Prompt: You’re a dragon who enjoys living a peaceful life away from humans. One day, a princess shows up asking you to ‘kidnap’ her so that she doesn’t have to get married.
I lived out in the middle of nowhere. I like being away from people. My life is quiet and peaceful. I like it. It’s who I am. I don’t bother anyone, and so far, no one has bothered me. That is, until she showed up. I was lolling in my own yard, minding my own business, when this girl crosses the meadow. She’s on a hunt. She’s searching for something. I simply gaze at her lazily. “Sir dragon,” she said. I blink my eyes. “Are you talking to me?” I ask. “Of course,” she says. “What do you want?” “I have a proposition for you.” I’m intrigued, and I nod my head, telling her to continue. “I want you to kidnap me. I want you to take me hostage. I don’t care where you put me, or how you want to go about doing it, just as long as I’m gone.” “That’s it?” I scoff. “Well, yes...oh, and make sure that they don’t manage to get me back, at least for now.” “Why?” “Because, I’ll make it worth your while. I have money, treasure, anything you want,” she offered. “No, I mean, why do you want me to do this?” “Because, my family is trying to marry me off, to a man I don’t love. I don’t want to get married. I’m still too young for that, there are still things I want to do with my life, and that doesn’t involve getting married right now. I’ve tried everything else, and it doesn’t seem to work. I need your help.” I nod. It makes sense. It’s everything I’ve figured out from watching the people in their little world. They have a tendency to hurt people in their lives in order to push their own agenda. I grudgingly agree.
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Prompt: “You will always be my best friend,” he said. / “And that is what I fear the most,” she thought.
Lance came in, and plopped down on the couch. He began ravign about his date he had just had that night. Gemma couldn’t keep the pain from crossing her face. Lance noticed and misinterpreted it. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my best friend,” Lance said, thinking she was worried that he was going to stop being her friend, and the person who was always up to going to do random things with her. “I know,” Gemma nodded with a shrug, her voice was tight, ‘And that’s what I fear the most,’ she thought to herself. She worried that she was never going to be anything more than just his friend, his best friend, but a friend nonetheless. Lance was never going to want to date her. They would never be nothing more than what they were. Prompt: Why can’t I hate you.
You ignored me. You used me, You abused me. You took my life, my soul, my heart You took it, And you threw it away. More than that, You crumpled it, Tore it apart, Ripped it to shreds Stepped on it, Covered it in mud So that it wasn’t recognizable. Yet despite all that, Despite being treated worse than an animal I don’t hate you. I should hate you. I should despise you. I should cringe at your presence, But I don’t. I don’t love you, But I don’t hate you. Why can’t I hate you? Prompt: “Run,” she said, “Run, and don’t look back.”
They could hear people screaming in the square. They could smell the smoke that the fire was bringing with it. They were coming, they always came. There was nothing that could be done. They found them. “What can we do?” Sasha asked, her voice tiny. “Run,” her mother said, “Run, and don’t look back.” “But what about you?” she asked. Her mother swept her into her arms and hugged her tightly, giving her a kiss and a tight squeeze. “I’ll be fine,” she breathed, “Just remember, I love you. I love you with all of my heart.” “Come with me mama.” “I can’t. I need to stay here.” “But.” “No,” she said forcefully, “Now, go!” she said, glancing back at the smoke. She pushed Sasha forward, and with tears streaming down her face she watched as her little girl did what she was told and ran. She ran hard and fast, until she couldn’t breathe, and she was lost and terribly alone. “Mama?” she breathed, glancing around her as she came to a stop, “Mama?” more concern crept into her voice as time passed and she couldn’t find her mom, “Mama!!!” she wailed, dropping to her knees and sobbing. She really was alone in this terribly cold world. Prompt: “Listen, kid. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you know how I got so ‘brave and strong?’” / “No.” / “I was tortured. Traumatized, butchered, and scarred! Take it from someone with firsthand experience….you don’t want to be like me.”
He stared at him from across the way. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was actually seeing Hunter Daniels. Hunter Daniels was the best warrior the world had ever known. He had single-handedly put down a group that was attacking their group. He bumped into Hunter. He actually touched him, “Hunter,” he breathed, “Oh my gosh Hunter!!!” he said louder, he couldn’t help the excitement rising inside of him. “Hi,” Hunter said. “Hunter! I can’t believe it’s really you! I want to be just like you! You are so brave and strong!” “Listen, kid,” Hunter said, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you know how I got to be so brave and strong?” “No,” he shook his head, excitement still rising inside of him, he was going to hear Hunter’s secret. “I was tortured. Traumatized, butchered, and scarred! Take it from someone with firsthand experience...you don’t want to be like me.” Hunter walked away, the boy still excited that he got to meet Hunter, and nothing that had been said could squash that. Prompt: I’m destroying myself, but I’m too tired to care.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I forced myself to keep moving. I made myself work. I made myself stay awake. I forced myself Harder than was healthy. I pushed. I pushed so hard To breaking, In an attempt to keep myself sane. I wasn’t sane. I was insane. I was going crazy. Getting crazier by the minute Forcing myself into insanity, In order to keep my head on straight. I was destroying myself, From the inside out, But I was too tired to care. Prompt: My master wouldn’t touch her, would have nothing to do with her. He was just waiting for a hero to come. It fell to me to take care of her. As the hero came to take her away, I saw a moment of hesitation. We had fallen in love, but who would she choose? The approved and lauded hero or the sidekick of a villian?
