Prompt: “Did I do it right?” / “Popcorn is supposed to pop, not explode….”/ “I was supposed to be making popcorn?”
BOOM! Susan jumped to her feet and raced into the kitchen, her gun drawn as she did so, keeping herself low. The sight in the kitchen caused her to lose all composure and her gun fell to the floor during her fit of laughter. Aaron turned around and with a sheepish grin on his face he shrugged his shoulders and looked around at the mess he had just created. Popcorn and oil were everywhere. Literally. It even caked the ceiling. Aaron’s hair was dripping with mushy popcorn kernels and he looked more like a walking popcorn man than an actual person. “Did I do it right?” Aaron asked, knowing the answer would be a resounding no. “Well,” Susan said, trying to get her composure back, “Popcorn is supposed to pop,” she emphasized the word pop with a smile as her eyes danced about the room, “Not explode.” “I was supposed to be making popcorn?” Aaron joked. How was it that Susan always caught him in his worst moments? It was only Susan who saw him covered head to shoulder in cake mix, or making a fool of himself washing dishes. She had an uncanny ability at always catching him when he was being an idiot. It was a total surprise why she still respected him when she knew what an utter disaster he really was. “Let’s just get this place cleaned up,” Susan said, “If the conners come back and see this they will never let you live it down.” That was for sure. Well, Skye might, if he begged, and she wouldn’t necessarily say anything to the others, but it would come with a price. The others, no amount of begging or payment would be enough for them to keep their mouths shut. “You know,” Aaron sighed as they cleaned, “This was not how I planned to spend my weekend.” He had actually had the weekend off. The first time in forever that he could say that, yet he found himself here at the safe house, babysitting the house while the conners went on a merry little date or something. He wasn’t quite sure why he was here. Except that technically Susan was in charge of watching the conners. She was supposed to be watching them all, but since they were all in different locations, with members of her team, she was allowed a little more luxury and could simply listen for a distress call, and keep an eye on Charles and Alysha in case they got into too much trouble. All of which could be done at home base. So, Aaron had come over, under the guise of bringing her some dinner. Then it led to a movie and a craving for popcorn which had ended in total disaster. “Then how did you plan on spending it?” Susan asked. Aaron never told her his plans and she was genuinely curious what a free weekend for him would look like. “Actually,” he admitted,” I didn’t plan my weekend at all.” He had worked weekends so long that he no longer knew what to do with a free one, so he had just planned on doing nothing and waiting for the inevitable where he would get called in for one reason or another, ruining any plans he might have made anyway. “But even if I had,” Aaron continued, “This still wouldn’t be in my plans!” he laughed. Susan loved his laugh. It was the most beautiful sound in the world to her. She wished he did it more often. As the two of them laughed and joked and cleaned, Kevin and Skye slipped inside. Skye stopped Kevin short and put her finger to her lips to tell him to be quiet and hurried him out of the kitchen and into the living room before they were noticed. “Isn’t it wonderful,” Skye squealed softly, her body was tingling with the excitement at seeing the two of them together. “A lot of words come to mind as I look at this complete disaster before me,” Kevin said, his eyes couldn’t be drawn to anything but the popcorn mess, “But I assure you that ‘wonderful’ is not one of them.” Skye hit him playfully and shoved him out the door so they could ‘enter’ for the ‘first time’. Again.
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Another one that I thought was going to be an Aiden prompt, cause honestly, who can't see Aiden doing something like this? But it's actually a Tucker prompt, so enjoy :p
Prompt: “Now what?” / “I don’t know. I didn’t plan to actually reach this point…..” “Take my hand,” Tucker said, “One more step and we’re through,” Tucker pulled Ryland toward a nearby window with the bear still hot on their trail. “What now?” Ryland asked as they found themselves at the end of a hallway with only a window to escape through. “We jump,” Tucker suggested. He hadn’t gotten that far in his planning. He had just been trying to stay one step ahead of the bear, nothing more, nothing less. Ryland looked over at him with encouraging eyes. Giving his hand a squeeze of confirmation and trust the two of them leapt to the ground. “Now what?” Ryland asked as the two of them got to their feet after rolling a few seconds down a hill after their jump. “I don’t know,” Tucker shrugged, staying in a seated position as he looked around him, perplexed by the situation, “I didn’t actually plan to actually reach this point. I thought the jump would have killed us.” Ryland stared at him and then looked up toward the window. “It is a second floor window. You honestly thought that a window barely off the ground would have ended up killing us?” She stared at him even more perplexed. She had known he was naïve about things and life in general, she just hadn’t realized just how naïve he really was and just how little he really knew about life and adventure. When I saw today's prompt I was thinking it was a Hunter prompt, where someone was talking to Hunter about not being able to save his family. Then I started thinking it was more of an Aiden or Allen prompt for not being able to save their village, or Sasha or something. Then, as I started typing, Ava and Liam came out to play, and I was like....alright then, it's their prompt. So I just sat down and typed out what they wanted me to say.
