So, all the pain :p. It's one of those weeks I guess, with yesterday and today's prompts. They have made me think about a story I had been working on, I had kind of 'finished' in the way that it wasn't one that I didn't care too much about so the fact that the general outline was there was enough for me. However, these past few days have put it in the forefront of my mind and so I'm working on it more and trying to flesh it out and make it pop.
Prompt: “I’m not trying to hurt you.” / “And yet somehow you always do.” Jayson looked down at his feet. He was screwing this up. Somehow he was always screwing things up with her. He didn’t mean to, it just happened. How could a person be so wrong all the time? “You know,” Jayson said softly, “I’m not trying to hurt you.” His eyes begged Jenica to believe him, begged her to be understanding and forgiving for his screw ups. “And yet,” Jenica sighed, “Somehow you always do,” she said softly. Those words caused an ache in Jayson’s heart.
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Prompt: Headaches are the worst.
Jenica tried to get to her feet, but as soon as weight came to her feet she began to sway, and her world began to spin, she began to fall to the floor, but Jayson grabbed her right before she fell, holding her tightly to him. “What are you doing trying to get up and about on your own?” Jayson lightly scolded. “I didn’t want to be a burden,” Jenica said. She struggled to steady herself on her feet, but it was a struggle and would have been impossible if Jayson hadn’t been there to support her. “You could never be a burden, Jenica,” Jayson said. Jenica would never be a burden to him. All he ever wanted to do was care for her, to make sure she was healthy. “We just want you to be healthy,” Jayson continued, “So you can continue with your life.” A life that Jayson desperately hoped that Jenica would allow him to be a part of when she got better. Even though her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat and grease from lack of washing, and she still looked more ghost than person, to Jayson, she had never looked lovelier. Even when she was sick, she was cute, and he couldn’t help but want to kiss her. “Thank you,” Jenica smiled at him. She put her hand to her head. “Ugh my head hurts. Headaches are the worst.” With Jayson holding her upright, they made their way slowly into the kitchen. Jayson settled her on the couch and went to get her some water. “Here,” he said, coming back with water, blankets, and the TV remote, “You’re sick, and when you are sick, you get TV remote privileges. Those are the rules.” Jenica smiled and took the remote from Jayson’s hand, “I hope you realize that means we’re going to watch a cheesy chick flick.” “Bring it on,” Jayson said, settling down beside her and guiding her so that her head was in his lap, “Here,” Jayson said, grabbing a pillow to help make her position a little more comfortable, “Maybe this will help.” Jenica let Jayson fuss over her, finding that she actually enjoyed his fussing. It made her feel safe and secure, rather than closed in and like an invalid. As she put on her favorite movie, Jayson began to play with her hair. She glanced up at him, and found herself too distracted to watch the movie. Prompt: “You said you would always be there for me.” / “And I am. Even in your dying moments.” Jayson, as he always did, sat by Jenica’s bed. She was so very weak, and could barely breathe. “I’m going to kiss you,” Jayson said softly, thinking that she was asleep. “Kissing me breaks the rules, remember,” she said weakly. Jayson’s heart leapt. “I don’t care,” Jayson said. He didn’t care about breaking rules made by first graders. They were adults now, and she was dying. What did it matter if they broke a few rules? “But I do,” Jenica said, “I don’t want you to kiss me because I’m dying.” “I’m not,” Jayson said. Jenica shook away his protests, “I don’t want some deathbed confession of love and a kiss. It’s not real,” she gave him as much of a squeeze as she could, “And I want real. It’s okay,” she looked at his sad face, “Some loves just go unreciprocated, and that’s okay. We made a great team, great friends, and I don’t need any more. You said you would always be there for me,” she continued with a smile on his face. Jayson tried to say something, but Jenica began to gasp for breath, and slowly fade out of this life. “Don’t die on me,” Jayson said as Jenica’s heart monitor began to flatline, “Oh God please don’t die on me,” Jayson kissed her fingers, “Stay with me. Look at me. Look at me,” but it was too late, she was too far gone to see anything, “I’m right here. You’re going to be fine,” he brushed the hair out of her face, “Oh God, please don’t die on me.’ The nurse came in. Jenica was gone. “No, you can’t die,” Jayson said, “It’s not possible. You can’t be gone. You can’t. I was never able to ask you out. I had it all planned out. I practiced it for hours in the mirror, trying to get the wording just right. Most of the time I would get so flustered even just thinking about asking you out that it would all just come out in a jumble, and I’d sound like an idiot, I know, but the thought of going out with you, of being with you, was...well it was the perfect dream,” Jayson’s voice cracked, “But that’s all it was. It was all a dream. You never knew that you were the girl that I went for, the girl I would choose,” tears streamed down his face, “I let you pass from this life not knowing how much I loved you,” he held her, “I am always with you. Even in your dying moments. I love you.” He put his head down and sobbed into her bed. Prompt: “It would be nice if you had some human decency.” / “Too bad I’m not human.”
