Prompt: Challenge #31 Completely Random
Random Location: 1-Another planet 2-A realm of magic 3-Europe 4-A historical, haunted place 5-A secret lab in the Arctic
1.A diary 2.A key 3.Scissors 4.A wig
Character 1.Someone inspired by your favorite song
4.Someone inspired by the water 5.Someone inspired by a fairytale 6.Someone inspired by your favorite teacher For this challenge I got: A 5 star hotel in New York A phone Someone just like me Here I was, standing in the middle of the best, most luxurious hotel I had ever been in. I had never seen something so amazing. Normally I wouldn’t stay in something so fancy. My family was used to cheaper hotels, not these five star hotels. I didn’t even know a place could be so fancy. However, a friend had asked me to come with her on this trip, and she had paid for the hotel. No way I was going to complain. While my friend’s jet lag got the better of her, I slipped out of the hotel and decided to wander around. Everything I could possibly need was in this hotel. There would be no reason to go outside. Although maybe that was the point. They wanted to keep their clients inside so they wouldn’t see how crazy the city got. Because I have no sense of direction, it wasn’t long before I got hopelessly lost within the hotel, and I managed to find myself in an area that guests weren’t supposed to be. In fact, I’d be surprised if they let staff be there. It was that kind of sketchy. I saw a figure standing in the dark corner. Curiosity spiked within me and I, stupidly, went down the dark, deserted, and sketchy hallway. Right into my death.
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Prompt: “I told you this was a bad idea.” / “No you didn’t!” / “Yes I did! Well….I mean. I meant to tell you….the thought was in my head, I just….forgot.”
“I told you this was a bad idea,” Ryan whispered as she crept closer to Skye as they tried to slip through the abandoned house. “No you didn’t,” Skye whispered back. In all the planning, no one had even suggested that it was a bad idea. Although why, she couldn’t tell because this was probably the worst idea they had ever had. Who had ever thought this would be a good idea? Go with the conman, have him teach you how to con people? What could go wrong? Well, look where they were now. Sneaking into an abandoned building as they tried to hide form the cops. “Yes I did!” Ryan said with conviction, ”Well,’ she said more slowly, “I mean, I meant to tell you….the thought was in my head,” she continued to ramble as she realized that Skye was right, “I just…..forgot,” Ryan shrugged. Skye rolled her eyes and sighed. It was too late now. My book is called Tomorrow On The Battlefield Think On Me (or something to that affect....Maybe it's Tomorrow in Battle Think Of Me), but that has been on my to read list for awhile now and I haven't managed to read it yet. I don't know why. However, the title made great inspiration for today's prompt :).
Prompt: Take the title of the book on your TBR and use it to inspire a story. Tomorrow on the battlefield think on me Carrie tossed and turned. For once it wasn’t nightmares of things gone by that were keeping her up, but rather the fear of the unknown tomorrow that was tormenting her. She knew that tomorrow would be the day. Reckoning day. The day she would find out if she could really do what she set out to do. Unable to stay in her room any longer, she made her way down the stairs and into the room that she had found what seemed like years ago. The room where weapons gleamed in glory. The room that she had allowed to continue to be only Felicia’s and Hunter’s room. Until tonight. Somehow she knew that Hunter would be there. She knew him too well to think that he would be in his room sleeping. He never slept, especially not before a battle, and he while he was more likely to stay in his room than Felicia, who’s nightly wanderings were well known throughout not just the castle but the entire village, he was unlikely to stay in his room on a night like this. No, he would want to go to the room. The room that connected him to his father more than anywhere else. She was right. She found Hunter in the room. He had lifted the sword out of it’s case and was holding it lovingly. Carrie almost felt guilty watching him. It felt like she was intruding on something special, something that shouldn’t be witnessed. Yet she couldn’t seem to move her feet and leave. “I know you’re there,” Hunter said, not turning around, but placing the sword gently back on the table. “What gave me away?” Carrie asked, moving into the room. “I always know where you are,” Hunter turned around to look at her. “Tomorrow on the battlefield, will you be thinking about me?” Carrie wondered aloud. She didn’t expect an answer, she wished for one, but she knew better than to truly expect one from Hunter. Hunter simply drew her close to him and gave her a smile. She chose to take that as a yes. It was as close to a yes as she was going to get. “You should be asleep,” he said instead, “It’ll be a busy day tomorrow.” He knew he would already be distracted thinking about Carrie and if she was safe, hoping that he would be able to protect her and keep her safe. He didn’t need to have to worry about her making careless decisions because she was sleep deprived. He needed her focused so that he could focus. “And what about you?” Carrie asked. “I’m fine,” Hunter assured her. “So am I,” Carrie stated. “Carrie,” Hunter breathed. “I should let you go, finish your ritual.” She knew how important this moment was for Hunter, and she didn’t want to ruin it for him, even though she wanted nothing more than to stay with him. She didn’t want to give up a single precious moment of their time together. Neither one wanted to lose this moment, both knowing that this could very well be the last time they spent any time together. This could be the end. So, together they found themselves curled up on the floor, sometimes talking, sometimes joking, sometimes crying, but mostly just holding each other tightly. Prompt: “I love you.” / “But….you know me.” / “Yes, I do….but for some reason I still love you, and I haven’t been able to talk myself out of it yet.”