I gotta say, I'm really proud of this prompt too. Ava and Liam have an interesting story, so I'm always excited to see them in a prompt. Prompt: “No one blames you for not saving them except yourself.” / “Only because no one except me cared about them in the first place.” / “I’m sorry.” / “For what? Isn’t this what you wanted? / “I never wanted to hurt you.” / “And yet you did.” Ava looked over at Liam, the hunch of his shoulders made her heart ache. He had done everything in his power to protect and care for these children, and now they were gone. Disappeared almost. “No one blames you for not saving them,” Ava said, putting her hand on his shoulder. She couldn’t see him hurting and not want to help him, no matter how much she wanted to hate him, and watch him suffer. “Except for yourself,” she added. Not even Margo was upset with him. She held him no ill will for what happened to the children, what had happened to her. She understood, and if she understood then all was right with the world. “Only because no one except me cared about them in the first place,” Liam sighed. No one cared about street urchins. They were just rift-raft that was cluttering up the streets that society thought would be better hidden away from sight. Out of sight, out of mind. No one wanted to see the fact that children were starving, or homeless, or dying on the streets. No one cared if they simply disappeared. No one would miss them. “I’m sorry,” Ava whispered, kneeling down next to him and holding him tightly. “For what?” Liam asked, looking over at her and pulling himself away from her embrace, “Isn’t this what you wanted?” She had been trying to find ways to hurt him since she had seen him again. He had just never thought that she would stoop this far. He never thought she would ruin the children’s lives to get back at him. It was something only someone incredibly cruel would do. He never thought Ava could do that, no matter how much she hated him. “I never wanted to hurt you,” Ava said quietly. “And yet,” Liam said, getting to his feet, “You did.” His heart was broken and he didn’t think anything would ever repair it. He stormed out of the hideaway and made his way to the place that he had once called home. A place that had belonged to someone younger, more innocent, and one who hadn’t faced this betrayal. “Don’t blame the girl,” Liam heard Margo’s voice behind him and he turned to look at her. If anyone should be upset over what had happened, it should be Margo. It was more of a dig at her than at him. “Look at what she did!” Liam said. “She didn’t!” Margo challenged. Liam looked at her as if she had gone crazy. Maybe living on the streets as long as she had had made her go soft in the head. He had seen for himself what had happened. Ava had sold the children out and had gotten most, if not all, sent to the hell hole that was the orphanage. “She did!” Liam challenged back. “No she didn’t,” Margo argued, “I did.” Liam stopped short at the sound of those words. He couldn’t be hearing this correctly. She couldn’t be saying what he thought she was saying. It wasn’t possible. “I did,” Margo continued, “I sent them away. I’m the one who reached out to the orphanage, to the police. I did it all. Ava tried to stop me.” “Why?” Liam asked. It made no sense. Margo had taken care of the street children for as long as he could remember. Why would she send them down the river now? “It was for the best,” Margo said, as if she could read his mind. “The best?” Liam asked stupidly. “I’m getting older. I couldn’t keep up with them and take care of them any longer. You were gone, and Ava, well Ava couldn’t do it all on her own. Oh she tried. For years she tried, but it wasn’t fair to her to keep going. So I went to the authorities and told them where to find the hideaways.” Liam shook his head. He couldn’t process what he was hearing. It was too much. His world began to spin. “Ava,” Liam finally croaked out. “She fought me,” Margo admitted, “But she’s always been uncomfortable around children, and I managed to get her to come around.” “I’m sorry,” Ava’s soft voice came from the entrance. “Why?” Liam asked. “I couldn’t even take care of myself. How was I supposed to take care of 20 children, who were barely older than I was?” “I did,” Liam said. He had. He had helped children who were older than he was. He had taught her everything that he knew. She was more than capable of taking care of them. She didn’t have to go along with Margo. “Liam,” Margo scolded. “No!” Liam shook his head and pushed past the two of them. He couldn’t even look at them right now, let alone talk to them. “Let him be,” Margo said, stopping Ava from hurrying after him, “Let him be.” My mind always seems to go to Hunter whenever I see a prompt :p, but sometimes that isn't the case, and that's okay. I like Lorielle and Maverick too. They have a rough romance, but I still love it.
