We have all done this....get a text, and start reading it or responding back while we're walking....does it ever end well? :p.
Prompt: You are texting and walking simultaneously when you bump into someone. My phone jingled in my pocket. I immediately took it out and began to respond. I should have known better than to try and text and walk at the same time. I was totally uncorrdinated and could barely manage to talk and walk, let alone text and walk. It had disaster written all over it, yet I didn’t think about it at that time. There I was, texting and walking when all of a sudden I felt something soft, yet firm. Human shaped, human feeling. I glanced up to look at the person I had run into. The sight caused me to drop my phone. He was tall and muscular. His dark hair matched his dark eyes and it caused my heart to melt when he stared down at me. He had his arm wrapped around my waist to prevent me from falling tot eh ground, and I secretly hoped he’d leave his hand there even though I no longer needed his aid, but like a true gentleman, he removed his hand once he was sure that I was steady on my feet. “Are you ok?” he asked, concern etching his face. “I’m fine,” I breathed. “Here, looks like you dropped this,” he bent over and picked up my phone where I had dropped and forgotten about it moments earlier. “Thanks,” I sounded stupid, even to my own ears. He probably thought I was mentally ill. “No problem,” he smiled, “Well, I should be going….I’m going to be late.” “Yes…of course,” I stammered, as I took my phone from his hands. With one last smile, he walked away, and I was left to stare stupidly and sadly at him as he drifted once again out of my life.
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Prompt: You are invited to an upper class event
“I absolutely love this dress,” Ryan squealed, twirling around so her dress spun out around her, “I could wear this all the time.” She did look quite elegant in a tea length evening gown. The rose color really brought out Ryan’s color, complimenting it nicely. She would certainly knock their client dead in an outfit like that. Being the dog, the group had taken a lot more care in how Ryan looked, but the rest of the group looked almost as stunning. After all, they couldn’t skimp out on anything if they wanted to get this con. They had been observing their target for about a week now. Their target was going to be at a gala tonight for some charity, and that meant that the group would be attending tonight as well. It was the perfect opportunity to meet up with the target, and get a firm grasp on him before they reeled him in and sucked him dry. “There’s our client,” Skye whispered, turning her back to the man and whispering into Ryan’s ear, while she smiled at someone who had mistaken her for someone else. Ryan nodded, with a smile on her face and swayed over to their target. Skye untangled herself from the couple that had a case of mistaken identity, and without looking to, rushed over to Ryan’s side just as she was introducing herself. “Hello,” Ryan smiled, “You’re Clive Donaldson, aren’t you?” she sounded calm and professional, just how she needed to be. Clive Donaldson was used to people seeing him and flocking to his side. It was all too familiar to him to see fan girls squealing over him. They were so common that they simply blurred together. Calm and collected, that was a new strategy. It was one that was sure to make more of an impact on the man than a fangirl would have done. He was a man who was used to getting his own way, and by staying slightly aloof, he would go out of his way in order to pursue her, rather than her having to pursue him. Skye couldn’t’ help but smile. Ryan was a natural at this. She knew exactly how to draw in a client and keep them hooked while Charles and Alysha would swoop in and suck them dry with all the technical stuff. Ryan managed to work effortlessly with the information Skye accumulated for the job. “Yes, I am,” Clive said with a smile and giving the two of them firm handshakes. Skye automatically liked the man. She liked a man who was willing to give women a strong handshake and not a little touch, afraid that if they held on any tighter they would break the woman’s hand. It was almost as bad as the dead fish handshakes a lot of women preferred. “You would be?” Clive asked, releasing Skye’s hand, and looking over to Ryan. “My name is Jess,” Ryan said. “Liberty, Libby,” Skye smiled, “Jess’ sister.” “Sister?” Clive asked, raising his eyebrows, not sure to believe Skye. After all, the girls looked nothing alike. “Step,” Skye said, “But we’re close enough to be sisters that sometimes we forget that we aren’t really sisters.” “That makes sense,” Clive confirmed, “I wish I was as close to my step siblings, but what can you do?” Clive eyed Ryan appreciatively while he spoke. Having the attention drawn off of her, and knowing enough to give Ryan the space to work her magic, Skye drifted off, keeping an eye on the room. It would do to have the couple interrupted at such a time as this. They needed as much privacy as they could ascertain in an event like this, and that was Skye’s job. Confirming that no one was going to interrupt Ryan and Clive for a moment, Skye made her way to the refreshment table. She wasn’t really hungry or thirsty, but