Prompt: a single lilly, a cliff, 3 hours.
Cara stared over at the sleeping figure in bed next to her. His shaggy black hair was falling over his eyes. He seemed undisturbed by the happenings of the previous night. It was all false, Cara knew. That night had stolen his innocence. It had changed him. Gone were the nights without nightmares; the undisturbed, peaceful nights, when his biggest worry was if Janet wanted a teddy bear to sleep with. She reached out and placed her hand softly on top of his head, brushing the hair out of his face, without waking him, in a way that only a mother is capable of. A shooting pain went through her chest as her sadness threatened to overwhelm her. She slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake Hunter. “Siana,” Cara whispered, loud enough to be heard by the maid bustling about the kitchen, already making breakfast, but softly enough not to cause Hunter to stir. “Yes ma’am,” Siana curtsied. “I’m going for a walk. Would you watch Hunter?” Siana blanked for a moment, but slowly nodded, as the recollection of what was being said caught up to her. Cara took that as acknowledgement enough, and strode out the door. Her steps went on their own, to the lily patch that they had played in as little girls. Without thinking, she picked a single, white lily and her steps led her toward the cliff. It was grassy, laying untouched by the disaster of the night before. She glanced down at the waves below. A 20 ft drop into a rage filled ocean. It could be a very dangerous place to be, but there was nothing quite like the view. It had been there that her husband had proposed to her. They had gotten married at that cliff. It was there that Mara had entrusted Hunter’s care to her. All of a sudden, her strength gone, she collapsed to her knees. She allowed the sorrow to fill her heart. She let the tears sting her eyes. She hadn’t had the opportunity of having children, and never had any other children charged to her care before. She didn’t know if she could do this. Sure, she loved Hunter, but she didn’t know if she was quite capable of actually raising him. That was a different kind of story altogether. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. Time flew away from her. The next thing she knew, Hunter was running toward her, Siana following at a more sedate pace, behind him. She quickly wiped her eyes and got to her feet, the white lily still sitting, forgotten, at her feet. She picked Hunter up and swung him around, holding him to her as tightly as possible. “You’ve been gone forever,” Hunter complained. “Not forever, my child,” Cara said with a smile, but she guessed that for a child, even one as mature for his age as Hunter, 3 hours was indeed, forever. “Can we go to the park now?” his eyes got big and wide, pleading. Cara glanced at Siana uncertainly, her eyes asking the question that her voice couldn’t. Siana nodded her head slightly, confirming that the park was indeed, safe. “Of course we can,” Cara smiled, “Would you like to pick Felicia up on the way too?” “And Janet?” Hunter asked hopefully. Another pang in Cara’s heart. He didn’t understand. How could he? He was only 2? How could be possibly understand that he had lost his mother, father, and his sister in one fell swoop? How to tell him that Janet was far away, and wouldn’t be coming back, that she would no longer be Janet? It was all too much. “She had to go on vacation,” Siana jumped in. “Where?” “With some friends.” Hunter nodded slowly. He’d accept that, but he didn’t understand. Cara held him tightly, holding him until he squirmed. As she set him down, he ran off in search for an adventure. https://www.amazon.com/Escape-Catch-Shaylei-Rhayne-Middleton/dp/109128797X/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=catch+me%3A+escape+me&qid=1554066192&s=books&sr=1-3-catcorr
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Prompt: What do you mean you ‘accidentally’ pick-pocketed the President of the United States? “So, um,” Charles cleared his throat, looking almost ashamed at what he was about to say, “I have a confession to make. Kevin glanced at him curiously, he cocked his head to the side, letting his hands drift to his hair. He didn’t say anything, but Charles allowed it to be a confirmation to allow him to continue, which he did. “So I accidentally pick-pocketed the President.” “President?” Kevin asked stupidly, “Like as in OUR president? The president of the United States?” Charles just looked down at his feet and nodded his head. “You accidentally,” Kevin stressed the word, accidentally, “Pick-pocketed the President of the United States?” he said, trying to get it into his mind. “Yes,” Charles pulled out the wallet out of his pocket and showed it to Kevin. Kevin looked at it. It was legit. “How do you accidentally pick pocket the president of the United States?” Kevin asked. “Well see, he came in,” Kevin nodded, he knew that, “And well, I got close enough to him and..well,” Charles shrugged, it’s what he did. Kevin nodded. Habits were hard to break. Charles would get there, eventually. They would just have to find a way to get the president his wallet back, preferably without him ever knowing that he had been stolen from. Yesterday's prompt!