So, without further ado, here is today's prompt. Prompt: “Please say you’ll marry me….” Lorielle glanced up at Maverick as he put flowers in her hair, weaving them all throughout, making it look more of a mess than an actual design. Maverick’s heart thudded in his heart as he looked down at Lorielle. “Please say you’ll marry me,” Maverick said softly. “I would love to,” Lorielle said seriously, moving so that she was now sitting upright and looking at him, “But you know it’s not possible.” She looked down at the grass, her heart breaking. She would love to marry Maverick. There was nothing she wanted more. Yet both of them knew just how impossible it was. The two of them couldn’t be together. They couldn’t marry each other. No matter how much they wanted to. Coralynn had ruined that for them. They were trapped in a war that had started before they had been born, and were stuck in a trap that they couldn’t escape from. “I know,” Maverick sighed, taking her hand in his on the grass, “But still,” he continued, “It’s nice to know, that even if it’s not possible, if it were, it would be something you would be up for.” “If it wasn’t,” Lorielle stopped. She didn’t have to say it. He knew. “I would marry you in a heartbeat,” Maverick finished for her. Lorielle nodded her head sadly. She would, and she knew that he would too. Oddly enough, she didn’t know which was better. Was it better to know that you were loved and couldn’t be with each other, or to not know and not be able to be together? Either way, the ending was the same. They weren’t together. Sometimes knowledge wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. It's a HUNTER prompt!!!! Are you surprised? (Well you shouldn't be :p.) I am really proud of this prompt. I love my Hunter prompts, and this one really makes me happy and I just love it! Check it out.
Prompt: Someone is tormented by the memory of a dead family member. A decomposing body creeps closer, inching its way closer and closer to Hunter’s sleeping frame until it is looming over Hunter’s body. It reaches out a decrepit hand and puts its hand on Hunter’s shoulder. Hunter’s eyes fly open and he stares into the face of his decaying father. His eyes widen as he struggles to escape from his grasp. His heart was pounding inside his chest and he couldn’t seem to breathe. Nothing had ever scared him so much before. He had fought monsters, he had fought wars, withstood torture, and disasters, and nothing. He hadn’t even broken a sweat. Yet now, staring at his father, who had been dead for years, he was shaking in his skin. “What’s going on?” Hunter asked. “Come with me.” The voice sounded unused and Hunter wouldn’t have been surprised to see dust fly out of his father’s mouth, but it was the same voice Hunter remembered from all those years ago. “Where?” Hunter asked. “It’s time.” As his father spoke, he began to change, and began looking more like the father Hunter remembered. A man who was tall, and strong, with a presence that could only be considered regal. The kind of man Hunter had looked up to as a kid. A man who could someone manage to look serious and stern, but always seem to have a twinkle in his eye, and look like he was about to break out laughing at the same time. The man who had and forever would be, Hunter’s hero. “Time for what?” Hunter asked. “Time to come with me,” his father said. Hunter nodded. OF course. He always knew that this day would come, that one day he would follow his father into the land of the dead and find his rest there. He took a deep breath and got out of bed, ready to follow his father wherever he led. “Hunter!” he heard someone cry out his name as he made his way across the room with his father, “Hunter no. Come on Hunter!” He turned around and saw his body, wrapped in blankets on the bed. Carrie was at his side, holding his hand tightly as she hovered over him, tears streaming down her face. “Hunter come on! Please!” she shook him lightly as she begged, “Please. Fight. Come on. Please. Don’t leave me. Not yet. I need you. Your kingdom needs you. Please. Please. You can’t leave. Not yet.” Hunter turned to look back at his father, unsure of what to do. His father always had all the answers. He would know what to do. His father simply stared at him. “What do I do?” Hunter asked, looking between his father and Carrie, and somehow, stuck in the middle. He never had had this problem before. He always knew the answer. He always knew what to do and how to handle a situation. This whole situation was throwing him off his game. “The choice is yours,” his father said. Hunter looked and saw the peace he’d have with his father. The joy that would be found in the land of the dead. The peace. He would be with his father again. It was tempting. Then he turned to look at Carrie. The picture was a lot darker. There would be much more pain. More heartbreak. There wouldn’t be peace. Not for awhile. No father. But Carrie was there. James was there. Felicia and Mara were there. His sister, Saralee was there. His mother. His mother whom he had thought was dead, was there. His life was there. He saw the suffering that would befall all of them if he chose to follow his father. “You’re not coming,” his father said, “Are you?” Hunter turned to look at his father one more time and sadly, slowly began to shake his head. His father nodded his head in understanding, a sense of pride in the way he nodded. Hunter had made the right decision. It was time to go back to them. Sorry it's late....but better late than never. So here is today's prompt. The actual prompt you can't really see a whole lot in my writing today, but it's there....at the very beginning.
