Prompt: They were perfect for each other. But, like two parallel lines, they could never intersect.
Everyone told them that they would be perfect for each other. That they would be the perfect match. No one could be better for the other than the other. Perfection would be the two of them together. However, it wasn’t meant to be. The two of them simple continued to miss each other. So close, yet so far. The two of them were like two parallel lines, they would come so close, and yet they would never intersect. They would spent their lives walking side by side, without being coupled. Do you know of any people like that? Where people say they are perfect for each other, and yet nothing comes of it?
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Prompt: As enjoyable as that sounds, I think I’ll pass.
“We’re going to a carnival and get our futures told,” Ryan clapped her hands in delight, “You should come with us.” He wasn’t originally part of the plan, but when Susan came into the picture, Ryan figured that it would be the perfect time to get Susan and Aaron together. “Wow,” Aaron coughed, “Well...um...as enjoyable as that sounds,” he rolled his eyes, “I think I’ll pass.” “Oh come on,” Ryan said, “It’ll be fun.” “I’m not big into psychics and the whole future telling thing. It’s a bunch of bologna.” “Who cares? It’s a blast!” “Nope, I’m good, thanks.” “Susan will be there,” Ryan said, her eyes showing that she knew just how to get his attention, but she also knew he had pride, so she walked out of the room, giving him time to ‘think’ it over and come up with a reason for him to suddenly come to this decision. Prompt: He felt entirely underdressed Aaron glanced around at the others. They all seemed to have gotten the memo to dress up. He glanced down at his clothes. They weren’t bad, per say, but they were nowhere near on par with the rest of the group. He felt entirely underdressed. He was just thinking of leaving and going to change when Susan came up to him with a smile on her face. “Hey, you came,” to be honest, she hadn’t known if he would. He was the one person that she had a hard time reading. Most people were like an open book to her, and she could see these intricicities everywhere she went, except with him. He was a total mystery to her. Sometimes she’d be able to read him, but then other places he was a blank sheet that she couldn’t shed any light on. “Yeah,” Aaron said, “I figured I should,” he shrugged, “After everything that they did for us. And they did ask, but you know, I think I just,” he began easing backwards toward the door, his hand on the handle, ready to turn it and run. “Oh no you don’t,” she grabbed his wrist and began to pull him away from the door, “You were invited, you’re here, and you’re going to stay here.” “No,” he shook his head, “I uh.” “Come on,” she begged, “Please,” her eyes widened and she got that look that children have mastered so well, to wrap you around their little finger, but usually disappears as a person grows, but didn’t with her. Aaron couldn’t say no to her. He sighed, and allowed himself to be lead into the room. Prompt: Something crazy happens when you take your dog for a walk.
“Come on Skip, let’s go,” I wave the leash, urging him to hurry and make his way toward me. He comes bounding up to me, with a little bark. He wagged his tail excitedly and panted. His excitement made it difficult to put his leash on, but I was getting used to it. I managed to get it on, and we headed out the door, with him doing more of the leading, and it was more like he was walking me than me walking him, but I didn’t mind. Let him have his fun. “Hold up Skip,” I called, nearly breathless at the fast pace that he was dragging me. He barked in response, but didn’t slow down. As we continued to move, the world seemed to blur around me, and faded. When it came into focus, the world changed around me. Gone was everything that I was familiar with. The houses all looked different, trees that didn’t exist now were there, buildings that used to be there no longer were. “Skip, hold up!” I called. He stopped and glanced around at me, his head cocking to one side, as if he was trying to comprehend what I was trying to tell him, “Sit,” he sat. I glanced around me. Where was I? Where could I possible be? What on earth had happened? Had I hit my head? That must have been it. While being dragged by Skip through the streets, I must have fallen and hit my head, and I was in some kind of dream state. I would just have to wait for me to wake up. Maybe if I closed my eyes really tight and thought long and hard, I’d wake up. So I tried it….Nothing….I tried it again….Again, nothing…. “Come on Skip,” I said uncertainly. I didn’t know what to do, but he was getting anxious, and I knew I needed to find people, maybe they could at least tell me where I was...or when I was…. The next thing I know, I’m racing down the sidewalk once again. The world blurs and fades, I am back on my own street, walking towards home. I shook my head. I must be imagining things. Prompt: “Good morning, Agent.” / “No.” / “I believe the proper response is good morning.” / “No.” / “Yes, but-” / “No.”
