Prompt: “You’re about to die! Aren’t you scared?” / “I’m used to it by now.”
Carrie glanced over at Felicia. She seemed so calm. Carrie didn’t know how Felicia was reacting this serenely, Carrie was having a panic attack. “You’re about to die!” Carrie said, getting Felicia’s attention, “Aren’t you scared?” fear caused Carrie’s voice to tremble. “I’m used to it by now,” Felicia said with a shrug. “What?” “I’m used to it,” Felicia said, “Ever since Hunter lost his family when he was a child, he got on this whole, save the world kick, I guess it was kind of like a ‘he couldn’t save his family, so he was going to save everyone else,’ kind of thing. I’ve been drawn into his ‘save the world’ campaigns throughout my life. We have gotten into a lot of scrapes, and have been in near death predicaments quite often. It’s one of the things you have to get used to when Hunter is in your life.” Carrie thought about that. Hunter’s life was complicated, it was dangerous. Felicia’s comment should have sent her running in the other direction, and yet, instead, she felt oddly calm. She knew Hunter’s life was dangerous, and could put her in dangerous situations, but he was also extremely protective. She thought back to when they had first met. She had gotten injured in battle, and yet he had taken care of her, and nursed her back to health. That was just who he was. He may not always be able to keep her from getting hurt, but he’d be there to help her out of her scrapes. It gave her a sense of calm. She would be fine.
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Prompt: “What are you running from?” / “You.”
We were on the same side. That’s what I thought. We were in this together. It was us against the world. That is, Until it wasn’t. Suddenly, the tables had turned. And he was against me too. He kept me. Watched me. Wouldn’t let me leave. No escape. “What are you running from?” He sneered As I tried to run away. “You.” Prompt: I was quiet, but I wasn’t blind.
I was always the person on the sidelines. The observer. Never one of the key players. I knew my place. It wasn’t in the limelight. It was hiding in the shadows, watching. I never said a thing. Simply just listened, And watched. I was quiet. I wasn’t blind. I saw everything. I lived in the shadows, But that didn’t make mean I wasn’t there. I was. Prompt: "I was kinda hoping that you'd fall in love with me."
Parker chose Truth. He was done with the dares, the last one he nearly sprained his ankle. “Truth, huh,” Eva grinned, “Is it true, that you love Janet?” The room went silent, as if the entire room was holding its breath. “What? Um, no...I,” Eva stared at him, giving him her best stern teacher look. “Okay, fine…” Parker admitted, “I’m in love with her.” “I knew it!!!” Eva squealed happily. Janet stared at him, her brain unable to compute what had happened, what was still happening. “See, I kinda...sorta...maybe...well actually I do...like you way more than I originally planned, and I’ve been hanging around, hoping that you’d y’know...fall in love with me too.” “He doesn’t like me like that,” Teresa sighed.
“You didn’t see it did you?” Jackson asked. Teresa glanced over, embarressed that Joel had heard anything she had said. She had only let Emmaline know that she had a huge crush on Nicky, she didn’t want Jackson to know. But now he did. “See what?” Teresa asked. “The way he looks at you was different from the way he looks at other girls.” “What do you mean?” Teresa asked, sitting up straighter, and staring full on him, making sure she got every word he was saying. “He looks at you like the moon and the stars shine out of your eyes.” Teresa blushed, and turned her head away, a giggle trying not to slip out of her mouth, but inside she was dancing up and down. Prompt: “How drunk were you last night?” / “Well, I still have my pants on, so not that drunk?” / “Those aren’t your pants.”
Park shuffled into the kitchen, his hair sticking up like he had stuck a fork into an electrical socket, and his eyes red and blurry. He didn’t say a word to his roommate, and simply went straight for the pot of strong coffee that was already brewed. “Rough night?” Jack smirked into his coffee mug. “No,” Park swallowed a whole mouthful of coffee and grimaced. “How drunk were you last night?” “Well,” Park looked around, his mind trying to focus on what exactly had happened, and not able to quite put his finger on what had happened, “I still have my pants on, so not that drunk?” Jack looked Park up and down and smiled again. “What?” Park asked. “Those aren’t your pants.” “What? Of course they are.” “No,” Jack laughed, “They aren’t, take a good look at them.” Park looked down. They really weren’t his pants. They were way too big, and short for them to be his pants. He must have been really drunk last night. He wished he remembered what had happened. Prompt: “It’s 2 am and I’m all yours. What do you want me to do?” / “How about a coffee and a conversation on the terrace?”