It was mostly inspired by the fact that I had just finished watching Dead Poet Society, and it just got me thinking on things like this, and I tweaked some quotes from there to fit into the narrative. Prompt: Roll a die for an adjective: 1 Hidden 2. Lost 3. Enchanted 4 Well-known 5. Abandoned 6. Underground Roll die for what the adjective describes 1.Library 2.Country 3.Village 4.Shrine 5.Castle 6.Garden Roll die for where it is. 1 or 2- Underground 3-4- Underwater 5-6- in the air I got: A well known country underground Sanseech slipped through the tunnel, making his way deep underground. It was supposed to be a secret that nobody knew about it, but it was common knowledge, and it was almost ridiculous just how many people knew where to find this little country so deep underground. His life was crashing down around his ears and he had nowhere else to turn. He had tried to suck the marrow out of life, but had only found himself choking on the bones instead, begging to die has the oyster of his life seemed to forget all about him. He wondered if it was too late for him. He had thought that he knew exactly what he wanted in life. He thought he had figured it out and he had been all gung-ho ready to go get it and not let anyone stop him. But life had stopped him. In his battle to find his own voice, and to break out of a life full of quiet desperation, he had lost. The casualties of such a battle? His very heart and soul. Something that he couldn’t get back, and it was only now, that he was on the verge of death that he had come to discover that he had not really, truly, lived his life. He had found himself frozen with fear. Voiceless. Idealess. Walking around in quiet desperation as his soul slowly decayed within him leaving him nothing more than a shell of what he used to be. As his soul decayed and his heart shattered, he crumpled to the ground, tears staining his face as they fell into the dirt. He closed his eyes hoping to end his misery and watched as visions danced through his mind. Children. People. Both young and old. They flashed through his mind. They were still growing. They weren’t much different from Sanseech. They felt invisible, just as Sanseech had, once upon a time, before the world picked him up and tore him apart, making him feel utterly powerless. Their world was their oyster. They didn’t know yet just how cruel that oyster could be to the pearl it was trying to create. They still believed that they were destined for great things, that their thoughts and ideas and words could change the world and turn the world upside down. They were full of hope. They weren’t standing around waiting to make something of their lives. They were going for it. They had no intention of letting one iota of what their life was capable of giving them, go. They would suck the marrow out of life, and spit out the bones like a pro. They knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that now was the time to fertilize their daffodilic ideals so they could bloom into reality. Sanseech squeezed his eyes closed as hard as he could, and listened. In the silence he could almost hear them calling to him. They were whispering, reaching out to him, sharing with him their legacy. They hadn’t given up. They had pushed, and they had fought, and they had won their rest. I originally thought this was going to be a Hunter prompt...but it didn't happen quite that way.
