Prompt: He didn’t’ want to go out on such a night but…..
The wind was howling through the trees, and the rain was pounding against the windows, causing them to tremble and the whole house to shake with the anger of the storm. He didn’t want to go out on such a night like this, but he didn’t really have a choice. Gabriella was out on a date tonight with some man, and he needed to give her the gift he had for her, to make sure that nothing was going on between her and that man she had been set up with. He needed to go to her house, to be with her things when he couldn’t be with her actual being. He slipped out into the storm and made his slow, but deliberate way toward Gabriella’s apartment complex. He slipped the key he had made out of his pocket and into the knob, a tingle of anticipation going down his spine at the aspect of going inside and being able to walk around her apartment, to touch her things, smell her smell all over the place, to be in the place where Gabriella lived her life.
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Prompt: the picture to the left. My eyes bolted open. I looked frantically around me. I grabbed the nearest item to use as a weapon and started to leave my room. “Hey, easy there,” a small voice said from at my feet. I looked down. Carphino was staring up at me, his eyes wide eyed. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “We need your help. The enemy has suddenly attacked us. We are being creamed, and we need your help.” “Okay, just let me change.” I grabbed the nearest clothes and threw them on. I picked up Carphino in my hand and raced down the stairs and to the wall. After placing him on the ground, I slung on the cloak, and didn’t even wait for it to fully work before dashing into Gnoville. Sword clanging greeted me when I walked in. Dust filled the air, and I could hear people screaming and shouting as the battle raged around me. “Wow,” someone breathed almost inaudibly behind me. I whizzed around. Laura was standing behind me, staring at the scene in front of her. “Get out of here,” I shouted, taking the sword that was always in my cloak, “Go back home.” “No, I want to stay here and help.” “No, it’s too dangerous for you here. I promised to protect you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Now go home.” “Watch out!” Carphino shouted at me. I looked back at me in frustration. Someone was coming straight at me, sword raised above his head. I barely had enough time to lift my sword above my head to deflect his sword from crashing into my head. I was too busy fighting off my attacker that I wasn’t able to see what Laura was doing. They were coming at me so fast that it almost made my head spin. I had just done a spin around to get one of my attackers off my back when I saw Laura. She had gone against my orders and stayed there, somehow managing to find a sword in the midst of the confusion. Time seemed to stand still as I watched Laura fight. She was doing pretty well for the first time on the battlefield. She was busy fighting someone in front of her that she didn’t realize that someone was coming up behind her. I saw what was coming, but I was too far away for me to do anything about it. Things blurred around me. Time seemed to stand still, except for what was going on with Laura. I watched as the man crept up behind Laura. Laura did a spin around, just in time to see the person coming up behind her. There wasn’t anything she could do, she was blocked in. It was too late. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to watch what was happening, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene that was playing before me. I saw the look of surprise cross on her face as she noticed the person behind her. Surprise changed to fear as she realized what was going to happen. I watched as her attacker stabbed her. She dropped her borrowed sword to the ground as she fell to her knees. I stood like a statue while anger and pain washed through me. Once the anger and pain made their way through me I got a sudden burst of energy. Propelled by all the pain and anger that I felt as I had watched Laura get stabbed, I fought like a demon. I fought with such fire that within less than an hour, I had our enemies retreating. While everyone was celebrating our victory, I rushed over to Laura’s body. I felt numb with grief. It couldn’t be possible, it just couldn’t. Not Laura. I kneeled down beside her limp body and carefully set her head in my lap. Her golden hair sprayed against my legs and I gently stroked it. It was so soft and perfect. I thought of how often I had done this before. I remember those many days that she and I would sit like this as I played with her hair until she fell asleep. I did this so often it was second nature. Tears sprung to my eyes and fell down my face, splashing onto Laura’s forehead. What would I tell my family? I couldn’t exactly tell them the truth about what had happened, they’d think I was crazier than they already thought I was. I don’t remember how long I sat there just stroking her hair and crying, but I cried until there were no tears left. I felt drained. I slowly stood up and picked Laura up in my arms. I slipped the cloaks off of us as I made it to the wall. I set her down underneath her favorite tree. I took off my jacket and put it under her head to act like a pillow. I couldn’t stand to see her looking so small and fragile underneath the tree. The tears pricked my eyes once again. A little while ago I went to Gettysburg. I saw the battlefield and learned more about what happened there. This is a poem that came into my mind while I was there. I hope you enjoy it.
