Sometimes you don't realize what you had until you haven't done it in awhile.
Prompt: “Oh wow! Look at those (blank). I wish I still (blank). “Oh wow!” Amadraya gasped as she watched her mother, “Look at those spells.” They were intricate. They were powerful. She had never seen anything quite like it in a long time. “I wish I still did spells.” Aziel smiled. She was getting hooked. She was getting drawn in. Their plan was going perfectly.
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This is from a story that I started and stopped to work on a different project, mostly because I wasn't quite sure where I was going with it. I'm still not sure where I'm going with it, but it popped up, so I'm working on two projects right now, cause that's how I roll :p.
I really like the second prompt. Yes, it can be taken to be rather sad, but it is also a nice way to show that every relationship doesn't have to be a romantic one. Sometimes we get into this way of thinking that every relationship (usually relationships with a different gender) has to become a romantic relationship, but it doesn't. You don't have to be in a romantic relationship to still love and care for and feel comfortable and at peace with that person. Prompt: How long has it been. Prompt: What we had, it wasn’t love. Not romantic love anyways. It was comfort. “Amadrya?” Aziel asked. Amadraya turned and looked at Aziel. A smile lit up her face. They hadn’t seen each other since she left the island ten years before. She had escaped and hadn’t looked back. Until now. “How long has it been?” Aziel asked wrapping her in an embrace and then pulling away to get a look at her. “Too long,” Amadraya said, placing her hand on her swollen abdomen. The child growing within her wanted to say hi too, and was causing all kinds of discomfort. Without waiting to be asked, Aziel grabbed her luggage and gave her his arm and led her to the house. “Do you miss him?” Aziel asked, staring pointedly at Amadraya’s stomach. Amadraya looked down at her bulging abdomen and smoothed the clothes over the baby bump. “What we had,” Amadraya said slowly, thinking of the child growing inside her and the man who had helped create it, “Wasn’t love.” Aziel’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t say anything. “Not romantic love anyway.” It wasn’t like the love she had had with Aziel. It wasn’t a love story for the ages. It wasn’t even a love story for a few years. Or maybe it had been, once, but it no longer was. Things had changed. Life got in the way. “It was comfort,” Amadraya continued. They had both been young and a little lost. She had escaped into the real world, and he had found himself pushed into it. Neither one really knew what they were doing. They had both been lost and confused and trying to find a way through some difficult storms. They had found each other and together, they had weathered those storms. They had thought what they felt for each other was love. They didn’t know any better. But it wasn’t. There was a difference between love and that peace and comfort they had found with each other, and they soon realized that difference. “Comfort can turn to love,” Aziel said. “Not in this case,” Amadraya said. Not every relationship was meant to last throughout the ages. Not every relationship was meant to be. Not every relationship was meant to be romantic. Their lives had crossed at the time they needed to cross. They were in each other’s lives because they needed to be. Then life moved on, and the need for each other was no longer there. It was time to let go. Prompt: Do you see me for me or for the fantasy you want me to be?
You look at me, and you say you see me. You say that I am perfect, that I am everything that you want me to be. And that makes me happy. I’m glad that I can be the person that you want me to be. I am so glad that you think that I am this amazing person, but it has gotten me worried. It has made me start to wonder: do you see me? No, no, I know what you’ll say. Of course I see you. Of course, you are perfect, you are my everything. But that’s not what I’m asking. I want to know, and I want honesty. Do you see me, for me, and only me, and not for the fantasy that you want me to be? Do you see me and my flaws? Do you see the things I hide in the darkness? Do you see me? And as we talk...I start to realize that the answer is....no. You don't. You have created a fantasy of me that I can never live up to. Prompt: The main character(s) is/are told that something they’ve been searching for (a person, concept, place, etc….) doesn’t exist.
