Prompt: A world famous magician randomly selects a small child in the audience to come on stage to assist in an illusion. Little does the magician now, the child is capable of real magic.
“Now, for my next trick I’m going to make someone disappear,” the magician said, as the audience sat on the edge of their seats. He glanced around, picking a random child in the back row to come up to the stage. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Jordan,” the child said. He got Jordan settled into the box, and with a wave of his magic wand, the child disappeared. Everything was going just according to plan. Until it came time to bring the child back. The child had disappeared, and he was unable to bring the child back. His heart trembled and a stone sunk to the bottom of his stomach. He couldn’t lose his assistant. Where had the child gone? There was a hush that fell over the room as everyone tried to figure out what was going on. “Look, up there,” someone said. Soon whispers were all over, and everyone was pointing at the roof of another building, where the child was standing. As soon as everyone saw Jordan on top of the roof buildings down, the child re-appeared by the magician’s side. “How’d you do that?” the magician whispered to the child as the crowd went wild at such a trick. “Magic,” the child shrugged, and sauntered off the stage.
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Prompt: “I was always taught to put others first.” / “Yes….but this time if you don’t take care of you, there won’t be a you to care for others.”
Skye had to keep moving forward. She couldn’t stop, she had to keep moving. If she stopped she’d go crazy. Kevin padded down to where Skye was scrubbing the kitchen, his hair was spiked in a bedhead manner. “What are you doing?” he yawned. “Cleaning,” Skye said simply, not looking up from her scrubbing. “I see that,” Kevin said sarcastically, “I meant why are you cleaning the kitchen at 2 in the morning?” “We need a clean kitchen. We can’t live in a pigsty.” “It wasn’t that bad,” Kevin said. They were a little messy, but it wasn’t a disturbing mess. “When was the last time you slept?” Kevin asked, going over to her and putting his hand on hers to stop her cleaning. “Um…” Skye tried to do the math but it was too difficult in her state of mind. “You need to get some rest,” Kevin ordered, “You need to take care of yourself.” “I was always taught to put others first.” “Yes,” Kevin nodded, moving her from the counter to the kitchen chair, it was easy, she had no ability to do anything on her own, “But this time, if you don’t take care of you, then there won’t be a you to take care of anyone else. Let’s get some sleep, okay?” Skye started to tremble. She hadn’t slept in days, not real sleep anyway. She was terrified to close her eyes. She didn’t want to see those images, not again. They haunted every moment of her life. “Okay,” Kevin said gently, “Why don’t we just go into the living room, watch some sappy chick-flick then?” Skye nodded, her breathing still labored. Kevin helped her to her feet, and with one arm securely around her waist he guided her into the living room and onto the couch. He made his lap a pillow for her and as the movie started he began to play with her hair. Feeling safe and secure, she managed to finally get a few moments of uninterrupted sleep. I took the prompt today in a different way....I started with just a dialogue kind of thing, and then I thought maybe a scene from like a wedding or something, like with wedding crashers being put at a table by themselves or something like that....but I went with a poem.
Prompt: Everyone at the table was the weird, unwelcomed ones. We looked at each other. They didn’t think we knew, But we did. We were the weird ones, The unwelcome ones, The ones no one wanted. We were the outcasts, Pushed to the outskirts. Unwanted. Thanks for reading. Now head on over to Torri's blog and see what she has to say. Hunter had to take a bit of a break after the bonding camp that they went to yesterday. So we get to meet some of my other characters.
I feel like today's prompt is much better done than yesterday's, and I hope that you agree. Prompt: It was just a job. Three years watching her through that machine. And maybe a little part of me fell in love with her, because I wished she knew who I was. Until she did. I had been sent out on a search mission. My king had wanted to know how people in her world acted, wanted to get as much information on them as possible. They had chosen me to be in the research company. It had been a huge step up for me, and I took the position happily. It had just been a job. Three years watching them through that machine. During that time my eyes had been directed toward her. I couldn’t help myself from searching her out, seeing what she was doing. I didn’t mean for it to go so far. I guess a part of me fell for her, and I wished that one day she would know who I was, that is, I wished she knew, until she did. Then I hoped with all my heart that she had never met me, and never had to know who I was. This is part of a new story that I'm writing...co-currently with all my others....but I just kind of started, hopefully you'll enjoy hearing from them too. Now head on over to Torri's blog and see what she has to say. I had high hopes for this prompt. I had ideas that were in the vague stage where they were right there, but they weren't there....you know? There, but not enough to be put onto paper. Anyway, I thought, 'Oh, I'll wait for a bit,' thinking that the vague would become something....but that didn't end up happening, and so this is what it is. I apologize. Hopefully it isn't too bad.
