Prompt: I love you/ Don’t do that to yourself.
Kevin took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. He might as well just get it over with. He pushed the send button. She may not want to be in the same rom as him, but he certainly wasn’t going to allow that to stand in his way of winning her back. His phone dinged back and he read their conversation” I love you. Don’t do that to yourself. Why do you believe that you don’t deserve love? I care about you too much to allow you to do that to yourself. Love isn’t some terrible thing you should fight. It’s beautiful and something you should fight for at all costs. ‘You deserve so much better than I can give you,’ Skye’s fingers started to type, but she simply erased it and said: You can only fight for so long before you simply give up. Why? I’m done. Just let it go. I’m not going to give up on you. Skye’s heart ached. She knew that he meant exactly what he said. He wasn’t going to give up on her not matter how hard she tried to push him away.
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Prompt: “Did you miss me?” he asked, a hint of a devilish grin in his eyes./ “No,” I replied, stopping my real feelings from creeping up my throat and satisfying his cruel curiosity.
“Good-bye,” he said, giving me a peck on the cheek and walking away. I hadn’t seen him since. His leaving had crushed my soul. I had curled myself up in a ball, and refused to eat anything for days on end, didn’t even leave my room for over a week and a half. My friends literally had to drag me out of my bed and out on the town. He had been my world. It wasn’t until months later that I realized what a real jerk he was. He had manipulated my emotions. He had kept me dangling on a string, making me feel loved and appreciated when all he had been doing was using me, and once I had stopped being useful to him, he had ditched me like an old sponge. He had made me feel so important only to cause me to doubt my self-worth in a matter of moments. I was finally over him. I was ready to move on with my life and be happy with someone else. He must have radar or something, because it was at that moment he decided to walk back into my life and turn it upside down all over again. “Miss me?” he asked, a hint of a devilish grin in his eyes. My heart fluttered, and my breath started to come in slight gasps. I could feel my face flushing, even though I was trying to squash it. “No,” I replied, making sure my real feelings weren’t going to creep up and satisfy his cruel curiosity, cause in reality, I wasn’t as over him as I thought I was, and seeing him brought all those old memories resurfacing. “Yeah right,” he laughed, putting his arm around my shoulders and squeezing me. “It’s true. I haven’t missed you at all. You leaving was the best thing that ever happened to me.” “You’ve missed me, and you know it,” he tried to kiss me, but I backed away from him. I couldn’t let him get to me. Not again. It had taken me months to get over him, and I wouldn’t be able to manage it a second time. I WASN’T going to do it again. I COULDN’T do it again. It would be the end of me. I had to stay strong, otherwise I would be nothing more than a shell of a person. “I’m happy,” I said, pulling away from him, “I have the perfect boyfriend now and I am moving on with my life. I want nothing to do with you. So just leave me alone,” I moved further away from him, trying to get away with him without looking like I was trying to escape from him and the situation. “Well,” he hedged, “Alright then……” He looked momentarily puzzled, not at all like his cool, collective person that he usually had. It made me feel really great inside, knowing that I was able to cause Mr. Unflappable, to get that look on his face. It meant I had done it. I had won In society we have this idea of what toys girls should play with and what toys boys should play with. What is girly and what is manly. And we box things up, not allowing people to step out of the boxes that we have. But life isn't black and white. There are shades of gray.
Boys can play with dolls, girls can play with trucks. It's okay for boys to like the color pink, and girls hate glitter and princesses. Everyone has different faucets, and that's okay. It's normal. Let the kids play and express themselves. That way they can learn how to express themselves when they get older, and be able to feel comfortable doing so, without having to worry about being an outcast or being looked down upon because they are expressing themselves in a way that isn't the 'correct' way to express themselves in our little box society. Prompts: As a child, he’d been told dolls were for girls. With a strange look on his face he watched his son push his doll around in a perambulator. “What’s wrong?” his wife asked, walking up to the window and staring out at their son. “My son is playing with dolls,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “So?” He looked over blankly at his wife. Throughout his entire childhood he had been told that dolls were for girls. Boys weren’t supposed to play with dolls, they were supposed to play with cars and trucks and things like that, you know, manly type of toys. “It’s okay,” his wife said, rubbing his shoulders, “Boys can play with dolls. It’s not going to hurt any.” “But…” he started to say, but his wife cut him off. “Playing with dolls will help teach him how to be a great father someday. It’s okay to let kids play with different toys. Boys can play with dolls. Girls can play with trucks. It’s not the end of the world. It helps them get to know different sides of life.” Prompt: Spare some change please?
He sat on the sidewalk, covered with as many layers as he could find in order to keep away the chill of the day, the day was getting colder with each passing minutes, causing his fingers to go numb around the handle of the cup he was holding out to get some change. “Please sir,” he croaked out as a nice gentleman passed by him, “Spare some change please?” he held out his cup, his eyes going puppy dog wide. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” the man said, walking away from him. That was the tenth time a person had simply walked away from him without putting anything in his cup. It didn’t look like he was going to get a meal today, at least not with the proceedings he was getting today Alright, there you go. I'm all caught up. Thanks for your patience.