The man stared at me, looking at me like I was some kind of curiosity in a curiosity shop; like the water had given me a hump, or two heads, or some other abnormality. “You’ve come for Alex.” It wasn’t a question. He knew very well who I had come for. It was no secret that I wanted to find you. I had to find you. I wasn’t going to let you disappear. “He’s dead.” This man had zero emotion. It was like he didn’t care about anyone’s feelings. Did you guys even have feelings? I didn’t know. You were the only one I had met. For all I knew, you were the odd one out. Maybe it was only you that was capable of feelings. Or maybe the mission district did not have emotions. I was a lot less prepared to deal with your customs than you were with mine, which was saying something. “No,” I refused to believe that. You weren’t dead. Not yet. I could still feel you. You were alive. I knew it. There was no way this feeling was wrong. He had to be lying. “He’s vanished and gone. You have made the journey in vain.” “No,” I shook my head, getting to my feet, “He’s at the place where souls fall in love.” We had promised each other that we would find each other there, and I would find you, even if it was the last thing I did. “The place doesn’t exist,” the man said, “It was a dream of his that never came to fruition. He’s dead and gone. He begged to die.” Begged? No. You had to know I was coming. You had to know I would be there for you. Wasn’t I enough to live for? Apparently, I wasn’t. It was all a lie. I had come all this way, nearly died, all for the lies you told me, when you had never believed the words you were saying. Prompt: Person A is hopelessly infatuated with Person B, the star of the soccer team, and everyday they sit on the bleachers to watch Person B practice. Person B, completely oblivious, thinks that Person A just enjoys watching soccer (when in reality they like watching them) and one day they invite Person A to play with them. Person A blushes furiously and stutters out a “No thank you,” Person B, disappointed, then makes it their mission to get Person A to play with them, and thus begins their daily ritual of asking and getting shot down. Eventually, Person A breaks down and confesses. Person B is too shocked to do anything and Person A runs off the field dejected. Person B chases after them and says that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for them before kissing.
“Hey,” Lucas strode up to the bleachers after practice. Sybil had been sitting on the bleachers, watching soccer practice every day for the past week. “Hey,” Sybil could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. “You must really like soccer,” Lucas sat down next to her. “Oh, um,” Sybil glanced around, “I um, just,” “Want to play?” Lucas handed his soccer ball to Sybil. “No thank you,” Sybil muttered. The sound of her mother honking to alert her that it was time to go, gave Sybil the perfect excuse to race away. “Want to play?” Lucas asked after practice the next day. Again, Sybil said no. She didn’t like soccer, and had absolutely no idea how the game was played or why anyone would want to play the game, but Lucas was the star player on the team, and she loved to sit and watch him practice, even though she had absolutely no idea what was going on. Day after day, Lucas would ask Sybil to play, and day after day, she would turn him down. “Come on,” Lucas pleaded as Sybil turned him down yet again, “The last game of the season is tomorrow. We should play at least once before it’s over.” “I really don’t know soccer all that well,” Sybil answered truthfully. Lucas hadn’t expected that. Sybil had come to every practice, and to every game the entire season. He had just assumed it was because she enjoyed the game. “Well,” Lucas stuttered, “I could teach you.” “No thank you,” Sybil shook her head. “If you don’t know anything about soccer,” Lucas said slowly, thinking out loud, “And you don’t want to play, why do you come to all the practices and games?” “I have my reasons,” Sybil slung her backpack over her shoulder and started walking away. “Wait,” Lucas grabbed her hand, stopping her in her tracks, “I really want to know.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Tell me please.” “I have to go.” “Why won’t you just tell me?” “I like you!” Sybil snapped. Her eyes went wide as she realized what she had just done. Lucas stared at her just as shell shocked as she was. When Lucas made no move to say anything, Sybil turned and fled off the field. She couldn’t believe she had been that stupid. She couldn’t believe she had told him that. She would never be able to face him again. She just hoped that he wouldn’t tell anyone. The last thing she needed was for the entire school to know about her stupid crush. It would be hard enough to try and avoid Lucas for the rest of the year. “Wait!” she heard someone calling out to her. Sybil turned and saw Lucas chasing after her. Torn about what she wanted to do, she continued walking, but slower. It would be easy for him to catch up with her if he really wanted to, but she wasn’t simply going to wait for him because he told her to. “You came to all the practices and all the games for a sport that you don’t even like,” Lucas said when he caught up to her, “Because of me?” Sybil looked down at the ground, her face going bright red. She didn’t need to say a word, her voice spoke loud enough. “That is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for me,” Lucas continued, lifting her head so she was facing him, “Thank you.” He placed a light kiss on Sybil’s lips. “I’ll see you at the game tomorrow,” he said as he pulled away with a smile. As Lucas raced off, Sybil placed her hands to her lips and smiled. Maybe tomorrow she would finally take him up on his offer. Prompt: Breakfast?
Laura’s eyes were blurry with sleep. She was a walking mummy. Gabriella had had her head snapped off and growled at far too many times to know better than to even try to approach her this early in the morning. Gabriella gave Laura a wide berth as she moved toward the kitchen to start making breakfast. It was part of their ritual, food was the only way to calm the evil beast and turn her back into a human being who could function. Unfortunately they had to have this conversation at the beginning of their relationship, and it wasn’t a friendly conversation either. Gabriella had made the mistake of trying to talk to Laura when she had woken up and had nearly lost an arm because of it. “Don’t you dare talk to me,” Laura had growled. “If you want to talk to her, you need to have some breakfast ready,” Anna commented. She had already been through this with Laura the week previous, and had become old hat at it. “But it has to be a full and complete breakfast that is part of a healthy diet and has complete nutrition,” Anna went on. “So no cereal or Pop-Tarts?” Gabriella nodded. “No, she actually considers those to be a full, complete, breakfast and done together it has complete nutrition as well,” Anna contradicted. Gabriella had rolled her eyes, but she had learned the lesson well. Thus started the pattern of Gabriella cooking breakfast in order to talk to her roommate. Today's prompt is a song prompt. I'm not going to put the lyrics up here because you need to hear it. So, if you haven't heard the song before, I encourage you to go out and listen to it. If you have heard the song, then I still encourage you to listen to it :p.