she found she needed something to do. No matter how often they conned people, she could never seem to get comfortable with it, especially when it was her turn to interact, no matter how lightly, with their client. Anyway, bringing them back punch would make a good excuse as to why she had simply walked away from the two of them. Charles was standing next to the punch bowl, ladling out the pink liquid into glasses and topping off glasses of champagne as requested. Skye could tell just by looking at him that his mind was far away from the refreshment table. She followed his gaze to where Alysha was standing, making conversation with another wealthy looking, older gentleman. It didn’t take a genius to know that Charles, while he admired Alysha’s initiative and her work, wasn’t enjoying the fact that she was flirting with the gentleman, even though he must know that it was nothing more than an attempt to gain access to some of the man’s money. Skye smiled and shook her head lightly before walking up to Charles. “Why don’t you just admit what you feel?” Skye asked, picking up a cup of punch. “What?” Charles asked, shaking his head slightly, as if to clear it, “Admit what? Who? What?” “Why don’t you admit to yourself, and Alysha that you like her?” Skye explained, taking a small sip of punch, but not really tasting it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Charles said stonily, “Now you should get back to Clive before he starts missing you.” “Oh, I don’t think he’ll miss me for a long time yet. R…Jess has him wrapped around her little finger.” “Still,” Charles said in a stern voice, the voice that used to cause Skye to do whatever he asked, made her think he was someone to take seriously, but now did nothing but make her smile. He acted tough, but she knew him enough to know that he was a big softy. The voice did nothing to her anymore, “This is a Mayfair job….we don’t want to screw it up. Now go make sure we pass go, alright?” his voice was the tonal equivalent of a pat on the head. Skye rolled her eyes and headed off to obey her orders. “I thought you guys might be getting thirsty,” Skye said, sidling up close to Clive as she handed him a glass of champagne. “Well wasn’t that thoughtful of you,” Clive said, looking down at her as he took the flute from her hand. “Yes,” Ryan said, “I was simply parched,” she too relieved Skye of her load and took a small sip, just enough to be considered polite, while Clive nearly drained his glass. The music began to play, and Ryan began to sway slightly, non-verbally announcing that being asked to dance would not be objectionable. Clive, ever the gentleman, and one that had been caught hook, line, and sinker, into Ryan’s web, readily complied with Ryan’s wish. He took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. Out of the corner of her eyes, Skye noticed Charles slipping away from the punch table. Discreetly, she turned so she could watch him make his way through the crowd to Alysha’s side. She had to hide a squeal of delight when the two of them made their way to the dance floor. With a smile on her face, Skye watched as her two friends got lost in each other’s embrace as they danced the night away. Prompt: You get into a heated discussion with a person in a passenger seat.
"I just don't get why it has to be like that. Man," Hannah pounded her fist on the dashboard, "Why do we have to live in such a male dominated society? It's absolutely stupid. They know absolutely nothing about women and they're all pansies." "They are not," Ryan managed to get a word in edgewise, cutting off part of Hannah's rant, but not totally causing it to stop, and just starting an argument. "Oh but they are. Have you seen when a guy gets sick? I't like the end of the world. I mean, seriously? It's a cold, get over it." Alysha turned up the radio of Jimmy in an attempt to drown out Hannah's rant, but it simply caused Hannah to talk louder to be heard. "But see, they're strong," Ryan stated. "Pansies," Hannah said back. The two of them continued to banter back and forth for the next few miles until Skye finally couldn't take it any more. It was getting far too heated for such an enclosed space, and with no AC Jimmy was hot enough, they didn't need the heat of anger to go with it. "Ok, ok, enough is enough you two," she pushed the two of them back in their seats and glared at the two of them like a mother scolding her children, "Both of you have very good points, both of you guys are right, now can we have some peace and quiet?" "I'm right," Ryan said, pushing Skye away and leaning forward to get at Hannah, "Guys aren't all that bad." "They aren't totally worthless," Hannah conceded, "But you have to admit that they are pansies who are putting their noses into places they don't belong because they don't understand what it's like to be a woman." Skye glared at Ryan. Hannah had been a big enough person to concede a little, Ryan could step up to the plate and give a little too. "Fine," Ryan rolled her eyes. She was tired of this discussion anyway. She wanted to talk about something else. Skye breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in her seat, ready to enjoy the rest of their car ride. Prompt: A nearby explosion shatters the windows in your house and caused you a minor injury.
