Prompt: That was it! She couldn’t take it anymore! She marched into her room, turned on her music to blast her favorite, “I’m angry that I love you”, song, and started screaming the lyrics into her pillow.
Gabriella silented berated herself as she made dinner. She couldn’t believe it. How had this happened? It was crazy. She couldn’t like him. She couldn’t be falling in love with him. It was crazy. They were co-hostages, and he thought she was one of his captors. There was no way he liked her, or would ever even begin to even want to tolerate her. She finished the meal and while Gregory ate, she rushed into their ‘cage’ as she had called it. She faced planted into a pillow and began to scream song lyrics into it; angry love songs, break up songs, I hate you, but I don’t songs, any songs that came to her mind. She screamed them until she was hoarse, then she got to her feet, and got ready to face Gregory that day.
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Prompting: Are you flirting or starting a fight?
Skye kissed Kevin and began to walk out of the office. She moved, glancing over at Aaron’s office. He was staring into space, a smile on his face. Skye smiled. She could guess what Agent Michaels was thinking about. She slipped inside. “Why don’t you go talk to her?” Skye asked as she sat down. “What?” Aaron asked, glancing over at her, coming back to reality. “Susan,” Skye pressed, “Why don’t you go talk to her?” “Because I have no need to go talk to her.” Skye smiled as she rolled her eyes, “Just go flirt with her a bit.” “Flirt?” “Yes, flirt.” “Um,” Aaron cleared his throat, “Well…” he looked uncomfortable. “Come on, I’ll teach you,” Skye said, understanding his hesitation. After hours of practice, it seemed like Aaron was getting worse. “Are you flirting with her?” Skye asked, near frustration, “Or trying to start a fight?” “You know what, this is hopeless. I’m done,” Aaron threw his hands up in frustration. “No, no, no,” Skye shook her head, grabbing his arm and keeping him from walking away from her, “It’s not. It’s fine. We’ll get this.” Skye played with her neck nervously, at least she hoped they’d get this. She wanted to see Aaron with Susan, and she was going to do everything in her power to get them together, even if it meant going through hours of torture to get them there. Here is today's prompt.
Before we get into today's prompt, guess what? Hunter's story is up on Amazon!!!! Click https://www.amazon.com/s?k=the+portal+skye+ballantyne&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss Prompt: “That is a staggering amount of parmesan cheese.” / “There is no such thing.” Parker smiled as he began to grate the parmesan cheese onto his friend’s plate. The two of them just stared down at the plate as the cheese began to grow into a hill, a mound, higher and higher. Jessica came back at to the table at that point, and simply stared at Jackson’s plate. “That is a staggering amount of parmesan cheese,” Jessica said, as Parker continued shredding the cheese onto Jackson’s meal. “There is no such thing,” Jackson shrugged. “Well, that’s going to have to be good enough for you, because you’ve used the block,” Parker explained. Jackson pouted a bit, but allowed Parker to leave the table. “You like your cheese,” Jessica commented. “I love cheese!” Jackson’s face lit up. He could spend hours talking about his love of cheese, and he did. I guess you could say that it was a cheesy first date. Enjoy your Memorial Day!
Here is today's prompt. It's a double prompt today to make up for the weekend. (Also, some pretty good news at the end of this prompt, so keep reading.) Prompt: On the road Prompt: “Promise me.” / “I don’t know if I can.” Jason closed the trunk of his car with a thud. His face was set as he strode to the driver’s side door. “Are you coming back?” Annabella asked, she crossed her arms around herself in an attempt to comfort herself. “I don’t know,” Jason shrugged. “You can’t leave like this,” Annabella begged. “I just need some space,” Jason sighed. Annabella nodded her head in understanding, “Okay,” she sighed, “You go, you run away, clear your head, whatever it is that you need to do, but just come back to me, okay? Please. Whatever it is that you need to do, do it, just please, please, come back to me. Please. Just promise me this one thing,” she took his hands in hers and looked him deeply into the eyes. Jason sighed, “I don’t know if I can,” he dropped his gaze and dropped his hands. He turned and got in his car, refusing to look at Annabella again. He didn’t want to see her holding herself even tighter than she had at the beginning. He didn’t want to see her pursing her lips together in an attempt to keep herself from letting the pain come to the surface. He needed some space. He needed to think. He needed to decide if he wanted to stay in this relationship or not. He had to think. He couldn’t make a promise as to what his decision would be. He had to have the space to make any decision he chose. He drove away and didn’t look back. Little did he know, that would be months before he saw her again. Hey guys!!! Great news!! I have started the process of putting Hunter's story up onto Amazon. It might take a day or two to actually become live, but it's in the process! I'm super excited about it! Hope that you are too :). I'll give you the link as soon as it goes live. Hey sorry it's been a crazy weekend. Torri and I got together and spent some time with a friend (Hannah) for the weekend. Because of travel and plans, we didn't come up with or write any prompts. I apologize, but tomorrow we will be back in the swing of things with a new prompt for you guys.