Prompt: “What’s new?” / “Oh, let me tell you!” “So? What’s new?” Alysha asked over the phone. “Oh,” Ryan said giddily as she clapped her hands together. Skye was off on a date with Kevin. Her first real solo one. Usually she and Henry would go on a date at the same time, and even though they may go to different places, they always wound up in the same place, ending the date in a double date. This was the first time Skye had a date and Ryan didn’t. It was an exciting time for her. “Let me tell you!” she said happily. Alysha couldn’t help smiling on the other side of the world. She glanced over at Charles, who also had an amused smile on his face. “Skye has a date!” Ryan couldn’t contain her excitement any longer. “What?” both Alysha and Charles said at the same time. Their jaws hit the floor. Charles didn’t know how to handle this. He had seen Ryan, even Alysha, go out on a date while they had worked together, but never Skye. Skye was the only one who hadn’t dated. He didn’t know she was capable of such a thing. Some people just weren’t meant to date. He always assumed that Skye was one of those people. He was now struggling with trying to come to terms with the fact that he had been wrong. “Yeah!” Ryan clapped, she wished she could see their faces, but imagining them was just as good, “We met some people during the con job and the two of them just hit it off. I of course had to double with her for awhile, but they got to the point that they are willing to go out alone!” she was beginning to ramble, but she was too excited to care. “So, how is the con job going?” Charles asked shaking his head, he would figure it all out later. “It’s a lot harder than I had originally anticipated. We may be here for a little while longer,” Ryan said, purposely leaving out the fact that she had changed the mission of the job. They would praise her, later. But for now, it would only cause problems if they knew about it. She’d be patient. Prompt: “He donates a lot to organizations.” / “By organizations do you mean drug cartels?”
“He really isn’t that bad,” Serenity said. Annalise scoffed. Serenity was in a dream state, seeming head over heels in love with this guy she had just met, and wasn’t listening to anything Annalise had to say about this man. She just hoped that Serenity’s eyes would be open before things got worse. “He donates a lot ot organizations,” Serenity explained, trying to get Annalise to see how amazing this man truly was. “By organizations, do you mean drug cartels?” Annalise rolled her eyes. This was ridiculous. Today, in order
Prompt: Two co-workers are trapped at work by a blizzard. / The voices in my head are trying to kill me. The storm was coming on quickly. Most of the employees had called in, saying they couldn’t make it. Of the few that had actually made it in, upon seeing how quickly the storm was approaching, turned around and went home. Only two employees remained. They had a project they had to do, and they wanted to finish it. They thought they could finish it quickly and get home before the storm actually set in. They were wrong. “I’m going home,” Lacey said, pulling on her coat and beginning to head down to her car. “I don’t think so,” Jason shook his head, glancing out the window. The storm had made its appearance, making it nearly impossible to see anything on the outside. No one was going anywhere. “Looks like we’re stuck here for the time being,” Jason said with a tight lipped smile. He wasn’t the biggest fan of Lacey, and the thought of being stuck with her for as long as the blizzard went on, wasn’t a pleasant thought. Lacey glanced out at the snow, hoping that he wasn’t right. She groaned. She was stuck with Jason. She walked to her cubicle and started up her computer. At the very least, she could watch movies and totally ignore Jason until they could leave and go home. She didn’t get too far into a movie when the voices started talking in her head. They whispered horrible things in her ears. She couldn’t breathe. They were too strong. The voices were too overpowering. She didn’t realize that she had been making noises until Jason walked into the cubicle. At first he just stood in the entryway, watching what was happening. She was rocking back and forth, mumbling something that he couldn’t understand. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking at her nervously. “The voices,” she whispered, “The voices...they’re so loud….,” her eyes were wide with anxiety, she looked like she may want to cry, but couldn’t, or wouldn’t. No tears wet her eyes, no tears would slip onto her cheeks, “They’re trying to kill me. And I’m worried they’ll succeed.” Prompt: “It’s kind of sad. I rather liked him.” / “You’re the one who killed him….” / “I know, it was great!”