I did also cheat and it's not all of my characters....there are quite a few of them, and that would have been a feat...maybe a short story, to get them all in there and involved somehow...anyway. Again sorry. Prompt: Write a scene where all of your characters are stuck at a bonding camp. “If they do a trust fall, I’m outta here,” Geoffrey mumbled under his breath to the rest of the crew. “I think it could be a lot of fun,” Ryan said, “Just like girl’s camp.” They walked into the main cabin and got their room assignments. “Hey,” Kevin said, dropping his bag at the foot of the bed. “Hey,” Hunter nodded back, cleaning some weapons. “You brought weapons with you? Is that allowed? Or safe?” Hunter just stared at him, trying to size him up. “Well, isn’t this cozy?” Geoffrey came barreling in, staring at everything. The men came swarming in. As more people came, Hunter slipped out to take a walk. There were far too many people, and he had far too much to do to just sit there. He came for Skye’s sake, and was starting to regret it. Now head over to Torri's blog, where I know she'll have something better for you. Thanks again for reading, and for sticking with it, even on days like this. Today's prompt is a bit long....but not in a bad way, and not necessarily the writing portion, it's not that long, but the actual prompt itself seems a bit long. Yes, it's another Hunter one. He's been on my mind quite a lot lately, and I've been working on his story a lot lately, so it makes for a constant stream of Hunter on the mind, and Hunter popping up when it comes to writing these prompts.
Prompt: “Look, I’m glad you’ve saved everyone and all that, but it’s time someone told you, to take care of you.” / “I’m fine.” / “No you’re not, and furthermore, if you don’t take care of you, think of all the people who need you in the future who won’t have you.” Hunter was getting weaker by the minute. He could feel his head beginning to swim with the lightheadedness that came with blood loss. He leaned heavily against a table and took some deep breaths. “Are you alright?” Sariah asked, looking over at him. She had been hovering lately, ever since they had fished Saralee out of the lake. She hadn’t really had a chance to mother, and she had lost that when Saralee had been killed, at least with her daughter, she wasn’t going to allow another chance to slip through her fingers. Not if she could help it. “I’m fine,” Hunter gave himself a good mental shake to try and clear his mind. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I’m fine,” Hunter stood straighter and walked on. “Liar,” he heard a sound from the side of him. He glanced around curiously. Carrie was standing up, dusting herself off with a smile on her face. “What?” he asked. “You’re a liar,” Carrie said, strolling up to him. “I am not,” Hunter said, gritting his teeth as a wave of dizziness swooped over him. “Yes you are,” Carrie said forcefully, taking his arm, making it look like they were simply strolling, but really it was to help steady him so he didn’t topple over while they walked, “Look, I’m glad you’ve saved everyone and all that,” Carrie continued on with why she was thinking Hunter was a liar, “But it’s time someone told you to take care of you.” “I’m fine,” Hunter said, trying to shrug off Carrie’s help, but she wasn’t going to allow it, she would not be moved. “No you’re not,” she said stubbornly, after he had stopped fighting her, which didn’t last long, due to his situation, “Furthermore,” she groaned as he toppled, causing her to take the full weight of him and get him back to his feet, “If you don’t take care of you, think of all the people who need you in the future who won’t have you.” “I do take care of myself,” Hunter said heavily, trying to keep his feet underneath him as they walked, “Where are we going?” he glanced up, they were getting further away from the villagers and the people he was helping. “I’m taking you home, well, sort of…” Carrie said. Hunter glanced over at her quizzically, but didn’t have a chance to say more before darkness came over him. Prompt: Go to your bookshelf, grab book number 15. Open to page 90. Use sentence 6 as your prompt.