“Good morning, Agent,” Susan said, as Agent Michaels stormed past him. “No,” Agent Michaels shook his head, storming into his office. “I believe the proper response is good morning,” Susan stated, not going to allow Agent Michaels to get away with storming off like that and not answering her question. “No,” he said even more forcefully, glancing up at her, his face set in a stern scowl. “Yes, but-” Susan started. “NO,” he said even more forcefully, staring her down. Susan put her hands on her hips and stared back at him, giving him a stern scowl herself. With her hair in dutch braids and her hands on her hips, and that scowl on her face, she looked very much like a five year old who was trying to scold her parents for doing something that she didn’t like. Agent Michaels looked at her, a smile was forcing its way onto his face, but was being fought down. He was losing their stare-down, and Susan could see it. “Good morning,” Susan said, again, brightly as she wore him down. “Good morning,” he said, with more than a scowl than a smile, not really meaning it, but trying to appease Susan. Susan wiggled her shoulders slightly, accepting his good morning. “Anything else?” he asked. He wanted her to stay, and the desire confused him. “No,” she shook her head, and walked out of the room. He stared at her as he left, having to shake his head in order to clear it and get on with his work. Prompt:Write about a time when two characters had class together.
Gemma waited by the door, waiting for her first class of the new school year. Her stomach was in knots. She always got nervous on the first day of school, and it just got worse as she grew older. She had just plopped down on the ground, anticipating a long wait, when Lance came and sat down next to her. “Hi,” Lance said, “Are you in this class too?” “Yeah,” Gemma smiled, “I’m really excited. It should be a fun class.” “Fun? Really?” Lance asked, looking over at her like she had just come back from the crazy farm. The crowd in the hallway grew larger before the door magically swung open. Gemma and Lance were the first ones to walk into the classroom. They stopped and glanced around the empty classroom. No chairs, desks, not even a projector mounted on the ceiling. The other kids crowded behind them to see what the holdup was. Murmurings went around the ground, as they all tried to figure out what was going on, and why they were in an empty classroom. Finally, Gemma, whose mother was a teacher, came to her senses and strode inside and plopped down on the ground. Lance followed behind her and sat down behind her. After waiting for ten minutes, Lance started to play with Gemma’s hair. “What are you doing back there? Tying my hair in knots?” Gemma asked as Lance once again accidentally pulled Gemma’s hair. “I’m trying to braid it,” he said, biting his lip as he concentrated on his masterpiece. “I was kind of hoping to still have hair for my next class.” “You will, you will,” Lance assured her, “And you’ll be able to go to class with a great new hairdo.” Gemma didn’t comment as she silently prayed that she would still have hair left by the time he was finished. Luckily, the arrival of the professor put an end to Lance’s hair styling. Prompt: "I'm going to pretend I got a super important text and go somewhere that's not here, so....bye."