Abigail opened her eyes slowly. She glanced around the room, two lumps were still passed out on the living room floor. She glanced around, hoping to find a third one, but there wasn’t one to be found. Quietly, she slipped off of the couch and padded into the kitchen, and peered through the glass window. Jesse was sitting on the porch swing staring into the darkness. Abigail eased the door open quietly. Jesse glanced over at her as she took a seat next to him. “What are you doing out here?” Abigail asked. “Just thinking,” Jesse shrugged. “I know you better than that,” Abigail said, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly, “Now, why are you out here at two in the morning? What’s keeping you up?” Jesse simply stared out at the scenery. “It’s two am, and I’m all yours. Now, what do you want from me?” Abigail asked. “How about a cup of coffee and conversation, not about this, out here?” “I think I can handle that,” Abigail smiled. She made the two of them some cups of coffee and walked back out onto the terrace. She curled up on the bench and began to sip her coffee. “What’s going on?” Abigail said, after sitting in silence for a while. “I just...well, there’s this girl,” Jesse finally admitted. “Girl?” Abigail said curiously, but also feeling broken hearted. “Yeah,” he nodded, taking a sip of his coffee, “She’s amazing. She’s funny, and she’s sweet. She is also the strongest person I have ever met, and I think I’m falling for her.” “Well, what’s holding you back from telling her?” “Well, it’s complicated.” “I think you should tell her.” “Just go up and say, I love you?” “Exactly,” she confirmed, with a happiness she didn’t feel. He took a deep breath. As he turned to look at Abigail, he set down his coffee cup. He grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding her mug, and brushed her hair out of her face. “I love you.” Abigail forgot to breathe for a moment. “Yeah,” she said breathlessly, “Just go tell her exactly like that.” “No, Abigail, you don’t understand,” Jesse said, “I. Love. You. Abigail Smith.” She put her mug down before it could drop out of her hands, and simply stared at him in shock. “I love you,” he said again with more conviction, “You were the girl I was talking about.” A smile spread over her face. He took that as an invitation to lean in, “I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s okay,” he breathed moments before their lips met. She nodded her head slightly and smiled, placing a light kiss on her soft lips. Prompt: He did not love her. At least, that’s what he told himself before he left.
The summer had been a long and lazy one. It had been one of sitting on the porch, looking at the sunset, and laying in the grass, staring up at the stars. It had been perfect. It had been a fantasy. However, fantasies have to give way to reality, and the dream had to end. School would be upon them in a few days, and he was going to have to leave. Riley glanced over at Emma. She was staring up at the stars, lost in thought. She was so serene, and at peace. Riley turned back to look at the stars with an inward sigh. He hadn’t planned on meeting Emma, and certainly hadn’t planned on it turning into anything. He was going to school, and he had work, the last thing he had needed was a relationship, and he certainly didn’t want one either. “I guess this is it,” Riley said, as he hugged her good-bye. “I guess so,” Emma nodded sadly. He gave her another lingering hug before he got in his car and drove away. He did not love her. At least, that’s what he had to tell himself as he left, otherwise he’d turn around and drive back to her. Prompt: “But why did you give up?” / “Because holding on was making things even more heavy to carry.”
She stopped. She no longer felt like fighting. She simply gave up. She stopped. For years people would ask, “But why? Why did you give up?” In the end, all she’d be able to say was, “Because holding on was making things even more heavy to carry.” You are stronger than you think you are. But even the strongest people crack, and that's okay. You'll just come back stronger than ever.
Prompt: “You’re strong right?” / “Yes, mostly.” / “And what about the sometimes?” / “Well, sometimes a cold breeze passes by and breaks me into a thousand pieces.” I’m the strong one. I can manage everything that gets thrown at me. No matter what happens, I keep it together. “You’re so strong,” I hear people telling me over and over again. “Yes, mostly,” I simply say to them. And it’s true, at least most of the time. I do feel strong. That I can handle whatever is thrown at me. I am a strong, independent person and I can handle anything and I don’t need anyone’s help to keep going or help to help me with it. “And what about the sometimes?” not very many people ask me that. They just notice the strength, and that mostly part seems good enough for them. They don’t ask about the times where I don’t feel strong. “Well, sometimes a cold breeze passes by and breaks me into a thousand pieces,” I say. There are times when I can’t be strong anymore. Where I just want to curl up into a ball. There are times I just want someone to hold me, and take the stress of life away. There are times I just break down, and lose it completely. I crack. I shatter into a million pieces, but somehow I manage to pick myself up, put myself back together again, and dust myself off, and I get on with my life, stronger than I have before. Cause I am a strong, individual person, and I can handle anything that comes my way. |
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