Prompt: History I wasn’t there on the battle field. I didn’t hear the drums. I didn’t hear the battle cries As bullets whizzed about. I didn’t feel the pain of bullets Piercing through my skin. I didn’t feel the sorrow as a brother in arms took one in the gut. I didn’t have to keep marching no matter what. I wasn’t a mother, sister, lover, or friend Waiting for the news; Praying desperately not to get the call, That their loved one had fallen on the field. I didn’t have to live with the agony Of knowing they’d never come home. I didn’t experience any of that. I wasn’t there. Yet that day, that hour…. I was there. I felt what it must have been like. I knew what it must have been like. I felt the bullet piercing through my skin Felt the sorrow as a friend died Felt the sorrow of losing a loved one on the battle field. Felt the pain there must have been. I felt it all. I was there. It tore me apart inside. I was pushed into the darkness Of what life must have been like. The agony of life, Made it so I couldn’t breathe. I may not have been there. I may not have felt it all, Yet I knew exactly what it was like. I felt it all. I wasn’t there, But I was. Prompt: Love is a choice not a…..
Mary Anne stared up at the darkened sky, curling herself around the warm body of the man lying next to her. She placed her head on his chest and settled into his embrace as he softly stroked her hair. She closed her eyes, blissfully happy in the moment. She had never felt so much love for a person. “Do you love me?” she whispered into the silence, her eyes going up to look at him. “Of course I do,” Parker said, kissing the top of Mary Ann’s head. “Why?” “Because, you are an amazing person, and because out of the entire world of people I know, I choose you.” “Choose?” “Of course…..” the man sat up, propping himself up on one elbow, and adjusting himself so that he could look at her, “After all, love is a choice not a feeling, and action, not just a word….You don’t fall in love with someone just by accident. You choose them. You see them and you make a choice to get to know them, and only then can you really start to fall for a person, and start loving them. After all, if you don’t know a person you can’t really love them,” Parker said, giving Mary Ann’s lips a kiss, “And I have chosen to really gotten to know you, and have fallen deeply, madly in love with you.” This will be after the trilogy ends....but I couldn't help writing it. Here's Skye and Kevin's life as a married couple.
Prompt: She knelt on the carpet of her new living room, a big cardboard box in front of her, unwrapping ornaments. Skye’s eyes lit up when she spied the big cardboard box sitting on the porch. It must be the package she had ordered. It had seemed like eons ago that she had ordered it, and it was here….it was finally here. She gingerly picked it up and carried it inside. “Here, let me help you with that,” Kevin said, eyeing Skye’s struggle with the load, and going over to relieve her of the load. “Oh, it’s okay,” Skye breathed, struggling to keep the box from slipping out of her arms. “Nope, come on,” Kevin said, taking the box out of Skye’s arms amid her protests. He gingerly placed the box onto the carpet. “What’s in this thing?” Kevin asked, squatting next to the box and pulling out his pocket knife. “Be careful,” Skye said, kneeling down beside him, “They’re the ornaments that I ordered. They finally arrived!” “You’re thinking about Christmas already? Thanksgiving was barely two days ago….” “I know, but I haven’t really had a Christmas in such a long time….” Skye said, giving Kevin a look that would melt his heart in an instant, “I mean, not a real one….with a Christmas tree, and lights, and ornaments and things like that….we couldn’t….after all we were on the run, you can’t really cart around a box of ornaments and Christmas lights and things when you never know when you’re going to have to leave.” Kevin nodded, and kissed the top of Skye’s forehead. He couldn’t say no to that. He would indulge his wife’s fancy. Skye gently lifted each ornament out of the box and unwrapped them, cradling them in her hands and handling it with a loving excitement in her eyes. She seemed to glow as she looked at the ornaments. Kevin couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. If she wanted new ornaments to go with her new house, he would sit back and allow her to have them, if only to get that look on her face one more time. Prompt: Oh darling, you are so very broken and no one cares to notice.
Her world was spinning as her mind raced frantically around and around, making a buzzing sound in her ears. Her entire world lost oxygen as it came crumbling down around her. She was being torn apart, ripped into pieces, and stepped on over and over again. She curled up into a ball and held her head in her hands as she rocked back and forth trying to take deep, cleansing breaths in order to put her broken pieces back together again. ‘Oh darling, you are so very broken and no one cares to notice,’ a nagging voice inside her head said, ‘Look, here you are crumbling to pieces and look around you….there’s no one here to help you….no one cares….just give it up….Let go…..’ ‘I can’t…’ she cried out, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, ‘I can’t….I can’t…..I can’t take it anymore….I can’t do this….but I can’t just let go….I don’t know how….’ ‘It’s easy….I’ll show you how….’ The voice said enticingly. ‘Make it stop…..please make it stop…..oh why won’t it stop?’ she cried. ‘I’ll make it stop,’ the voice enticed. ‘You will?’ ‘Of course,’ the voice said, ‘Just follow me….I’ll take you to a land where nothing can hurt you….where all your problems will fade away.’ She took a deep breath, and slowly rose to her feet and allowed the voice in her head to lead her down to a land where it would all stop. You are loved. Please, don't give up hope. It may see like no one cares, no one notices that you are falling apart, but there is always someone out there. They see it, they want to help you....Please, don't give up....It'll get better....Just hang on a little tighter....I love and care about you. Prompt: She took a deep breath and said to her boss…..