“You know,” Garrett grumbled under his breath, “It would be nice if you had some human decency.” “Too bad I’m not human,” Carl shrugged as if not being human meant he could get away with anything he wanted. Prompt: “I decided to accept the king’s marriage proposal.” / “Oh, are you in love with him?” / “No, but I’d look great in a crown.”
Carina floated into the room. Martina looked over at her friend. “I decided to accept the king’s marriage proposal,” Carina said in sing song as she floated down onto her bed. “Oh,” Martina raised an eyebrow, suspiciously, “Do you love him?” Carina and the king had had a rock and rough relationship with many ups and downs. They had been the talk of the town for a while. Martina and Carina had had many a chat about the king and her feelings for him. “No,” Carina shook her head honestly. She actually found the king almost disgusting, and each day she got more and more disgusted with him. Martina looked over at Carina, waiting for Carina to finish that sentence to see where she was going and what could possibly be behind such a decision. “But I’d look great in a crown,” she said with a smile and her eyes lighting up as she thought of herself in a crown. Martina nodded her head. That made more sense. Prompt: Write a story with an unsuspecting villain
Parker smiled happily as he sat in his wheelchair. He looked out at the yard full of rabbits as the sun shone gaily on everything it touched. He smiled at Lacey. His smile, while not in of itself scary, sent shivers running down Lacey's spine. "Take her to the rabbits," he ordered. As they took Lacey outside, he turned his head back to the rabbits and watched as they tore her apart. Prompt: “Oooh, she’s angry.” / “How can you tell?” / “Well, you can see her mood by her hands. Like right now, she has a gun. I don’t think that means she’s happy to see us.”
Aiden’s eyes widened as Lauralie approached the group. “Oooh, she’s angry,” he sucked in his breath at the thought of what she could do with her anger. “How can you tell?” Aaron asked. Lauralie looked like she always did. Sure, she looked mad, but she always looked mad. It was nothing new. “Well,” Aiden said, sounding like he was about to impart the wisdom of Lauralie, “You can see her mood by her hands.” He drew Aaron’s eyes toward Lauralie’s hands. “Like right now,” he pointed to where he was looking, “She has a gun. I don’t think that means she’s happy to see us.” Aaron’s eyes widened. This wasn’t good. Prompt: “Be wary of him. I don’t trust him.” / “Do you trust anyone?” / “I trust you.” “Be wary of him,” Hunter said, helping Carrie onto the horse. It wasn’t the most dangerous mission she could be on, but it was her first solo mission, and the thought made Hunter’s gut twist, especially with what happened the last time. “I don’t trust him,” Hunter continued. Unfortunate that they needed him. Hunter wouldn’t trust the man as far as he could throw him. Which is why they figured someone else would be a better fit for such a mission as this. “Do you trust anyone?” Carrie asked. Hunter was always cautious. He never seemed to trust anyone. “I trust you,” Hunter admitted. Those words warmed her in more ways than she could describe. Coming from Hunter, that was one of the highest praises in the world. I did post on another blog a few days ago because Weebly was having issues and wouldn't let me in, in fact it wouldn't let me on the site at all, so I created a new blog via Wix in case Weebly had stopped working completely and I couldn't log in again. But it's back. So I'm back to posting.
Prompt: “Woah there, for a hero you’re verging dangerously off into villain territory.” / “….So?” “Woah there,” Rian chuckled lightly, not sure if Geoffrey was joking or not, “For a hero you’re verging dangerously off into villain territory.” “…So?” Geoffrey asked. Prompt: “I wish you would stop.” / “Unfortunately, I am not a genie….so I will not be granting your request.” “I wish you would stop,” Charles growled in exasperation. He loved Rian, but sometimes she got to be a little too much to handle. “Unfortunately, I am not a genie,” Rian smiled giddily, “So I will not be granting your request.” Happy Easter! (Late). Hope you all enjoyed your day! Here are two prompts to make up for not posting yesterday.