Skye walked into the house after taking a long walk. THe most delicious aroma flooded her nose. She put her coat in the closet before following her nose into the kitchen. ALysha was standing at the stove, making an odd face at whatever she had just made. “Hey you,” Skye said. “Oh hey!” Alysha said, “Could you taste this for me? It’s missing something. I just don’t know what it is.” Before Skye was able to respond to that question, Alysha was shoving a spoonful of sauce into Skye’s mouth, looking at her expectantly. A symphony of herbs and spices hit her taste buds. IT was delicious, but ALysha was right, there was something missing, SKye just wasn’t quite sure what it was. She wasn’t a chef. She couldn’t taste something and say that it needed to have more salt or whatever, all she was useful at was saying that there was something off and wishing the chefs good luck on trying to figure out what that thing was. “Maybe it needs more garlic powder,” Alysha said as Skye continued to mull over the taste. “Sure…” SKye agreed. Alysha turned back to her experimentation and Skye pushed herself up onto the counter, ready to lend a helping hand, or taste buds at a moment’s notice. “Charles has a Funky Town job tomorrow,” SKye said, trying to make small talk. “So? Why should I care?” Alysha asked, grabbing a knife from a drawer in order to cut up some vegetables, “HE can take care of himself. It’s not like he’s supporting us, paying our bills or anything….I’ve got my own Funky Town jobs.” “Okay,” Skye said slowly, “Just thought you’d want to know….you know, go with him, get out of the house.” “Why do you want me out of the house?” “No reason. I just know you. YOu can’t be very content staying inside all day, whipping up one culinary experiment after another. That’s just not who you are. It’s never been who you are, and I figured it might be nice if you and CHarles went out and enjoyed yourselves...you know, made up.” “You know what?” ALysha asked, whirling around to look at Skye, “My and Charles’ relationship has nothing to do with you, okay? So just drop it.” “Yeah, well now you know what it feels from our side of things now don’t you? So stop being such a hypocrite and leave me alone.” ALysha turned back to her cutting and Skye simply stared at the ground as she let her feet swing loosely, her hand going unconsciously to her neck. Charles walked in and stopped in the doorway, and looked at the two girls. “Alysha?” he asked softly. Alysha whirled around once again, her knife poised in the air. “Can we talk?” he asked. Skye nodded, knowing that he wanted to speak to Alysha alone she said, “I’m going to pretend I got a super important text and go somewhere that’s not here, so….bye,” she jumped off the counter. She stopped in the doorway, placing a hand on Charles’ arm, “You might want to go outside to have this conversation,” she looked at the knife in Alysha’s hand, and then around at all the pots and pans, “There are a lot of sharp objects, and other...dangerous weapons in here.” “Thanks for the tip,” Charles smiled, “I’ll keep that in mind.” Skye nodded and made a quick getaway. Charles glanced around the kitchen. Skye was right, the kitchen was a dangerou place to have this conversation, or any conversation really, especially a conversation between the two of them, seeing as they all had the potential to get extremely heated, extremely fast. “Could we maybe go outside?” Charles asked. “No,” ALysha said firmly, “I’m cooking at the moment and I don’t want anything to burn.” “Okay,” Charles conceded and he walked into the kitchen, “Listen, I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said the things that I said. They didn’t mean anything.” “Really? Because it seemed to me that you at least meant a little of what you said, otherwise, why would you say it? We don’t lie to each other. YOu know that!” “I know...I know...and I said them, I’m not trying to deny that, but it was just a tense situation, and I was tired and not thinking clearly. I don’t regret taking you guys in. I don’t.” “Oh come on,” ALysha said, “Yes you do. WE made your life difficult. You went from living on your own, with your own rules, not being accountable to anyone but yourself, to suddenly being chased by a mad scientist who killed a girl in one of your safe houses, making it impossible to go there again, and then you had to drag two women and a hysterical three year old all around the country trying to stay away from said evil scientist and then the hysterical three year old got you arrested! What’s there not to regret? Huh?” “Knowing you guys,” Charles said, “Yes, everything you said is true, and yes, my life got very complicated very quickly after hooking up with you guys, but I don’t regret meeting you guys or getting to know you.” Alysha stared at Charles, very slowly she began to lower her knife and placed it on the counter. Charles let out a breath of air that he didn’t know he had been holding until he was gulping air again. “So….” Charles said when they remained in silence, “You want to go to a Funky Town with me tomorrow?” “Okay,” Alysha said slowly, “Now, this doesn’t mean I need you or anything.” “Of course not,” Charles was quick to agree. “It’s just...a….HOBBY….I really enjoy and want to do.” “Naturally,” Charles said, ignoring her glaring look at the word hobby. Alysha nodded and picked her knife back up and began chopping vegetables. “Now, why don’t you go make yourself useful and set the table?” Alysha called over her shoulder. Charles let out a small smile. For all my Utahn friends and readers out there: "Happy Pioneer Day!"