Prompt: Somebody You Love By Lewis Capaldi (Take that as you will) I was always the type of person that didn’t need anyone. I could take care of myself. Even with the darkness always creeping around the corners, I could figure it out. I could handle it. I didn’t need help. Until I did. I had tried fighting off the darkness and the shadows for too long by myself, and they were winning. They consumed me and I was drawn down deeper and deeper into their world until I was surrounded by an inescapable darkness that stretched into an eternity. It dragged me under until I was drowning in it. I was suffocating and I couldn’t catch my breath. All I knew was pain. Until now. There was you. You were there when I desperately needed a friend. I couldn’t do it by myself. Not anymore. So I allowed myself to need you. I allowed you to come along and help guide me through it. I let you help me heal myself. I let myself hold onto you as you helped drag me to the surface. I let my guard down and let you in. I learned to lean on you; to need you, and that was the worst mistake of my life. Because you gave me sunshine, you gave me peace. I started to believe that I would always have you there, that whenever I began to to start drowning again, all I had to do was reach out and there you would be, waiting, ready to save me. But you weren’t. I was just starting to get my feet on the ground, when my footing on the slick rock slipped and I found myself falling. I reached out for you to save me as you had done so many times before, but you were gone. Nowhere to be found. I fell and got sucked under the waves, and this time, there was no one to save me. And as much as I would love to be able to hate you, as much as I would love to blame you for it all, I know that I can’t. Because it was my fault. I knew better to let myself need someone like I needed you. I knew better, but I did it anyway. In needing you, in loving you, I lost myself. Technically all of these prompts were supposed to have been spoken, but while I loved the prompts and they fit in quite nicely with the scene and what the characters were feeling- in fact they were what the characters were feeling- neither character was at the point in their lives that they would actually say those words to each other. They were still getting to know their feelings for themselves, and they weren't ready to share them with the other person, so I made it so they didn't speak them, and I kind of changed them so they flowed better with the story.
Prompt: “You could never be a burden, (name), when all I’ve wanted to do is care for you.” “When you get better, I hope you’ll let me be a part of it.” “I don’t get it. You’re cute even when you’re sick. Adorable even.” “Even now, I want to kiss you.” 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. 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.” Jenice 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. Today's a picture prompt. Sorry, my computer is unable to handle it, so you'll have to go to Instagram to see it. My Instagram: skyeswriting.
I did take some liberties with the picture, but the basic gist of the picture remains the same. Prompt: Picture prompt The rain was pouring down on them, making it difficult to see. The ledge they were standing on was turning to mud, and began to give way with every step. Jenica took a step forward and found herself sliding down the mountain. Jayson reached out and grabbed hold of her hand just before she plummeted into the churning waters below them. Aaron grabbed hold of Jayson, trying to keep his brother from slipping down to certain death. “You need to let me go,” Jenica cried as they slipped. The ground was giving way too fast. If they didn’t let go of her, they would all fall. If they let go, she was most likely going to die, but if they didn’t, none of them stood a chance. “No,” Jayson shook his head, “I’m not going to drop you. I can’t. I’m not going to lose you!” “You have to,” Jenica said, “I’m pulling you down. Don’t you see, if you don’t drop me, we’re all going to die!” “I can’t,” Jayson choked, “I can’t. While Jenica used her free hand to pry Jayson’s fingers away from her hands, Aaron tugged at his brother. Together they forced Jayson to let Jenica go and watched as she fell into the tumultuous waters below. “No!” Jayson cried, “Jenica!” He tried to scramble after her, but Aaron pulled him away just as the ledge gave way. “We have to find her!” Jayson shouted. He wasn’t going to leave her out here by herself. He didn’t care if she was dead or not. He needed to bring them home. All of them. Dead or alive. The trio slipped down the mountain and to the waters edge. The rain was coming down in droves. Visibility was next to zero. Aaron, Jayson, and Gemma searched everywhere for their lost team member. Jayson was the first to find her. WIthout thinking, he dove into the icy water and pulled her body to the surface, holding her tightly in his arms he began to pull her out. “Gently,” Gemma urged as Jayson got her to the water’s edge. Gemma slid to a stop as she got to her knees in front of them. The rain and ice water plastered Jenica’s hair to her face, but it was helping wash away