Hunter is back :). He may go away sometimes, but he always manages to find his way back doesn't he?
Prompt: While he was gone she decided to look around his apartment. It was cozy but still very masculine. The only thing that didn’t seem to match the theme was *insert thing here* *I chose a moon flower* While he was gone, she decided to look around his apartment. It was cozy but still very masculine. The only thing that didn’t seem to match the theme was a moon flower. Carrie slipped into Hunter’s room. Even though she had a reason to be there, she felt as if she was intruding in his personal life. She kept glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one came in and caught her. It was a cozy place, a place where a person could relax after a long hard day, or an even longer, harder mission. She could definitely see Cara’s personality in this room, but it held a masculine quality as well that was fully masculine, and fully Hunter. It even smelled like Hunter. His presence was over everything. The only thing that didn’t match the theme was a dried moon flower that he had lying on a table. Curiously, Carrie picked it up and stared at it, a smile appearing on her lips. She never knew that Hunter could be so sentimental.
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Sorry, you've gotten double features twice in a row. I'm sorry. I'm going to try and do better. I promise.
The first prompt I thought it would be better, since it was history, and that's what I've been on a kick on lately, but I guess my mind is too wrapped up on the Revolutionary War era, and the people in that time, than in 1847. I'm not a big fan of that era, so I'm sorry it's not all that it's cracked up to be. However, the second one I really like. Prompt: Taking place in the year 1847, your character has to make a terrible choice between the destruction of the country or the destruction of their own people. “If I do this,” Arnold said, “Then we will all die.” Grayson nodded his head. He knew that all too well. “But if you don’t do this,” Grayson added, “Then all of this will be in vain.” Arnold sighed heavily. That was his choice. Destroy his own people and save the country, or save his people but destroy the country. Prompt: Person A: I’m in love with you. / Person B: Okay….In a romantic way, right? Not platonic? You actually are *in love with me*?/ Person A: sighs. Yes. I’m in love with you. IN a romantic way. / Person B:….”Why?” Jesse stared down at Serena, curled up in his arms. She stared at the sky, at the stars, with wonderment in her eyes, like a child who was still marveling at the beauty and magnitude of the world around her. His heart beat inside of his chest, and felt the warmth of love flooding through his body. “I’m in love with you,” Jesse whispered. He had said is softly, not really trying to keep it a secret, but not saying it too loudly either, almost as a way to keep the stillness of the world. “Okay,” Serena said slowly, turning her attention to look at him. Then, almost as if she had just thought of it she added, “In a romantic way, right?” she loved him in a romantic way, and she thought he loved her in a romantic way too, but she had been wrong about things like that before, and she just had to make sure that they were on the same page, “Not platonic. You actually are -in love with me-“ she said, making sure to put emphasis on the ‘in love’ part. Jesse looked down at her and gave a little shake of his head and a smile. Then, with a small, sad and yet laughing sigh he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. “Yes. I’m in love with you,” he looked at her once again, “In a romantic way.” He brought his lips down to meet hers and gave her a long kiss as if to prove his love to her. Serena stared at him for a moment. “Why?” she finally asked. Jesse let out a little laugh. “You know,” he smiled, “I’m not sure. I don’t love you because of anything. I just love you.” Warmth radiated through her entire being and she relaxed into his embrace as they watched the stars together. Yesterday I didn't get the prompt until late, so I apologize for not posting yesterday. So you get two prompts today :). I am really excited about the second prompt. It makes my heart happy and sad at the same time :).
Prompt: The boy slipped across the room. He was trying to be as quiet as possible. This was his chance to get into mom’s “secret” stash of candy. Only a few more steps and he’d be there. The floor made a loud creak. He froze, but it was too late, the hall light turned on. The little boy slipped across the room. He kept the lights off, trying to get in and out without anyone noticing. He had to be as quiet as possible, otherwise they’d wake up and it would be over. It was only late at night, when the rest of the family was asleep that he was able to find his way into his mom’s “secret” stash of candy. It wasn’t really secret. The entire family knew about the stash. They also knew where it was hidden. So, it wasn’t a big secret. It was just called that because they weren’t supposed to get in there. They weren’t supposed to eat it. But there was so much candy in there that she didn’t notice if a few pieces went missing here and there. The trick was not to get too greedy. Only one piece, and only once in a while, otherwise she’d know. He only needed to take a few more steps before he’d be there. A few more steps and he’d have his prize. He stepped onto the wooden floorboard. It let oud a loud creaking sound. The boy froze, praying that no one had heard the noise, praying that he wouldn’t get caught. It was too late. The hall light turned on, and people were coming. “What are you doing?” his mother asked. “Nothing,” he looked down at his feet with a guilty conscious. He didn’t dare look at his mother. He knew that she would have that look on her face. The look that said she knew that he was lying to her. “You were trying to get at my candy,” she answered her own question. He still didn’t say anything. “One piece,” she relented, “Then it’s off to bed.” His face lit up. “And no telling your sister, or no more candy.” He nodded his head. He could live with that. Prompt: “After everything, all of this, I can’t remember my own name. But you- somehow I know exactly who you are and I know what your name means. What it meant.” Lorielle stared at the man in front of her, staring at him as if he was a puzzle that she just couldn’t seem to be able to figure out. It was he was a word that she knew, that was on the tip of her tongue, and yet she couldn’t quite catch it, she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. “Lorielle,” breathed the name out before he could stop himself. He wasn’t supposed to see her. They were never supposed to meet. Not again. That wasn’t part of the plan, that wasn’t part of the agreement he had made. They were supposed to keep their distance, go their own separate ways and live their own lives. “Do I know you?’ Lorielle asked, staring at him. He had said her name. Well, the name she had been told was her name, once upon a time. She couldn’t actually quite recall what her name was, so she had just gone along with what she had been told. “Yes,” Maverick said, then shook his head, “I mean, no. No we don’t.” “What’s your name?” “M…maverick,” Maverick stammered, almost forgetting his own name at her question. Maverick. That name. She didn’t know why, but that name felt familiar. The name felt like home. It felt comfortable and safe. It felt better on her lips than her own name ever felt on her lips. His name. It meant something. She knew it. “Maverick,” she said, slowly letting the word coat her tongue, getting a taste of it, relishing in how sweet it felt. Maverick. The name did mean something. She knew from the quickening in her heart, and the warmth in her limbs. “We have met before,” she said softly. Maverick nodded his head, his heart beating wildly in his chest whether from excitement or fear he wasn’t sure. “After everything,” Lorielle continued, “All of this,” she put her hand up to the scar on her forehead. It was a scar that she didn’t remember getting. A scar that seemed to be the reasoning behind her memory loss. The scar that seemed to be the key to everything. “I can’t remember my own name.” Maverick stared at her. That wasn’t part of the plan. The plan was just for her to forget about him. Not for her to forget who she was. She was supposed to forget about the journey, that was all, not her very identity. Something definitely had gone wrong. “But you-“ she looked at him as if he held all the answers inside of him. And in a way, he did. He had Lorielle’s past in his memories. He knew who she was. He knew all the answers to the questions she had. “Somehow,” she continued, “Somehow, I know exactly who you are.” She did. She knew who he was. Maybe not consciously, but somewhere inside her body, somewhere inside her memories that she could no longer remember, she knew who he was. They may have taken the memories out of her head, but they hadn’t been able to take the memories out of her heart. “And I know what your name means.” It meant home. It meant safety. It meant adventure. Yet it also meant tragedy. It meant loss. Hope, happiness, peace, and sorrow all wrapped up together with an off center bow. “What it meant,” she corrected. Those days were long gone. Gone with the memories. Lost. All lost. Stolen from her. “I hope it still means something,” Maverick heard himself saying as he stepped closer to her. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew he should leave. He knew that this shouldn’t happen, but he couldn’t help himself. He reached over and took her hands in his, staring longingly at her. He placed his hand on the back of her neck and pressed his lips against hers, letting them melt together to create the perfect symphony. Ooh, so mysterious....I love it. Hope you do too.
Prompt: The rain came down in heavy sheets. He pulled his soaked fedora down to protect his eyes and moved forward. Where was she? Would he find her in time?/ A dark shape against the bridge railing caught his eye when the lightening flashed. He rushed forward and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. He couldn’t tell for the rain if she was crying or not, droplets streamed down her face. She opened her mouth to let out a cry, but when she saw it was him, she pleaded with her eyes. He only nodded and put his arm around her. He’d protect her. Rowan glanced at his watch. She was late. Brynn was never late. She was always on time, always. It was the servant in her. She was always told never to keep anyone waiting, and she never did. Rowan’s stomach dropped as he thought of all the horrible things that could have happened. He couldn’t simply stand around waiting. He had to find her. Not finding her in the castle, Rowan glanced at the windows staring outside. The rain was coming down in heavy sheets. It hammered against the windows making it sound like the windows were going to break at any moment with the sheer force. ‘No way,’ he thought to himself, ‘There’s no way she’s out there.’ Even as he thought it, he knew that there was no other option. Of course she was out there. Where else would she be? Rowan grabbed a jacket and a hat to try and keep himself as dry as possible, and pulling his hat down to protect his eyes he moved forward through the pouring rain. Where was she? Where could she possibly have gone? Would he find her in time? As Rowan reached the bridge they used to play at when they were kids, lightening flashed, illuminating a dark shape against the railing. The dark shape caught his eye. He knew without a doubt who it was. Brynn. It had to be. He rushed forward and grabbed Brynn’s arm, spinning her around so that they were facing each other. With the rain pouring down as hard as it was, Rowan couldn’t tell if the droplets streaming down her face where tears or simply rain droplets. Brynn’s mouth opened to start to let out a cry, but it got cut short when she recognized Rowan standing in front of her, holding her. Her mouth closed, leaving her silent, but her eyes continued to plead with him, yelling louder than the cry that she had nearly released. They didn’t have to say a word. He knew. Rowan nodded his head and put his arms around her, letting her tears mix with the rain soaking his clothes. He’d protect her. Oh dear :p, today we get to deal with 11 year olds :).