Anne smiled over at Parker. “What?” Parker asked, giving her a side eye full of questions. “I was just thinking,” Anne said, raising her eyebrows in a flirtatious manner. “About?” “The fact that I love you,” Anne admitted. She honestly had never thought that she would be the first one to say those words, but knowing Parker, those words would never be spoken unless she moved first. “But….” Parker paused. Anne couldn’t help but smile at the look of utter confusion that crossed Parker’s face as he tried to comprehend what Anne had told him. He looked as if he was trying to figure out some kind of difficult math problem that his mind wasn’t equipped to handle. “You know me,” Parker finally finished. He was an utter mess, and after everything he had done, the mess he had made with her, the last thing in the world he had expected Anne to say was that she loved him. Loathed him, yes, hated his guts, yes, never wanted to see him again, possibly, love, never. “Yes, I do,” Anne said with a soft laugh, “But for some reason,” she couldn’t quite explain, even to herself, why she loved him, “I still love you, and I haven’t been able to talk myself out of it yet.” She had tried. After Parker had done what he had done, she had tried to be mad at him. She had tried to hate him. She had tried to convince herself that she didn’t love him and that the pain she was feeling wasn’t the heartbreak of the betrayal of a loved one. But she couldn’t. She loved him, and nothing she could say to herself changed that. “Well, I hope you never do,” Parker admitted. “I hope you never give me a reason to try.” Parker laughed and kissed her softly. Sorry I missed yesterday. Things happened and life got away from me a little bit, and I know today's prompt is a little late, but better late than never, right? And I'm getting it in on the day, so I consider this a win. Hopefully I'll be able to post earlier tomorrow.
Anyway, here are Friday's and today's prompts: Prompt: “Alright, just let me do all the talking.” / “You? But wont’ that just get us killed?” Allen held his breath. He was glad that Felicia wasn’t here to see how stupid he had allowed himself to be. Honestly, Aiden had this strange ability to draw Allen in, no matter how hard Allen tried to pull away. Allen hadn’t minded so much when they were in his own little village, but here, especially around Felicia, he didn’t want anyone to see what an idiot he could be sometimes. “Alright,” Aiden breathed, trying to look as if he had everything under control, “Just let me do all the talking,” he whispered as the group surrounded the two of them. “You?” Allen asked, looking over at Aiden. Aiden was great at getting them into trouble. In fact, he could be considered the king of bad decisions and insane ideas that lead to disastrous ends. However, he had never, in all the years Allen had known him, had managed to get them out of the situation. Allen, or Carrie, had always had to come in and save the day. “But won’t that just get us killed?” Allen continued. Allen could only see this ending in tears. Aiden looked at his friend and tilted his head with a slight shrug. What Allen said was probably true, but that didn’t mean that Aiden wasn’t about to try it out. Allen sighed, hoping that this wasn’t the day that they died. Prompt: I’m in the mood to make some bad life decisions!” / “Don’t sound so excited about it.” “I’m in the mood to make some bad life decisions!” Aiden exclaimed as he woke up the next morning. He had been stuck inside for too long now. He had been held hostage by these people who said they were trying to help him. He couldn’t see how. He had a burning desire to go out and do something for himself, to go on an adventure. Seriously, these guys took too long discussing things, preparing, sometimes you just needed to act. And he had passed that point. He needed to act and do it right now. “Uh oh,” Allen sighed, his gut sinking. He knew all too well the kind of bad decisions that Aiden could find himself in. Allen had been a part of many of those decisions and had had to deal with the consequences of those actions. And with him unable to do much in the last few days meant that this bad decision would be the biggest, worst decision Aiden could possibly make. “Don’t sound so excited about it,” Aiden joked. “Don’t do anything stupid,” Allen urged. “That’s the point of bad decisions, isn’t it though?” Aiden asked. With a sigh, Allen followed his friend into the disastrous unknown. Prompt: Sorry, I spout out random facts when I’m nervous…..
Anne’s heart hammered inside of her chest and it was starting to go up in her throat making it impossible to breathe and to swallow. The palms of her hands were all sweaty. “Did you know,” Anne could hear herself saying, “That a chefs hat has 100 pleats?” Parker nodded his head, and a slow smile crossed her face. “Also,” she continued, “Some cats are actually allergic to humans. And oranges aren’t naturally occurring fruits.” She kept rambling, she couldn’t seem to stop. “Sorry,” she stopped herself short from blurting out yet another random fact, “I spout out random facts when I’m nervous,” she explained. Parker’s smile widened even more, in fact it nearly broke his face with how big it was. “So, you’re saying I make you nervous?” he asked. “Extremely,” Anne said. Parker’s heart leapt at the thought that he had the ability to make her nervous. She made him more than slightly nervous too, so he was glad to hear the feeling was mutual. Prompt: “I’ve lost everything.’ / “No you haven’t….you still have me, and I won’t leave you.” / “Stop lying to me. I already know the truth.”