Prompt: “Oh darling, he never even loved you.” Carrie held her knees to her chest and burrowed her face into her available knees. She wasn’t going to allow herself to cry. She was stronger than that. “That’s right, accept your fate, you’re mine now,” the man sneered, looking into her cell. “Never,” Carrie raised her head to look at the man, “I’ll be rescued.” “By whom? That weak little man you call a brother? Or his pathetic little friend? Or maybe you had another man in mind,” the man sneered again, “Like a dark haired shadow that you have fallen for? Oh please, I hear things,” the man said to Carrie’s confused face, “I know everything. I know how much you love him and how much you hope that he’ll come swooping in to save you like he did for Felicia, but you want to know what else I know?” Carrie didn’t really want to know, but that did’t seem to bother the man any, “He won’t do the same for you. He loves Felicia, he came to rescue her because of his love for her, but you…. why would he save you?” “He….” Carrie faltered, “He….he’s my friend….he,” “He lied to you,” the man cut her off, “He pretended to care, to “love you,” but darling, oh darling he never loved you, never even cared for you. You mean nothing to him. You are less than nothing to him.” “No,” Carrie cried, “That’s not true, it’s not. He does care for me, he does.” She placed her hands over her ears but it was too late, they were bouncing around in her head, stuck on repeat until it drove her up the wall. Wearily Hunter laid his head down on Carrie’s lap. Carried didn’t even think, she began to run her fingers through his hair. It was softer than she thought it would be. She could spend hours just letting his hair flow through her fingers. Without even realizing it she had begun to hum. She didn’t realize it until Hunter said,
“Don’t’ stop.” “What?” Carrie asked, she was still playing with his hair, so he couldn’t be talking about that, so she had no idea what he could be talking about. “You were humming,” Hunter explained simply, “Don’t stop.” After thinking for a moment, she resumed her humming, lulling Hunter more and more into a relaxed state for the first time in years he managed to sleep without nightmares haunting him the moment he closed his eyes. Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I did do a prompt though, so this is for yesterday.
Prompt” Give her back to me. It seemed like everyone he went to for help had the same old run around. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed an expert. He needed someone who could go the distance. He needed Hunter. Hunter, I hope that this letter finds its way to you. I need your help. My daughter, Sasha, has been taken and I have no idea of where she has gone. I’ve been trying to find her for several years now with no success. I need yy daughter back to me. I am willing to pay you generously for your help. Time to take away from Hunter and his group of friends....So here is today's prompt.
Prompt: You declare to the heavens that you will never fall in love. Aphrodite herself took it as a challenge. Our society has forgotten the gods of old. We have made them myths and legends, they have simply become old stories to tell. However, they are far from simply stories. We may have forgotten the gods, but they certainly haven’t forgotten about us and they love to dabble in our lives, just to keep things interesting. “I am swearing off love,” Abby said, tossing a pillow in the air and catching it as it came back down, “I vow that I am never going to fall in love.” That comment caught Aphrodite’s attention. Someone swearing off love? Impossible! She would make sure that that comment never came to fruition. It was her forte, she wouldn’t let it go down without a fight. “Why?” Laney asked, propping herself up on her elbow to get a better look at her friend. “Well, for starters, I never meet any eligible men, and when I do they are ones that I simply run into once and then never see again, and if by some miracle I actually do get a chance to get to know them, they aren’t interested me in like that. So I’m not going to let it get to me. I’m just going to allow myself to be single and loving it,” Abby sat up and pressed the pillow up against her abdomen, “I don’t need a man. My life is perfectly fine. I don’t need to have to deal with all the stress that guys bring with them. “But it’s so much nicer to curl up with a man when you’re stressed out, than a pillow.” “I’ll take ice cream, a pillow, and a good book any day over a boyfriend.” Laney laughed and the doorbell rang. The girls raced to the door. Aphrodite laughed. She would get Abby. “Hello,” the pizza delivery guy said. He was tall, dark, and handsome. A guy who naturally turned head wherever he went, but with a personality that didn’t seem to notice or realize the effect that he had on women. “Hi,” Laney said, her face flushing red. “How much do we ow you?” Abby asked at the same time, refusing to allow her head to be turned by the sight of that man and his looks. It didn’t matter anyway she thought to herself to keep her mind in control. ‘I’m never going to see him again.’ Aphrodite simply laughed, little did Abby know that she had the Goddess of love on her case. She wasn’t going to simply allow this to fade away. She would push it as much as she could push it. For the next few days Aphrodite pushed the two of them into each other everywhere that they went. It was on one such occasion when he finally stepped up and started a dialogue going. “Hey, we really need to stop bumping into each other like this,” he joked. “Cute,” Abby said with an eye roll. “I have a feeling that you don’t like me all that much.” “It’s not you. It’s all men,” Abby explained, “I’ve sworn off them.” “Oh, you’re….” he said uncertainly. “No,” Abby jumped in, “It’s not that. I’m just done with the whole flirting, dating scene, you know? It’s just ridiculous and I’m completely over it.” He nodded his head as if he understood but in reality he didn’t understand a single thing, but he was willing to let it go. “Well since we seem to be seeing each other everywhere we go, can we at least be friendly with each other?” Abby eyed him warily, but allowed herself to be convince that he was being sincere in his desire to be friends. “Okay,” she gave in. The two of them had a wonderful friendship from then on out. Prompt: She dreaded his return
She kept herself curled up in a corner as he came into the room. She had hoped that he would leave her alone, but it was a vain wish and she had known it. “I came to say good-bye,” he said, crossing the room in two steps, “And to show that there are no hard feelings about what happened last night.” He grabbed her elbow and pulled her to her feet. He caressed her cheek, pushing her stray hairs behind her ear and looked deeply into her eyes before slowly moving his gaze down to her lips. He put his large lips on hers, giving her a wet, unwanted, and unreciprocated kiss. “Oh come on now, don’t be mad,” he said as she turned away from his kiss, “Last night wasn’t all my fault. I was only trying to give you a nice night. You were the one who went and spoiled it all. So why don’t you come on and give me a kiss. Prove there are no hard feelings,” he placed another hard, bruising kiss on her lips before allowing her to fall back on the floor as he walked off and headed off to work, giving her eight blissful hours by herself without worry of him walking through the door and tormenting her with his presence. She looked forward to his leaving every morning and she dreaded his return every night. She had to find a way to get out of this place. |
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