There he was, laying in a pool of blood. There as a gunshot wound to his chest. His eyes were still open, staring unseeingly up at the sky. Most people expected eyes to close when a person died, but it didn’t happen. Eyes remained open, at least for awhile. “It’s kind of sad really,” I said softly, staring down at his dead body, “I rather liked him.” I did too. I liked him quite a bit. He had been fun. He had made my life interesting. My job was so much better with him. He was a rather cool person I found. Seeing him laying there dead was a rather sad experience. “You’re the one who killed him,” my friend said incrediously, staring at me as if she couldn’t believe that I had really decided to almost mourn for this poor man. It’s true. I had killed him. It was my job, after all. I’m a hired assassin. It’s what I do. That doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings. I do. “I know,” I nodded my head, “It was great!” Time for mourning was over. It was time to revel in a job well done. I had done a great job. It was seriously impressive, if I did say so myself. I patted myself on the back, mentally at least, before I strolled out of the apartment. Let the police try and figure out what had been done. They would never find me. I was a shadow. See, promised I'd deliver. This is yesterday's prompt.
Prompt: Aye lass, tha tis wha I said. Tis strange ya dinna know abou it. “Did you just say that a wizard is attacking us?” I asked, dumbstruck. “Aye lass,” the man said, eyeing me strangely, “Tha tis wha I said.” My mind was spinning. I couldn’t believe it. What exactly had happened? “Tis strange ya dinna know abou it,” he continued on, jogging me out of my own head. Something strange was going on. I would get to the bottom of it, but while I was at it, I might as well have some fun with it. Sorry I didn't do yesterday's prompt...I'll do it today. But for right now, you'll just have to deal with today's prompt until I get yesterday's prompt up. Thanks for understanding.
Prompt: “Ya know, that’s not what an apology sounds like.” / “Bite me.” Hannah looked at the two girls in the corner, a guilty look swept over her face, but she had feelings and rights and she wasn’t going to just sit there and do nothing about it, even if that meant having to deal with the fallout of her actions. “Listen, I know,” Hannah said, “But sometimes I just can’t help it.” “You know, that’s not what an apology sounds like,” Alysha mumbled underneath her breath, loud enough for Hannah to hear, but not loud enough for everyone else to hear. “I’m sorry, but I CAN’T help it. I HAVE to say something. Something just comes over me and I just have to speak up.” “We aren’t asking you to change who you are,” Skye assured Hannah, “We love you for who you are, and your feminist rants, we just ask that you don’t do it in front of our kidnappers, okay?” she glanced over at the two girls sitting in the corner, their eyes still begging to be heard, “We just need to try and not rock the boat and we’ll get out of here just fine.” “Sure, that’s your answer to everything isn’t it?” Hannah asked, “Just go along with it! Just go along with everything! Don’t rock the boat! Well you know what? Sometimes you NEED to rock the boat. In order to have a life worth living you have to rock the boat, that’s how things get accomplished!” “If you rock THIS boat, you could get us all killed,” Skye informed her friend, knowing enough about Hannah’s rants not to get too offended by what had just been said. It was just who she was, and she wasn’t really mad at Skye, but at society. “Oh, you’re being overly dramatic!” Hannah shouted, “I want to live life! I want to get out of here! I want to be treated like an equal!” Prompt: Two left out pieces of puzzle, who didn’t fit anywhere. Took too long to realize, they fit together.
They felt so lost. They didn’t fit. The entire puzzle was done, And there was no spot for them. They were alone. Lost, Lonely, Looking for their spot. Unable to see, Unable to fit. Wandering alone, The world died. They got swept up, They got lost, Beaten, Washed away. Too late, Too late, It was all too late. Too late, They washed up, They were found. They found each other, They met each other. They realized All too late That they were a perfect fit. They were their own puzzle. Too late Too late Prompt: “Are those pens with flowers taped to them?” / “Yes, but imagine they’re an actual bouquet.”
Aaron handed Susan a bouquet of flowers, and handed them over to her uncertainly. He felt like he should have brought something, but he didn’t know what it was, so he decided to bring flowers. “Are these pens with flowers taped to them?” Susan asked, looking at the flowers carefully. “Yes,” Aaron grimaced, “But do you think that we could imagine that they’re an actual bouquet?” Susan smiled, a slight chuckle as she nodded her head. She could do that. It was a start. |
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