Since it is a holiday (at least a state one) Torri chose to do a holiday themed one. It's not a specific holiday, just a holiday. I kind of did the Fourth of July (cause these characters aren't in Utah). I hope you enjoy it. You get to see Susan and Aaron (Agent Michaels) together, which is always fun. Prompt: “Come on, it’s a holiday. Let’s just forget about it and have fun!” Susan stared over at Aaron Michaels. His jaw was set in a thoughtful grimace, as if he had a lot on his mind and didn’t know what to do with the information that was being stuffed in his mind. “Hey, it’s a holiday,” Susan said, sitting down next to him, and giving him a playful nudge, “Now’s not the time for serious thoughts.” Aaron glanced over at Susan. Her face was shining with excitement, it was flushed from rushing about and laughing too hard. She looked very much like a child with her hair in pigtails, with ribbons holding them together, and the constant loose strands of hair that always seemed to be escaping when it came to children. He hadn’t been too thrilled when Susan was put into his department, but his was the only opening, and he had been stuck with her. He had kept a steady eye out on her, watching her every move, just waiting for her to mess up, to give him some reason to get rid of her, but she had proved him wrong. She had done everything perfectly. She managed to find connections that not even his best men could have done. They couldn’t have taken down David, or even Dr. Harris if it hadn’t been for her and her keen eye. He couldn’t understand how Agent Jeffries, FBI Agent could go to Susan Jeffries, child, in less than .2 seconds. How was she able to maintain that innocence and youthful zeal for everything after all that she had seen? It never ceased to amaze him. “Bad guys don’t stop just because it’s a holiday,” Aaron shrugged, as much to wave off her comment as to get those thoughts of Susan out of his mind. “I know,” Susan said, seriously, “But, it’s a holiday,” her voice held the edge of a child about to pout in order to get her own way. “I know,” Aaron said, “That doesn’t change anything.” “Oh come on,” Susan tugged at Aaron’s arm, “It’s a holiday. Let’s just forget about all the bad guys and the paperwork that will be waiting for us when we go in tomorrow and just have some fun.” Her eyes widened, begging him to come with her; to get out of his little corner of solitude and have some fun. Grudgingly, more to keep Susan from jerking his arm out of his socket than anything else, he stood up and followed her to where they were setting off fireworks and playing with sparklers. Prompt: “Come in to my office so I can explain in painstaking detail how big of an idiot you are.” / “Do I have a choice?” / “No.”
“Agent Douglas,” Agent Michaels caught Kevin as he passed his boss’ office door. “Yes sir,” Kevin said. “It has come to my attention that you and this Libby, Jenny, Skye, whatever her name is,” Agent Michaels couldn’t figure out which was the correct name, “have a history.” Kevin looked down at his feet, his hand reaching up to his hair. “Um, yes, sir,” he said, his hand finding his hair, and running through it. “I heard it’s a serious history.” “I can handle it,” Kevin said, squaring his shoulders. Agent Michaels nodded. “We can take you off the case. There’s no shame in it,” Agent Michaels explained. “I’m fine,” Kevin assured. “Well, then,” Agent Michaels gestured Kevin closer, “I heard you’ve got an idea.” Kevin suspected that. Agent Michaels heard everything, eventually. “I’ve heard the plan,” Agent Michaels continued, “Now, why don’t you come into my office so I can explain in painstaking detail how big of an idiot you are?” “Do I have a choice?” Kevin asked, his hair was a mess that even a comb would be hard pressed to fix. “No,” he shook his head, and ushered Kevin inside. Kevin sat on the edge of his seat, running his fingers through his hair while Agent Michaels looked him over. “You are an idiot,” Agent Michaels said without preamble, “You are grasping at straws and you know it.” “I am not,” KEvin said, although he knew all too well that he was. “You are obviously too close to this situation. Honestly, having civiliians do this? And not only civilians, but ones we’ve just arrested, who have already been there done that? You’re going to send them back? A person you say you care deeply for and a woman who is obviously emotionally unstable? You are going to put them through all of that?” Kevin looked down at his feet. When it was put that way, it did sound insane, but it was the only way he could think of to get them out of the trouble they were in. It would catch the real killer, and it could help ease the other charges. It was dangerous, but it would let them walk free and not rot in a jail cell for the rest of their lives. He felt responsible for what had happened. He had to fix it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Agent Michaels eyed Kevin. Kevin nodded affirmatively. Agen Michaels breathed, shook his head to help him clear it, then slowly he nodded. “If you’re sure.” Kevin nodded, and got to his feet. It was the only way. |
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