Alysha lay on her back with her hand on her stomach as she lazily watched Doctor Who on the TV. The twins had decided that they didn’t have enough room, and were trying to push their way out through her stomach, and it was causing serious stomach pains and exhaustion. She had hoped that by laying down she would be able to calm her active twins. She had just gotten to the part where The Doctor was saying Rose, I …… when an explosion sent the glass in her windows flying through the ground, and causing her to fall off her perch on the couch and onto the ground. She adjusted herself to protect the mound of her belly as much as possible as she covered her head to keep the debris out of her hair. “Are you alright?” Charles shouted, rushing into the living room despite the still flying glass. “I’m fine,” Alysha shouted back, “Get down!” He got down on his knees, but didn’t stop his move toward his wife and unborn children. When he reached them, he covered Alysha with his body, holding her until things had settled down. When he was sure there would be no more glass flying, he held her at arms-length and looked her over. “Are you ok?” worry was etched into his face. “I’m fine,” Alysha assured him. Charles pulled his arms away from her, the sight of something red caught his eye. He glanced at his hand. It was smeared with blood, without a cut in sight to cause such. “You’re bleeding,” he looked at Alysha, noticing for the first time a cut on her arm where some glass had hit. “It’s nothing,” Alysha said, glancing at it, and shrugging it off. She hadn’t even realized she had been hit, and it didn’t hurt. She’d be totally fine. “But, it’s blood,” Charles said almost stupidly. “Yes I know honey….but it isn’t that bad….really. All I need is a Band-Aid.” Charles nodded. She was probably right. He was just being overprotective, but he didn’t know what else to do. He was new at this whole head of the family, being a father kind of thing. “Alright. I should probably call the team though, let them know what happened.” Alysha nodded. This was no accident. All those windows didn’t just explode on their own. They had been targeted, and who knew who was going to be next. Prompt: The ‘couple’ in your story are ice skating. One of them falls, so the other tries to help them up but they lose their balance and fall on top of the other.
“I can’t believe you have never been ice skating before,” Kevin said as they strapped on their skates. “I’ve never had the time,” Skye explained as she wind milled her arms to stay upright on her skates. Kevin reached out and grabbed her around her waist in order to keep her upright. Skye looked up into his beautifully rich, deep blue eyes. She could feel herself getting lost in them. She gave herself a mental kick. She wasn’t allowed to feel this way. She couldn’t let herself get swept up in a romance. They were here for a job and nothing more, as soon as it was done they would move on, just like they always did, and she couldn’t afford to have any strings holding her back. “So when did you learn how to skate?” Skye asked, tearing her eyes away from his dazzling ones. “My family would go ice skating every winter, at least we used to, before the accident,” Kevin’s face fell momentarily as he thought about his sister, “We haven’t been back since. I just hope that I still remember how,” Kevin stared at Skye’s face. He didn’t’ know why he was telling her any of this. He had a job to do. He had to make sure Henry wasn’t getting played. He couldn’t afford to have this girl be turning his head and making him miss something in his investigation, and yet there was something about her. He didn’t know what it was, but something about her was so familiar, so comforting. It made him want to open up to her; to tell her everything about himself, to let her in. The two of them began to make their way around the ice rink. They had gone around twice when Kevin decided that it was time for Skye to try it by herself. “Ready?” he asked, keeping his hands on her waist. “As I’ll ever be,” Skye breathed. Kevin gave her a slight push as he released her. She went sliding, her arms wind milling as she tried to keep her balance. It didn’t work. She began to fall to the ground. Kevin reached out to try and grab her to keep her on her feet, but he wasn’t able to grab her, keep her upright, and remain upright himself at the same time. When she fell to the floor he took him with her and he landed right on top of her. “Are you ok?” he asked, trying to untangle himself without causing her any damage. “I’m fine” Skye said, struggling to sit up, “How about you?” “I’m good,” Kevin smiled, “A certain someone broke my fall.” Kevin struggled to get to her feet, but only managed to slip and fall back onto the ice with a laugh. They spent the next ten minutes trying to get to their feet, only to wind up back on their butts, laughing at how klutzy they are. Kevin glanced over at Skye, her eyes bright with laughter as her hair fell across her face. Without thinking about it Kevin reached over and brushed the air from her face, his hand pausing in a caress of her cheek as he stared into her eyes. He wanted to kiss her he leaned in, pausing. He couldn’t do this. Skye’s eyes drifted from his eyes to his lips. She wanted him to kiss her. He was leaning close. He was going to kiss her. Her insides quivered in excitement. Then he paused, giving her a minute to really think about what was happening. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t kiss him. She couldn’t’ fall for him. She ducked her head and stared at the floor. The spell was broken. It was time to get back to the real world. Prompt: The world didn’t end with a bang or a whisper, but rather one scream at a time.