the blood from her wounds, leaving Jenica’s body more muddy than bloody. Gemma placed two fingers to Jenica’s throat, checking for a pulse. As Jayson emerged from the water, he held his breath, waiting for Gemma to tell them what she noticed. “She has a pulse,” Gemma said with breathy confirmation. Jayson slowly released his breath, “It’s faint, but it’s there.” “Hang in there Jenica,” Jayson grabbed hold of Jenica’s hand, “We’re going to help you. You’re going to be just fine.” Aaron picked her up in his arms and carefully began to make the journey to the cabin. It wasn’t safe to try and get down the mountain right now. He just hoped that Jenica would be able to make it through the storm. They were sopping wet and looked more like mud monsters than actual humans when they burst through the door of the cabin. Jayson raced to a nearby bedroom and placed Jenica gently on the bed. “We should get her into something so she doesn’t get sick,” Gemma said, staring at the guys in a silent command to get out of the room. Aaron dragged Jayson away from Jenica’s side. Once the room was free of men, Gemma got Jenica as comfortable as possible. Once dry and tucked into bed, Jenica looked so small. It hurt Gemma to see her friend look all beaten up, her face would have been pale if it hadn’t been for the bruises. “Is she okay?” Jayson asked as Gemma walked out of the room. “I don’t know,” Gemma shook her head. All she could do was hope that Jenica would pull through, that she would be able to make it through the night. Jayson rushed into the room and sat on Jenica’s bed, holding her hand in his. “Please, Jenica, please, wake up,” he said softly. Aaron watched his brother, his heart aching for the pain Jayson was in. There was something different. Something different in the way Jayson was looking at her. This wasn’t just normal trepidation for a friend who was sick. This was deeper. “He loves her,” Aaron whispered to himself softly. As the words escaped his mouth, he glanced over at Gemma. “It’s okay,” Gemma said, “I know.” Aaron slipped away as Gemma walked into the room. Jayson looked up at her. “Want to go make some hot chocolate?” Gemma asked. There was nothing he could do for Jenica right now. She was in a world of her own, and sitting by her bedside in some kind of vigil wasn’t going to fix that, it wasn’t going to wake her up. He was still in his wet things, and was probably freezing. He needed to get some heat inside of him. Jayson looked at Jenica. He didn’t really want to leave her, even if it was simply to go to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. He wanted to be right beside her. He didn’t understand this strange feeling inside of him. It was more than his protectiveness, best friend type feelings of worry that he was having. “You want to stay. I understand,” she nodded. “Yeah,” Jayson said, almost feeling guilty, although he wasn’t quite sure why. “You like her,” Gemma explained, “If you’re not totally in love with her, then you are getting pretty close.” “What?” Jayson said, “No, that’s crazy. I mean, no. No!” Jenica was his friend. That was all. Gemma nodded in sympathy. He hadn’t even realized it himself yet. She could understand that. “She’s not just your next door neighbor. She’s not just your best friend from childhood. She’s blossomed into a beautiful young lady. She’s a great catch and any man would be a fool not to fall for her,” Gemma explained, “And you can’t see it right now because your head and heart are fighting with each other, but when your heart finally breaks through your thick skull, you’ll realize I’m right.” Jayson stared at Gemma, shell shocked. “You two are perfect for each other.” Jayson didn’t say a word. He didn’t know what to say. Words seemed to have flown from his mind and he wasn’t sure how he was going to bring them back, or if he even wanted to. “I’ll sit with her,” Gemma said, “You need to get yourself cleaned up. You’ll be of no use to her if you get sick yourself.” Prompt: “Just hear me out.” / “Why should I listen to you? You know what? Just leave.”
“Mckenzie,” Gemma said softly, poking her head into Mckenzie’s room, “Stuart is here. He wants to talk to you.” “I don’t want to talk to him,” Mckenzie shook her head. “I think you should.” “Well, you don’t get to tell me how to live my life.” Gemma stepped aside and let Stuart into the room. He had gotten himself into this mess, he should get himself out of it. “Just hear me out,” Stuart said as he walked in the door and Gemma closed the door behind him. “Why?” Mckenzie got to her feet, “Why should I listen to you?” tears of anger slipped down her face, “You know what?” she shook her head, and wiped the tears away. She was stronger than that. She wasn’t going to be pushed around, “Just leave.” “No,” Stuart held firm. Parker was his friend, and he had to do right by him. He had to explain what had happened. He wasn’t going to let it go like this. “I told you to leave!” Mckenzie said, pushing him out the door. “Please, just listen to me. Let me explain.” “No. I don’t care what you have to say. I don’t care. Now go away,” she slammed the door shut on him. |
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