My prompt sentence: Is there anything you can tell us? (A Stranger Is Watching By Mary Higgins Clark “I can’t tell you,” Ryan shrugged. “Is there anything you CAN tell us?” Geoffrey asked, in exasperation. They had been at it for hours, and everything they had asked she had responded the same, ‘I can’t tell you.’ It was grating on his nerves, and they were frayed enough as it was. Seriously, if one of them didn’t answer their questions and soon, he was going to freak out on them. One of them was going to have a bloody nose or worse. Ryan smiled. She knew she was getting to him, and she loved it. She loved to see that little vein popping out into his forehead, especially since he was the most mellow one of the group. If Geoffrey was acting this bad, she could only imagine what the others would be like. This was hilarious. She loved her life. Prompt: It is all a blur. A violence filled blur.
“Maybe talking about it would help,” Saralee sat down beside Carrie. “I don’t see how,” Carrie sighed. “It may seem strange, but sometimes it can actually be beneficial to get it out into the open, to air it out. Sitting on it can actually make it worse, it causes you to stew on it and loop it over and over again in your mind.” “I don’t remember much,” Carrie shook her head, “It’s mostly just a blur; a violent filled blur.” Saralee sighed. She wasn’t going to get anything from Carrie. She was still too traumatized. Prompt: Love Letter
This one....wow, this one....I had to figure out who to write about....should I have Kevin write to Skye, Skye to Kevin, Liam to Ava, or Ava to Liam....I thought maybe Hunter's group, but can you honestly see them writing love letters? I don't...well, maybe Carl or Jesse, but not the others...they aren't much of the writing type...they are more of the physical, show, don't tell kind of lovers, but that doesn't make it bad...although, I did fiddle with the idea of Carrie writing to Hunter, cause Hunter wasn't going to do it, but Carrie might. But none of them feel right, you know? So....I just um....chose a different track....it may not be exactly like a love letter that you read about in say, Persuasion....but I think it does the trick. It's a letter, a love letter, to Hunter, from me. Hope you like it. My dearest Hunter, Words can hardly express the love I have for you. You have been with me from the very beginning. You were my first story that I actually managed to finish. You were the reason I really got into writing. I had written before, but something had always stopped me from actually making a go of it, until you. You kept me on track. You found a wannabe writer, one that was already washed up without even starting, and you changed all that. You made me who I am today, not just as a writer, but as a person. You changed the way I thought about writing, about the way I wrote. You showed me that writing is more than just putting words down on a page. You helped guide me through it all, in that perfect way of yours. You let me learn and stumble on my own, but you were always there to dust me off again when I stumbled; to get me back onto my feet, and the horse, so to speak. You took care of me, just like you take care of everyone you care for. You knew when I was getting overwhelmed, and would step in just in time. It didn’t matter if it was character drama or real life drama, you were there to step in and get me the space I needed. You held me when I was down and needed to know that someone was there, and you gave me space when I needed it. You allowed me to rant at you, to yell at you, to argue with you when I needed it, and you didn’t take it personally. You knew I just needed to get things off my chest and out of my mind. You know extinctively what I need, and when I need it, sometimes even before I even realize what I need. It’s like you can read my mind. It’s comforting. For the past few years you have been my rock in my life’s storms, you have been my strength to carry on, you have been my confidant, my counsilor, my guide, my teacher, my compass, my best friend. You mean the world to me. You are my everything. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I love you. Now it's your turn. Write a letter to that special someone, they'll love it. Now head on over to Torri's blog and see how she took today's prompt. I changed the prompt slightly when I wrote it, but the gist of it all stayed the same.
Prompt: He may not be a true knight, but he saved me all the same. Felicia woke up and looked at Carrie and Hunter. She was impressed. They had tried everything to get Hunter to get some rest, and none of them had had much luck. “It’s the least I could do,” Carrie whispered, looking at Felicia’s face. Felicia didn’t say anything, just simply sat down beside Carrie. “He may not be a true knight in shining armor or anything like that, but he saved me just the same.” “Listen,” Felicia felt obligated to explain things to her, “I love Hunter. He’s a great guy, and is very protective of the people he cares for, and I am all for him finding someone, that being said. You can’t go into this blind.” “I’m not,” Carrie shook her head. “You can’t change him. He won’t do that, even for you. He is who he is.” “I don’t want to change him.” “And there will be many of these same situations. What you went through, can be considered a walk in the park compared to some other things you’ll have to deal with,” Felicia held Carrie’s hand, “I’m not saying this to scare you. I promise. But you have to go into this with your eyes open,” she patted Carrie’s hand and walked away. Felicia had given her a lot to think about. |
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