Also, some other news. Hunter's story is done being edited!!! Super stoked. I plan to get it up on Amazon tomorrow, or at least starting the process tomorrow, so by the end of this week it will be on Amazon!!! Once it's up I will give you guys the link so you can go read it! I'm super excited about this development, and I hope that you are too. Thank you for all your support. I really like this prompt. It's beautifully written (the actual prompt prompting, not necessarily the written prompt). I wish I could write like that. It's poetry. It was found on Pinterest, but whoever coined this, you should be proud of yourself.
Anyway, my actual version of the prompt wasn't exactly what I was expecting. Prompt: And in the morning mists, when the knife goes in and twists, you’ll watch your grand desires leave with nothing but a kiss. The sun had barely risen, morning dew was still covering the ground where they stood. The sky was becoming a light grey, not quite ready to create the rainbow of the morning yet. The two of them were surrounded. They only had two options. Death or capture. Which was the worst of two evils? Felicia glanced down at the knife in her hand. Allen nodded. He had the same idea. Felicia simply stared at him. Gently, Allen helped her raise her knife to his stomach, and once again nodded. “Do it,” he said softly. She shook her head. “You have to,” the tip of the knife was pressing against his abdomen now. Closing her eyes, Felicia plunged it in, feeling the all too familiar resistance of flesh before blood began to gush out. Allen let out a gasp as he doubled over. Felicia gently guided him to the ground. “I love you,” Allen whispered weakly. “I love you too,” Felicia said, the tears that refused to be shed were heard within her voice. Felicia bent closer, giving Allen a kiss. Her kiss guided him to his death. Gently, Felicia placed Allen’s head on the ground. Setting her jaw, she got to her feet and pulled out her bow and arrow. She was ready. Prompt: A super short story- write a story that takes place in one room.
Jessica yawned. This was the most boring party she had ever seen. She was about to leave when Greg took her arm and stopped her. “You can’t leave,” he said. “Why not?” she asked. “Well, see, um,” he thought for a moment, “The narrator won’t let us.” (That’s true, I won’t let him. After all, this story is supposed to take place in one room. So, I had to find some way to make Jessica stay.) “Stupid narrator,” Jessica mumbled underneath her breath. ‘Oh stop it,’ I tell her, ‘I’m blushing.’ “Okay, so what do we do?” Jessica rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in a haughty manner, “You put us in a boring party that we can’t leave, so now what?” ‘Um…’ I have to think about that. (I honestly don’t know where this story is going….I don’t really have a plot for this. But you know what they say...anything that is worth doing is worth doing well...well on the flip side of that, anything worth doing, is worth sucking at. Cause if you really want to do something, you have to risk sucking at something, and you have to be okay with that. So...this is me totally sucking at my craft.) Prompt: “How many people did you tell?” / “Basically everyone.”
Jesse glanced up from her book when Hunter came into her house. He looked serious. “How did you know?” “It’s obvious,” Jesse said, placing her book on the table and getting comfortable, “It’s written all over your face.” He tended to keep things close to the vest, but once you got to know him, it was easy to tell what he was thinking and feeling. His face was very expressive, and loud, if you knew how to read it. “How many people did you tell?” he asked, sitting down next to her. “Basically everyone,” she smiled, at his nervous stare Jesse relented, “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t do that to you.” “Thanks,” Hunter said. Oh Hunter. His story, well the first book of his story, is in the process of editing right now. Things are looking good for getting it on Amazon sometime in June. I'll keep you posted on this part of the journey and let you know when it officially comes out :). Thank you all for your support. Prompt: Maybe you just shouldn’t. (Sunday)
Prompt: I placed my ear against the rough wood of the door in order to hear the conversation. Suddenly it opened and I tumbled into the room. (Friday) Prompt: When are you going to notice that I don’t care? (Today) Prompt: No internet? What is this, the dark ages?- No messenger? What is this, the dark ages? (Monday) Prompt: They met dancing...Cute meet, right? Until you realize she dances like a spastic chicken and his only move is the sprinkler.(Saturday) “Why are you doing this?” Liam asked Ava. “I don’t really have a choice,” Ava said simply, with a shrug of her shoulders. He didn’t understand. How could he? She didn’t really understand it herself. “Have you ever thought that maybe you just shouldn’t go along with this?” Liam asked, eyeing her curiously, “Maybe you should just let this lie. It would be a lot better. A lot easier.” Ava nodded. He was right. It would be a lot easier if she just washed her hands of it all. For her, at any rate. She could just run. Leave everything behind. After all, she had done it before. It couldn’t be too hard to do it again, after all, she was older this time. She had knowledge and experience under her belt this time. Running would be simple. It’s what she always did when things got rough. But even as she thought it, she knew she couldn’t. She knew it wouldn’t work. She had always run before, but she was older now. She had more experience, more knowledge. Running wouldn’t work this time. She had to do what she had to do. Even though she now knew the situation, even though she now knew what she would have to deal with, she had to do it. She couldn’t run this time. She had to face this head on. There was no turning back. She made her way into the study, and began to search through the papers, hoping to get something to give to Liam’s adopted parents. Suddenly, she heard voices at the door. She glanced around the room nervously, frantically trying to find a place that she could hide. She couldn’t risk getting caught. She rushed toward what seemed to be a closet, and pushed it closed just in time for the four parents to waltz into the room, none the wiser that their entire conversation was being overheard. In order to better hear what was going on, she pressed her ear against the rough wood of the door as she listened to the conversation. “She’s your daughter?” Lady Farthington asked. Ava could hear the jaw drop even from this side of the door. “You’re doing this to your own daughter?” Lord Farthington said slowly, as if he was trying to get his mind wrapped around this new thought, “You hate us this much?” “When are you going to notice that I don’t really care?” Lady Arington asked almost sweetly. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about her daughter, not if using her could get her what she actually wanted. She would use anyone for anything. She didn’t care about who got used, as long as she got what she wanted. “But,” Lord Farthington started. “Please, they’re using their own granddaughter, do you really think they’d draw the line at their daughter?” Ava let out a small little gasp, quickly covering her mouth as soon as it had escaped, and praying that no one had heard it. She knew that the little girl was her daughter. It was too coincidental for it not to be part of their plan, but she hadn’t expected such a confirmation. Suddenly the door creaked open, and Ava was sent tumbling into the room. Four faces looked down at her. Four sets of eyes set in a hard glare. Ava got to her feet quickly, trying not to convey the nervousness that she was feeling. “Hi,” Ava said, smoothing down her dress, “I was just trying to find the message room.” “We don’t have one,” Lord Arington said, as if she should know. “What?” Ava said, shocked, “No message room? What is this? The dark ages?” as she had her ‘temper tantrum’ she moved herself away from the four parents, making her way toward the door. At the end of the temper tantrum, she pulled open the door and slipped out, making a break for it as she raced down the hall. She didn’t know where she was going. Didn’t know what she was going to do. After all, they were all living under the same roof. They had seen her. They knew where to find her, but running gave her something to do, some sense of being able to do something with her life, getting herself out of this situation. “Whoa,” Liam said as Ava ran into him, “Where’s the fire?” Ava took deep breaths, trying to get her heart back to it’s normal pace, but didn’t answer Liam’s question. “Here,” Liam said gently, putting his arm around her shoulders and leading her toward the door, “Let’s get you out of here, get some air.” Ava allowed herself to be lead out of the house. Letting Liam distract her with stories. He told the story of Marge meeting Mitchell. “They met dancing,” he started out, once he got her settled on bench, far away from the house, “Which would be considered a cute meet, right?” he asked, he knew that she was one for cute meets. She loved love stories, and loved love stories where the people had a cute way of meeting. “Marge can’t dance,” Ava jumped in. She didn’t know Mitchell, but she knew Marge, and as much as she loved Marge, and knew she had many talents, dancing was not one of them. “Exactly,” Liam laughed, “She looked like a spastic chicken, and Mitchell,” he sighed happily, “Well, Mitchell’s only move was to sway side to side with his eyes getting bigger and bigger until they seemed to cover his entire face.” Ava laughed, just imagining the two of them dancing. It was quite the sight. She wished she had known Mitchell. She wished she had seen the two of them together. That would have been something. Liam smiled as well. He had done his job. He had gotten Ava to laugh. Now it was time to find out what she knew, and how to get themselves out of this mess. Prompt: I’m worried about you
Hunter nodded and strode off to find Carrie. He found her sitting underneath a weeping willow, using the leaves to hide from the world and create her own little world. “Penny for your thoughts?” Hunter asked, pushing aside the leaves and stepping inside her little sanctuary. “They aren’t worth that much,” Carrie shrugged. “I’m...sorry,” Hunter said, sitting down beside her. “It’s not your fault I don’t have interesting thoughts.” “That’s not what I meant.” Carrie looked at him, her head tilted. “I’m sorry,” Carrie said, “But I can’t help it. I care and worry about you. The last two months I kept hoping that you were alive, but then I imagined what I went through, and I wouldn’t wish that on my own worst enemy, let alone you, and I know it sounds horrible, but the longer I thought about it, I hoped you were dead so that you wouldn’t have to go through all of that. Being dead sounded better than all of that pain.” Hunter nodded. He had felt some similar things when she had been taken. It was a never ending cycle wanting them to be alive, hoping that they were, and yet in the same moment, knowing they would be tortured if they were alive, and death would be easier. It was hard to tesll sometimes if death really was the worst fate. “And then you came home,” she continued. “And it was bittersweet?” Hunter guessed. She looked over at him and nodded. She curled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “You were nearly dead,” she said softly, “I had to drag you into Cara’s house. We didn’t know what damage had been done, or if you’d be okay,” tears slipped down her face again as she remembered all the worry and stress, “And I’m sorry if you feel like I’m treating you like an invalid, but for the past week you have been, and it’s not something you can just turn off.” Hunter’s gut wrenched in pain. It was pain for the pain that he had caused her, everything she had been through and it was still going through because of the way he was treating her, and the life he led. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I was being a hard headed arrogant jerk.” Carrie looked over at Hunter, her eyes glistening with tears, but accepting his apology. He reached out and brushed the left over tears from Carrie’s cheek. “Are we okay?” Carrie smiled and nodded her head, “Yeah. We’re okay.” Hunter smiled and placed a light kiss on the top of her head. |
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