Prompt: Your characters are getting together for Easter dinner (or just a big dinner if they don’t celebrate Easter), but there are some complications getting there. Tell about their journey. Skye looked at the clock on her cellphone. They were going to be late. Skye hated being late. It was her biggest pet peeve. She knew that they should have left sooner. She had scheduled them to leave earlier, but no, no one listened, no one got ready when she told them to. She had even scheduled time for them to get lost, get a flat tire, run into a tree, get run into by a deer, all the normal things to expect while on a trip. She had planned time for it all, and if they had listened to her and left when she told them everything would have been fine. They would have been able to get that flat tire with no worries. They would have been able to get lost in the woods, which was what they were currently doing at the moment, and no worries. But no. They didn’t listen to her and now, not only were they late, but they were lost too. Prompt: “Remember last year when I first told you that I loved you?” / “Yes, it was the happiest day in my entire life.” / “Well….it was a lie.” Darren put his arm around Peggy and she rested her head on his shoulder. She signed contentedly. He brushed her hair down and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Remember last year,” he said softly. She glanced lazily up at him, wondering where he was going with this conversation. “When I first told you that I loved you?” he continued. “Yes,” she smiled giddily at the memory, “It was the happiest day in my entire life.” “Well…..” Darren said. The change in his tone caused Peggy to pull away from him. “It was a lie,” he finished. Peggy’s stomach dropped and her heart began to ache, making it difficult to breathe. Her world was spinning. The entire ground seemed to drop out from underneath her. “What do you mean?” she asked. She didn’t know how she managed to get the words out of her mouth. “I mean,” he said, “It was a lie. They were telling me that I had to kill my girlfriend. I wasn’t about to do that. So I needed a decoy. I needed someone stupid and desperate for love, who I could make fall for me, and you fit the bill.” Her head was spinning. This so wasn’t the way this day was supposed to go. While she could hear the words, she couldn’t seem to comprehend them. Her head was still trying to comprehend words when she noticed the knife in Darren’s hand. The metal glinted in the light. She gulped. She wasn’t able to get to her feet, no matter how hard she tried. She seemed frozen to the spot. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. “I’m sorry,” Darren said, “I was starting to like you, a bit.” He came toward her with a knife. Peggy’s brain finally screamed ‘Fire’ and sent her sky rocketing to her feet and she raced through the hallways of the mansion. Not really knowing where she was going. Her feet led the way. Right to Marcus’ room Prompt: “What’s with the mismatched socks?” / “They’re for luck, duh.”
Marcus looked down at Peggy’s feet. He had never seen her without her shoes on. He was taken aback by her mismatched socks. He didn’t know why. Looking at them, he could see her being exactly that kind of person to wear mismatched socks. “What’s with the mismatched socks?” he asked. “They’re for luck,” Peggy said, “Duh,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Prompt: Picture prompt The rain was pouring down, drenching the world with its cold wetness. Jayson stood outside of the Jenica’s apartment. “What are you doing out here?” Laura asked as she walked toward the apartment. It was raining cats and dogs, no one in their right mind would be standing outside the apartment. “Well, um,” he said, looking around. He felt embarrassed. He should have walked right home after the breakup. Instead, he stood outside the apartment building, staring at the girl who had dumped him. “Did you and Jenica break up?” Laura asked. She could always tell what was on his mind. He didn’t have to answer that question. She knew. They both knew it. “I’m so sorry,” she said softly. He looked down dejectedly at his feet. She moved closer to him. She reached out her hand and put her hand on his cheek. He moved his hands so they were around her waist. She moved her hand from his cheek to his neck. They leaned in, and without thinking their lips were connecting like they were magnetized. They finished their soft kiss, and Laura pulled away, keeping their heads close together without really touching. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, not wanting to bother the quietness that was enclosing them, even amongst the rain. “It’s,” he said softly, confused. He couldn’t comprehend what had just happened, and his feelings on the matter were even more confusing, and he couldn’t even bring himself to think too much into it. “I should get inside,” Laura whispered. She had been an idiot. She shouldn’t have kissed him. It had been wrong. He was hurting and she had taken advantage of it. She was a horrible person. “Wait,” Jayson said, not releasing his hold on her, “Don’t go.” He didn’t want her to go. Even though she was confused by the whole kissing thing, Laura helped him feel better about the whole breakup. “I really should go,” she said softly. It wasn’t right. “Okay,” he said softly. He released his hold on her. He didn’t want to force her to do anything she wasn’t wanting to do. With his mind still in a jumble, he watched as Laura walked into her apartment. Prompt: The story’s protagonist is the nicest person imaginable. The story’s narrator hates him with a seething passion. (IE: That jerk saved the puppy from the burning building. What a jerk.)
Look at him, thinking he’s so high and mighty. Ooh, look at him, taking care of a little kid who scraped their knee. Oh look, he’s buying ice cream for that little boy who is crying. Ugh, this guy is making me sick just looking at him. Why do people like him? I can’t stand him. No one can be that nice. No one can be that perfectly perfect, ugh so annoying. |
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