He was off on a fit again….ranting and raving all over the place. He was like a lunatic. She couldn’t do it anymore. He was starting to cause her to develop anxiety. She could hardly breathe every time she had to go to work. She needed out, and she needed out now. She took a deep breath and waltzed into her boss’s office and said, “You are an arrogant, egotistical, insane imbecile, and I can’t work for you. I quit!” With a smug look, she looked at him, squared her shoulders and waltzed out of the room, feeling proud of the confused look that crossed her boss’ face. Prompt: “I fixed you breakfast. I know it’s just a bowl of cereal, but it’s the only thing I can’t burn.”
The sun streamed brightly into the room, causing Gabriella to squint her eyes closed even tighter against the glare, and wincing in pain. Everything hurts….Even her tongue….how on earth could a tongue hurt? She wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and die. Although it was an impossible dream, she still decided to try it. However, it was a short lived dream. The clattering of dishes woke her and caused her to startle as the noise got louder and closer. Her body reacted instinctively, sitting bolt upright, and curling herself up into a ball, making herself a smaller target in which to hit. “Relax….relax,” Jonathan said, “It’s just me.” Gabriella eyed him warily for a moment, before allowing her body to relax a little. “Are you alright?” Jonathan asked, lowering his tray of dishes onto a nearby table. “I’m fine,” Gabriella nodded, her voice croaking softly. “Well….” Jonathan lowered his body gently onto the bed and placed a comforting hand on Gabriella’s sweaty brow, “I thought you’d be hungry when you woke up, so I fixed you breakfast.” Gabriella nodded….she was trying to follow the conversation, but was finding her head too foggy to really understand what he was trying to say. “Now, I know it’s just cereal…..but I’m no cook, and cereal is about the only thing that I can make without burning it.” “Thank you,” Gabriella said softly, “I appreciate it.” Jonathan nodded his head, and helped her balance the bowl so that she could regain her strength. Prompt: You sit in the back of the ambulance with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
Red and blue lights were flashing all around me, making the silence even more eerie than if it had been pitch black. I clutched the blanket closer to me holding it tighter and tighter to stop the shivering that had overcome me since the moment the EMT’s had found me. “How are you doing?” one of the EMT’s asked, coming over to me with a steaming cup of coffee. “I’m fine, I guess,” I said, my voice trembling with the chattering of my teeth, as I tried and failed to grab the coffee from the man. “It’s going to be ok,” he said, using his free hand to place both of my hands on the cup, and holding them there for a moment; making sure that I truly had a hold of the cup before releasing them. I nodded my head, but I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe any of it. Nothing was ok, and nothing was ever going to be okay ever again either….I mean, how could it? How could anything ever be alright ever again? After all of this, okay simply wasn’t a possibility. I shuddered as the memory of the past few days flowed over me. I was simply pulling weeds out of my garden, minding my own business when a car pulls up in front of my house and a man with a large, black dog waltzes on over to me. The dog is barking viciously, saliva dripping from this enormous, pointed teeth as he snarled at me. “Down dog,” I said, trying to keep my voice from trembling as much as I felt my entire body was trembling. “Don’t move,” the man said, pulling out a gun and aiming it at my head. “Wha…” I turned, instinctively putting my hands in the air in surrender, “What’s going on here?” “I want my kid back,” the man snarled almost as well as his dog did, his eyes even held that animalistic crazed look that his dog had…..it was almost as if he was part dog himself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. I was a foster mother, and was used to kids coming in and out of my house, but never had I had to experience a parent coming after me with a gun. “You know perfectly well what I’m talking about….my kid….Jackson….You got him and I want him back.” I knew exactly what kid he was talking about. Jackson had come into my life just a few days ago….a scared little kid, who mostly kept to himself. There was no way I was going to let this man take Jackson away from me to suffer whatever torment the man had in mind. When I refused to tell him where Jackson was or when he was going to be back, he had the dog attack me. I immediately jumped on the man, trying to grab the gun from his hand. The sound of a gun going off must have alerted my neighbors of my conundrum because the next thing I knew I was being surrounded by cop cars and kept having to repeat my story over and over again. Tears flooded my eyes again as I wrapped my blanket around me even tighter. Prompt: Write ten sentences that all start with the word 'Green.'
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