“I’ve lost everything,” Carrie said sadly. “No you haven’t,” Hunter said, his heart hurting at the thought, “You still have me,” he continued, “And I won’t leave you.” He tried to take her hand but Carrie grabbed her hand from Hunter instead. “Stop lying to me!” she said, getting to her feet as she screamed, “I already know the truth!” She stormed off. She was alone. She had lost everything. And she had never even had Hunter, so she couldn’t even lose him. It may be late, but I got it in there :p....so there, I'm doing better :).
Prompt: Do the universe a favor. Don’t hide your magic. Everyone stared at Lorielle. No one had ever expected that from her. She was a thief, and a bad one at that. No one ever expected anything from her. “How?” Maverick asked. If anyone outside of Winifred was going to use magic he would have thought it would be Isadora. After all, she was supposed to be the chosen one. She was the one who was supposed to fix everything. It should be Isadora that was magic. Yet, Lorielle had surprised them all. “I’ve been watching Winifred,” Lorielle said with a shrug. She tried to make out as if it didn’t matter and was unimportant. She was no good at anything, she probably had done the magic wrong too. She was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. After all, she never did anything right. She had never dared to tell anyone that she had learned magic, too nervous that she would get all kinds of flack for it or be made fun of for her dream, or be told that she was a screw up so she shouldn’t do magic. “Why did you hide it?” Maverick asked. Lorielle shrugged. There was too much history behind it for her to try and explain her reasonings behind keeping silent. “Do me a favor,” Maverick said, “No,” he shook his head, “Do the village, the world,” none of these words seemed right, “The universe,” he finally stated, “A favor.” Lorielle looked at him like he was a nincompoop, but that was nothing new. She always looked at him like that, because honestly, she did think that. “Don’t hide your magic.” He took her hand and looked at her earnestly. The world needed more magic. He needed more magic. He needed her, in all her glorious, magical ability. Nothing hidden. Sorry I have been the worst lately....I promise I will be better....I hope. But in the meantime while I'm trying to figure my life out :p, enjoy the doubles that I have been giving you.
Prompt: Give it up, boy. You’ve lost. “Give it up, boy,” Luke snarled down at Fyedka, his knife at Fyedka’s throat as Fyedka tried not to breathe to keep the tip from going too far into his throat, “You’ve lost.” Fyedka’s eyes danced around, hoping to find someone who could rescue him, but it seemed like he was alone. No one was coming to save him. Maybe this was it after all. Prompt: “Murder wasn’t on the agenda.” / “It’s not on anyone’s.” / “No, it’s on mine, just not until next Thursday.” “Don’t murder him,” Tatiana stared Anastasia down. “Don’t worry,” Anastasia said with a shrug, as if it was of little importance, “Murder wasn’t on the agenda.” “It’s no on anyone’s,” Tatiana said, staring at Anastasia as if wondering if she truly knew who Anastasia really was. “No,” Anastasia contradicted, “It’s on mine,” she confirmed, “Just not until,” she paused, as if thinking about her schedule and what was on her agenda and when, “Next Thursday,” she said with a confirming nod. Torri and I both forgot about the prompt on Thursday so we decided to skip it and then yesterday I just go busy so I didn't get around to it. So here is a double trouble for you.
Prompt: Three unlikely friends go on an adventure Prompt: “I was going to go back to my quarters, but then I remembered that you live in them too.” “I’m gonna kill him,” Anastasia said, pretending to take Fyedka in her hands and beat him to a pulp, “He’s going to be dead, dead, dead!” “You can’t kill him,” Tatiana said, “We need him.” “Do we?” Anastasia asked, “Do we really?” She didn’t think they did. They could get through this without him. Maybe she could find someway to kill him off on this journey. Tatiana sighed and rolled her eyes. This was going to be a long journey. She was trapped with Fyedka and Anastasia. If they didn’t kill each other, she would kill them both. They were absolutely aggravating, and she was stuck with them but that’s what you get when you put a princess assassin in with a street urchin and put a lady-in-waiting, who had never really been out of the castle before, together on a mission to save the kingdom. Tatiana stormed off and let Anastasia and Fyedka duke it out. She honestly didn’t know which one she was voting for, but she wouldn’t be the least surprised if one of them was dead by the time she came back. When she finally came back, Anastasia glanced up. “What took you so long?” she asked. “Well, I was going to come back to my quarters,” Tatiana said. “But then she remembered that you’d be here too,” Fyedka jumped in, whacking Anastasia in the head. Anastasia returned the favor and the two of them were off. Tatiana shook her head and walked tiredly into her tent. It was going to be a long journey. |
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