There were many theories on how the world would end. Some said that it would be all fireworks and big bangs and danger. Others thought it would come silently, like a stalker in the night. All of them had been wrong. The world didn’t end with a bang or a whisper, but rather one scream at a time. In the end, all you could hear were the screams. Some silent, some loud and piercing, but all screams nonetheless. Hearts screaming in pain; hearts unable to take the pain any longer. In the end, we killed ourselves…..our screams were our last defense against our total destruction, and even they didn’t hold off our demise. Slowly, one by one the screams got louder and louder, and our world shriveled to a close Sorry yesterday's prompt came in a little late, but Weebly was having issues, but I hope you enjoy it even though it is a little late.
Anyway, here's today's prompt....please give a warm welcome back to Ryan and Skye, and yes, Hannah (at least in a way....) Prompt: Silver moonlight illuminates a familiar name on the tombstone. Skye hadn’t been there before. None of them had. The police had given the body back to the family when they had finished with their investigation. At the time, they were still fearful of David and they had all decided that it wouldn’t be safe or practical for them to go to Hannah’s funeral, and throughout the years they had just never seemed to get around to going back to Colorado Springs to see the place she had been buried. While they had had a memorial for their friend, and Skye often took time to think and talk to her friend throughout the years, there was something special about going to the place where her body was actually buried and talking to the tombstone. Skye kneeled at the tombstone. The silver moonlight illuminated the familiar name on the tombstone. Skye traced the name with her finger. “We did it,” Skye whispered, not wanting to break the stillness of the night, “We got David. We found the head and chopped it off that monster of the black market. It’s done,” she breathed, for the first time in years it felt like she could actually breathe again, “I’m just sorry that you weren’t here to see it.” “She was with us,” Ryan said, putting a hand on Skye’s shoulder. It did nothing to lessen Skye’s startle reflex. Skye still jerked backwards and let out a small gasp of surprise as her hands struck out to hit the ‘attacker’ that her mind thought of. “Wow, easy there,” Ryan pulled her hand back and took a step backwards in order to prevent getting whacked by Skye’s fly away hands, “I forgot how easy you startle.” “Sorry,” Skye said, her heartbeat returning to normal, “What are you doing here?” “I like to talk to her, and I figured, since we’re back and all, it would be nice to come talk to her now.” Skye nodded in understanding. She had been doing the same thing after all. “She’s been through a lot with us. She was with us the entire time,” Ryan knelt down beside Skye, “I’ve felt her watching over us.” Skye glanced over at Ryan who was staring at Hannah’s tombstone. Ryan was always so sure about everything, Skye envied her. “You really think that she’s been there watching over us the entire time?” “Of course she was. How else do you think I was able to get you and Kevin back together again? You are both so stubborn that I needed some other kind of help, Hannah wanted to see you guys together again as much as I did, so she chipped in some special help.” Skye laughed lightly and nudged Ryan’s arm. The wind blew through their hair and they could almost hear Hannah’s laughter as she watched those two once again act like the carefree college students she had known and loved. Prompt: Write a wedding day from the perspective of someone who knows they’re marrying the wrong person, but goes through with it anyway.