She was sleeping when my master brought her in. He deposited her none too gently into my arms. I nearly dropped her in his haste to get rid of her. That was the first and last time he touched her I placed her gently down on the bed, and brushed her hair out of her face. She looked so beautiful. I wanted to stay for a minute, but I had work to do. He’d kill me if I didn’t get them done. It meant that I didn’t get to be there when she awoke. I could only imagine what it was like for her, being in a place that was unfamiliar. “Who are you?” she asked, her eyes wild with fear as she curled up into the corner of her bed when I walked into the room. “Ielyahs,” I mumbled. “What are you going to do with me?” “Nothing,” I shrugged. It was true. My master wasn’t going to do anything. He wouldn’t even touch her. He couldn’t afford to with the kingdom as it was. He was just there to cause chaos. He wouldn’t do anything while he waited for the right hero to come along and ‘save’ the princess from the evil mastermind. As the time passed we managed to fall into a sort of friendship. I looked forward to my time spent with her. As time passed I could feel myself liking her as more than just a job, or even a friend. I found myself that I was falling in love with her. “I found him,” my master said gleefully one day, “He’ll be here to save the day in a day or two, be ready.” I nodded, my heart falling. In a day or so I was going to have to say good-bye. It would be over. It felt like a knife going through my heart. The time came all too quickly for me. The hero was there. We had made ‘every attempt to ward him off’ but he ‘beat’ us. The prince got to the princess and kissed her, causing her to wake up and look at him. “Princess,” he breathed, “I have come to rescue you.” He took her hand and lead her out of the castle. As she left I imagined that I saw a hint of hesitation in her eyes. I knew it wasn’t possible, but I did hope. But who was I kidding? She had a prince, why would she choose a sidekick of a villian when she had a prince like that? Prompt: We sat on the boat and watched the fireworks light up the indigo sky. “How ‘bout a late-night swim?”
The Fourth of July was coming to a close. The guys had driven them out to a nearby lake, where they had rented a boat. The girls squealed with excitement. They loved fireworks, it was the perfect way to act like a child again. They had managed to get into the middle of the lake before the fireworks started. They lit up the sky. The fireworks whistled as they zoomed into the air and there was that air of quietness right before the night air exploded with the sound of fireworks bursting and lighting the night sky. They lit up the indigo sky. Nick glanced over at the girls who were starry eyed at the firelit sky, “How ‘bout a late-night swim?” he suddenly asked. “But we don’t have anything to swim in,” Torri said. “Just jump in,” Joel shrugged, doing exactly that. “But then we’d have to be in wet clothes for the rest of the night,” Eva said. “So?” Nate shrugged, jumping in after Jackson. “No way,” Torri shook her head. The boys glanced at each other, and before the girls knew what was happening, they too were in the water. The girls splashed the boys, dunking them under water in an attempt of retaliation. The four of them laughed as the fireworks continued overhead. Prompt: “I’m pregnant.”
The reception was beautiful. It was plain and simple, nothing too elaborate, and with the fact that all three couples had pinched in to pull it all off together, each couple hadn’t had to pay more than $50 for the entire thing. The music was playing softly in the background, while the group mingled with their guests. Evangeline was in the middle of talking to a group of her friends when Marissa, a high schooler in their apartment complex, who Eva had taken under her wing, walked up to her, her eyes filled with tears. “Hey Marissa,” Evangeline said soothingly, “What’s wrong?” “Can we talk?” she asked, her voice thick with tears. “Of course,” Evangeline said, “Will you excuse me for a moment?” She didn’t really wait for her guests to give their consent. Evangeline took Marissa’s hand, and lead her to a secluded room where they could talk quietly with each other. “What’s going on?” Evangeline asked, taking Marissa’s hands in hers, in comfort. “Well, um,” Marissa struggled, “I’m pregnant.” “You’re?” “Pregnant. My mom is going to freak when I tell her. She’ll kill me, she’ll literally kill me. I can’t tell her!” Marissa started panicking, and hyperventilating. “Hey,” Evangeline said, “It’s okay. Just take a deep breath, okay.” Marissa did as she was told. “Okay, there we go, just keep breathing. It’s going to be okay. We don’t have to figure everything out right this very minute.” “We?” Marissa asked through her breaths. “Yes, we,” Evangeline squeezed Marissa’s hand tighter, “We’re in this together. We’ll figure it out.” Evangeline held Marissa while she cried. “I’ve ruined your wedding reception,” Marissa hiccuped after she finished crying. “You did no such thing,” Evangeline assured. “But…” “But nothing. It’s totally fine, don’t worry about it, okay?” “Okay,” Marissa nodded. “Now, take a few more deep breaths, and we can wash your face, and you can join us at the party? Okay?” “But…” “No buts, it’ll be fine. You’ve had a big shock today, and it’s been very stressful, right now all you need to do is relax and enjoy the party.” Marissa nodded. “Alright,” Evangeline got to her feet, and helped Marissa on hers. After fixing Marissa up, the two of them walked into the reception hall together. Prompt: “Where’s your shoe?” / “The giant mud puddle down the road demanded a sacrifice.”
Annalee limped down the street. Her outfit was a mess, her hair was damp and was more like straw, and she had no shoe, causing her sock to be wet and ugly. “Where’s your shoe?” Ryder asked, running into her and noticing immediately that she was missing a shoe. “The giant mud puddle down the road demanded a sacrifice,” Annalee said with a shrug. Ryder laughed. That was typical Annalee. |
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