Prompt: “Why do you keep saying you love me? You left me, remember?” I looked at the ground. / He smiled, “I didn’t leave you because I didn’t love you. I left because I knew you were better off without me. I knew you’d be happier.” / “Why would I be happier without you? You were the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you left.” A tear dripped down my face, and he caught it with his finger. / He kissed me for the last time, “You’re better off without me. I love you and I’m sorry.” “Why do you keep saying you love me?” Alexandra asked, staring at Michael like he was insane, “You left me, remember?” She crossed her arms and looked down at the ground to try and keep him from seeing the tears that were building up in her eyes and were threatening to spill out of her eyes. He smiled sadly as he looked at her, “I didn’t leave you because I didn’t love you,” he tried to explain, “I left because you were better off without me,” he reached up and gently lifted her face to look at him, “I knew you’d be happier.” Alexandra looked at him like he was insane. “Why would I be happier without you?” she asked as if she couldn’t believe her ears, “You were the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and then you left.” A tear slipped from her eye and began to drip down her face. He easily caught it with his finger, wiping it away before it could make a streak down her cheek. He lifted her head up and gave her a kiss, the last kiss she would ever get from him. “You’re better off without me,” he said sadly, pulling his lips away from hers, even though both sets begged for more time, “I love you,” he pressed his forehead against hers for a moment, “I’m sorry,” he said, pulling his forehead away from hers and walked away. Prompt: Old Fashioned
“You are so old fashioned,” Ryan joked as they came up with a plan over a dozen old fashioned doughnuts. “Says the person who just shoved three old fashioned doughnuts in her mouth,” Skye laughed. She was doing more playing with her doughnut than actually eating it as her stomach twisted into knots and she wanted to throw up the little amount of doughnuts she had consumed. “You think you are so funny,” Ryan laughed, “But you are. You are so old fashioned that this kind of romance isn’t good enough for you. You want to go back into the Jane Austen time period and marry Wentworth.” “Okay, to be fair,” Skye said, “Who doesn’t want to marry Wentworth?” Skye swooned. He was perfect. Who didn’t want to be Mrs. Captain Wentworth? Old fashioned romances were so much better. Prompt: “Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Carrie looked around her at the destruction around her. She wrapped her arms around her body trying to keep herself from shaking too hard. She blinked her eyes to keep herself from crying. “I thought things were supposed to end poetically,” Carrie sniffed. There was nothing poetic about this ending. Nothing poetic about watching a world fall apart. Nothing poetic about Hunter breaking her heart. Why did all the poets say how poetic endings were? “Nothing ever ends poetically,” Felicia jumped in on Carrie’s thoughts. Carrie turned to look at Felicia. “It ends,” Felicia continued, “And then we turn it into poetry.” Carrie nodded. She guessed that made sense. Making heartbreak into poetry was cathartic in way. It was a way to make sense of all the pain that they were suffering. It was a way to try and get through the darkness by trying to find some light through poetry. “All that blood,” Felicia wrapped her arm around Carrie, giving her a one armed hug of comfort, “Was never once beautiful.” Carrie leaned her head onto Felicia’s shoulder and let the tears begin to fall. “It was just red.” I really like this prompt. Which is weird, cause I usually only have that feeling toward the sadder prompts :p.
Prompt: “I can’t let you have it.” / “Give it here.” / “No.” “I can’t let you have it!” Bartholemew held the emerald closely to her chest in an attempt to protect it from the elements and Lelani. There was no way he was giving the most powerful emerald in the world to someone who was bound to drop it and break it. “Give it here,” Lelani begged. She tried to pull her puppy dog eyes. It was the look that had always broke Bartholemew before, but it didn’t seem to be working on him anymore. “Please,” she begged. She was a klutz, she knew that, but she could be careful. Especially with something that powerful. She wasn’t going to hurt it. And honestly if the most powerful emerald in the world couldn’t handle being dropped, then was it really the most powerful thing in the world? If it was that powerful, it should have the ability to protect itself from harm if it accidentally slipped through her fingers. Bartholemew steeled his gut to try and withstand the puppy dog look. He gritted his teeth, and was just about on the verge of giving in when a vision flew into his mind as if placed there by the emerald itself, having perfect knowledge of what was going to happen if Lelani got a hold of it. Lelani was petting it and looking at it lovingly, so far so good. That is, until she heard someone calling her name. She hurried to her feet and caught her foot on something, air probably, and went flying through the air. The emerald slipped through her fingers and it too got air and soared through the air, only to tumble back to the ground and shatter into a million pieces, causing the end of the world entirely. That image gave him strength, and with a force had had never used before he gave her his answer. “No.” |
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