Much to Ava’s dismay the day of her wedding came. She and Liam had racked their brains trying to find some way to get out of this terrible situation. Nothing had come of it. Now she had no choice but to go through with this horrible farce of a wedding. Ava forced her eyes open and groaned. All she wanted to do was roll over, curl up in a ball and close her eyes and pretend that this wasn’t really happening. She wasn’t allowed to have her wish. There was a knock on the door, and they didn’t even wait for her to confirm that they were allowed to come in, they just stormed right in, with the wedding dress weighing them down. “There’s the bride to be,” Lady Dufrey crooned as she waltzed up to Ava’s bedside and grabbed her arm, pulling Ava out of bed with a jerk, “Don’t just lie there….there’s a lot of things that need to be done before the wedding this afternoon.” “I’m not going to marry him,” Ava said firmly. “What utter nonsense,” Lady Dufrey said, “Of course you’re going to marry him.” “Why don’t you let me talk to Ava for a moment?” Lady Jones said. They looked at each other. Deciding there was no harm against it, Lady Dufrey shrugged and floated out the door, taking her maids with her to give the two women the privacy they needed. “No listen here girly,” Lady Jones hissed, going up to the bed and grabbing Ava’s face, “You are going to marry Daniel whether you like it or not.” “No I’m not,” Ava said firmly, “I don’t love Daniel, and I’m not going to marry someone that I don’t love. It’s that simple.” “I don’t care what you want. We had a deal, and you haven’t come through with your end of the bargain, so you are still under my control, and if that’s what I tell you to do then you are going to do it, and that is that!” she let Ava’s face go with a jerk. “No I’m not,” Ava said adamantly. “Yes you are,” Lady Jones said, “Because you don’t want anything to happen to Liam, now do you?” Ava was beat. She didn’t have anything to say to that. She couldn’t let anything to happen to Liam, especially now that they had cleared the air between the two of them and things were getting better now. Lady Dufrey and her maids were welcomed back into the room, and Ava was made over like a toy doll once again. When they were done with the makeover, Ava felt like a human sized marshmallow. She felt ridiculous. This whole thing was such a farce. The ladies walked her out of the room and toward the chapel where the wedding was to take place. Liam stared at Ava. To him he looked like a vision in white. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Still, his gut clenched at the sight. His childhood best friend was going to marry his adopted brother, the son of a man who had destroyed his darling Ava. He couldn’t allow her to go through with this. “May I talk to the bride for a minute?” Liam asked. “Of course,” the two mothers took a step back. “Alone.” The two mothers stared at each other. Lady Dufrey shrugged, it didn’t matter to her one way or the other. Lady Jones mulled it over for a minute, then she too shrugged, she had guards at the door, and an ace in the hole, Ava wouldn’t try anything if it would hurt Liam, and Liam wouldn’t try anything if it would hurt Ava. The two of them backed out of the room, and left the two of them alone. “You look…..” Liam stammered, taking her hands in his. “Like a marshmallow, I know,” Ava ducked her head as her face went red. “No…you look…” Liam breathed, taking the sight of her, “Beautiful.” “Thanks.” “You can’t go through with this,” Liam said, once he got passed staring at her. “I have to,” Ava’s heart fell, she didn’t want to go through with this anymore than Liam wanted her to, but she didn’t have a choice. “No, you don’t,” Liam leaned closer and whispered, “You don’t….We can get out of here. Run away and never come back, we don’t have to deal with this. We can end this, right now.” “You don’t understand,” Ava shook her head, and caressed his cheek with her hand, “I HAVE to do this. Please, don’t make this any harder than it already it is.” “But,” Liam began, but Ava cut him off with a small kiss before looking toward where Daniel was waiting at the end of the aisle. The music began to play, and Ava took a deep breath before she walked down the aisle toward her doom. Liam had to clench his hands into fists and grit is teeth so that he wouldn’t shout his objection. Ava took deep breaths as the priest read the vows, trying to keep herself from passing out. “I do,” she managed to choke out at the appropriate time. “You may now kiss the bride,” the priest said. Daniel took Ava into his arms, and dipping her, he planted a long, wet kiss on his new bride. It took all of Liam’s willpower not to go to the front of the chapel and deck Daniel right then and there. After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel released his bride from his hold and brought her back to an upright position. It was over and done with. Daniel and Ava were now married, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Prompt: Up until a week ago, my fiancé was still alive. Up until an hour ago, I had never killed anyone. Funny how things work out.
Margo stared at the man in front of her. She refused to allow herself to be intimidated; to show the fear that she was feeling inside. She wasn’t going to back down. “I’ll be honest, I pictured someone completely different when I heard about you,” the man said, interlocking his fingers on the desk in front of him. “Yeah, well, I never expected to be here either, but things change…things don’t always work out the way we think they should,” she said with a shrug. The man moved his hands to behind his head as he leaned back in his chair with a smirk on his face. Margo stared at the man, wanting nothing more than to wipe the smile off of his face. She pulled out the gun she had concealed in her back pocket, and aimed it at his head. The man’s smile stayed where it was. He didn’t’ think she had the guts to pull the trigger. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger, feeling great joy in the look of pure shock and pain that crossed his face as she pulled the trigger and the bullet found its mark. She allowed the gun to drop from her hands as she strode out of the building with a smile on her face. It was funny how things worked out, how things changed. Up until a week ago, her fiance had still been alive. Up until an hour ago, she had never killed anyone, now she had killed twice, and it felt good. Yes, it certainly was funny how things worked out Prompt: Write a list titled: Things people say instead of apologizing
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