would never recover, and whose pain would live on for eternity. "No!" Hadeon cried. He shook his head. He couldn't carry on without Kiera. She had given his life meaning. She had made him whole. He was nothing without her. He cradled Kiera even closer to his chest and began to rock her back and forth. "Please," Hadeon cried, "Wake up," his voice trembled. Unable to hold back the pain any longer, tears streamed down his face. The tears would not be denied their freedom as they tried to escape from Hadeon's breaking heart. "I can't do this alone." He placed a kiss on top of Kiera's head as he continued to rock back and forth. "I need you," he whispered, "Kiera. I love you." He kissed her cold lips as he held her tightly and his world crumbled around him and he broke. Prompt: Remember your why
Remember your why - How I hate that phrase. Everyone has hard days - True. Everyone has days Where they want to quit. Everyone has days Where they are at the end of their rope, And they have to find some way To hang on a little longer, To get through the haze. But remember your why, Has gone from motivation To keep on going, To manipulation, To keep you quiet To shut you up and keep the status quo. Remembering my why Won't change the fact That people who don't understand my job Are calling all the shots. Making rules that make no sense. Remembering my why Doesn't fix my body That was beaten up by a student Simply because it was a Tuesday, While parents and administration did nothing But say Remember your why. Remembering my why Won't fix the fact That the director in charge Has made my position the scape-goat For everything that's gone wrong. Remembering my why Won't change the fact, That I am taking abuse from all sides, That I am dying inside And no one seems to care. Remembering my why Won't keep the nightmares away. Remembering my why Won't keep me from being attacked. Remembering my why Won't change a thing. We're calling out for change, Begging for some kind of aid, And you call out, Remember your why. That's about as helpful As describing the water To someone who is drowning. So, I took a little creative license with this one, and changed the phrasing a little, but it still works.
Prompt: Will you wait for me Kiera lay on the cold ground, unable to move. They had taken everything from her, even her ability to care about the fact that she was freezing, and being on the cold ground was going to end up killing her. She heard the snap of a twig and saw a figure come toward her. She recognized Hadeon. She struggled to get to her feet and run to him. She didn’t know for sure that Hadeon had specifically came to find her, in fact, he probably hadn’t, he had probably just gone out to check his traps, but Kiera didn’t care. At that moment, it felt like the only reason he was there was to find her. She had never been happier to see anyone than she was to see him at that moment. She stumbled her way to his side and threw her arms around his neck, wrapping her arms around his neck so tightly that it nearly cut off Hadeon’s air supply, and she clung to him like she was never going to let go. Hadeon wrapped his arms around Kiera. He held her gently, but tightly at the same time. He burrowed his face into Kiera’s neck, taking her all in, the feel of Kiera in his arms, the smell of her hair, everything about her. He was never going to let her go ever again. Hadeon tilted Kiera’s chin up to get a better look at Kiera’s face and evidence of the fight. He delicately thumbed away the streak of blood by Kiera’s mouth, saying nothing as he examined it. After a brief pause, Kiera’s heart skipped a nervous beat as Hadeon looked her in the eyes. His voice was quiet and tense, his anger barely restrained. “Who did this to you?” Hadeon growled. “Hadeon,” Kiera said softly. “No,” Hadeon said. He wasn’t going to let Kiera talk him out of this. He was going to get back at whoever had done this to her. “I’m not going to let this go.” “Please,” Kiera said, “I don’t need you to fight my fights for me.” Hadeon’s heart hurt. He wanted so badly to protect Kiera from the world because he knew all too well how bad it could be, and he didn’t want her to have to suffer the same pain that she felt. Kiera stood, staring at Hadeon with tormented eyes, shivering under the wind as she held onto him. “Stay,” Kiera said softly, “Please.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and Hadeon’s heart clenched. While he wanted to make the person apy for what they had done to Kiera, he couldn’t leave her, not with those eyes, that face, staring up at him, begging him not to leave. "Will you stay with me?" Prompt: They would plead for mercy and there would be none “Visha!” Hadeon called. Visha appeared almost out of nowhere and nodded her head in response to her mater calling. “Take Kiera up to her room and help her clean up,” Hadeon ordered. Kiera momentarily held tighter to Hadeon, her heart hammering at the thought of letting him go and following Visha to her room. “It’s okay,” Hadeon comforted. He eased Kiera’s hands off of him and passed Kiera off to Visha. Once Kiera and Visha were out of sight, Hadeon rang for Kallias. “Make sure Kiera gets anything she needs,” Hadeon ordered, “And don’t let anyone in.” “If Kiera asks about you?” Kallias asked. He had noticed how attached Kiera was getting to Hadeon, and had noticed the soft spot Hadeon had for his pet. “Tell her I went out, nothing more,” Hadeon ordered. As Kallias nodded his head, Hadeon made his way to the village. Hadeon found the group of attackers in a local pub, laughing about what they had done. “Did you see the look on her face,” one laughed. “She got what she deserved,” another one said. “And now, you will get what you deserve,” Hadeon growled. The group turned their attention to Hadeon, freezing in their seats. All the blood rushed from their faces as they realized just how badly they had screwed up. Hadeon wasn’t about to let them off easy. No, he was going to make them pay. Nice and slow. He would make them beg for release. He would make them plead for mercy and he would show them none. Prompt: No one noticed how guilty he felt, they only saw his guilt. No one saw the pain he was in, they only saw the pain he caused. No one realized he hated himself, far more than any hated him.
Kiera's heart reached out to Hadeon, aching for him, for what she saw in him, the pain he was in. She knew him better than he knew himself. No one noticed how guilty Hadeon felt, they only saw his guilt. No one saw the pain he was in, they only saw the pain he caused. No one realized he hated himself, far more than any hated him. Prompt: "Can you ever forgive me....?" / "Since I can't even remember what you did, I think I already forgave you. Wanna go get ice cream?" / "Wait, so I don't have to give you my apologetic monologue and I get ice cream? You're seriously the best!" / "You do have to pay for your own ice cream though...."
"Can you ever forgive me?" Charles asked. He hated when Ryan was mad at him. "Since I can't even remember what you did," Ryan shrugged, "I think I already forgave you." She slipped off the couch and began to head toward the door. "Wanna go get ice cream?" "Wait," Charles said. He got off the couch as well and moved toward Ryan. "So, I don't have to give you my apologetic monologue AND I get ice cream?" Ryan nodded. "You're seriously the best!" Charles grinned and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. "You do have to pay for your own ice cream though..." Ryan said. She wasn't about to be paying for ice cream. Charles laughed and agreed to Ryan's terms. |
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