It also brings in Aaron and Susan, who you might remember from the trilogy that Torri and I are writing. They make me so happy. I think they may be my favorite couple in this trilogy, and yes, that is including Kevin and Skye, who I really enjoy too, but there is something special and oh so awkward about Susan and Aaron that just make me really happy. Prompt: “Why are 11 year olds so crazy?” / “I think it’s a scientific thing. Something about their blood….I’ll look it up.” Aaron stared wide-eyed at his 11 year old twin niece and nephew. As they danced, looking like spastic chickens, Aaron couldn’t help but wonder if he had gotten in way over his head. As they got crazier and crazier as the day wore on, Aaron began to wonder at how smart a choice this was. He was trying to be helpful to his sister by taking the kids while her and her husband went out of town for some work assignment - although he wouldn’t have been surprised if they didn’t really have a work thing and had just made it up in order to get a few days away from the children- but he hadn’t realized just what he was getting himself into. He managed to wrangle the children up and took them to FBI headquarters. As soon as they entered the doors, they shot off in all directions, making it seem like there were more of them than there actually were. “Why are 11 year old’s so crazy?” Aaron asked, walking up to Susan’s desk and sitting on the edge of it so one leg was planted firmly on the ground and the other dangled in the air. Susan looked up at Aaron’s deer in the headlight’s look and couldn’t help but laugh at the near fear in his eyes. “I think it’s a scientific thing,” Susan smiled. Seeing him worn out from spending the day with two eleven year old’s made her almost giddy with delight. This was a man who could handle even the toughest cases calmly and with dignity. This was a man who never got frazzled on the job. Yet, two eleven year old children had brought him nearly to his knees. His inability to handle real life, outside of the Bureau, gave him an undeniable charm that never ceased to melt Susan’s heart. “Something about their blood,” Susan continued. Kevin grimaced at the phrase as he walked past but didn’t say anything. Susan looked down almost guiltily. Although the situation with David had been over a year ago, apparently it was still a tender subject amongst the conners and those that loved them, like Henry and Kevin. “I’ll look it up,” Susan said, trying to continue with the joke and breeze over the fact that she had brought up such a tender subject. “While you’re at it, maybe you should look up what can be done to stop the craziness,” Aaron suggested. “I think the only cure is time,” Susan said sympathetically. Aaron pulled a little frowny face at the thought that there was no quick fix to his conundrum. “But I’m willing to help you out should you need it,” Susan said. He looked so much like a lost little puppy that she just couldn’t leave it be. She had to help him somehow. “I might just take you up on that,” Aaron said as the twins came running back to their uncle and dragged him off into their craziness. I really like this prompt.
Prompt: “Can we just….get along?” / Silence. / “Look, we’re kind of stuck together here, so we might as well make the best of it. Besides, I hate fighting with someone who’s supposed to be on the same side as me.” / Silence. / “Or you could just not talk to me…that will work.” Luna glowered at Alric as if she wanted to remove his head from his shoulders, which was exactly how she was feeling at the moment. “Can we just,” Alric started, staring at Luna, trying to make peace with her, “Get along?” he suggested. They were on the same side, after all. Even though Luna didn’t seem to believe that they were, and kept staring at him like she wanted him to disappear, preferably as a fireball. At his suggestion, Luna simply glowered at him harder as if the harder she stared at him the more likely he would to spontaneously combust and make her life complete. “Look,” Alric breathed, trying to get something out of Luna, “We’re kind of stuck together here,” he inched closer to her, as if to prove a point, “So,” he said slowly, “We might as well make the best of it,” he smiled, hoping that his tantalizing smile would be enough to melt Luna and convince her that they should work together. Luna inched away from him as far as she could, which, being in a small room together, wasn’t that far, but at least it was far enough to prove her point. “Besides,” Alric moved closer, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to move any further away from him, “I hate fighting with someone who’s supposed to be on the same side as me.” Luna crossed her arms and tried to make herself as small as possible so she could be as far away from him as much as she could in their little space. “Or,” Alric said slowly, out of ideas, “You could just not talk to me,” Alric’s mouth moved off to the side while his nose went to the other side as he gave up trying to get Luna to talk to him, “That will work.” It was going to be a long journey. If you had supernatural powers, which would you choose? This is the hardest question ever, there are so many good things out there. I think I would like to have the power to understand anything (different languages, animals, hard concepts, philosophy, etc). What is your choice?
Prompt: You have been accepted into a school for supernatural creatures. You decide to let your teachers and classmates guess what you are. “So,” a girl I later learned was named Angel, came up to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulders, “What do you do?” “What do you think I do?” I ask. When I had found out that I was accepted to this school for the supernatural, I decided that I wouldn’t tell anyone what it was that I did. The only people who would know would be the people who accepted me into the school, which meant, the principal and the superintendent. “You look like you’re a telekinetic,” Angel said, giving me a long, hard look. I stared at her and simply shrugged my shoulders. I wasn’t about to tell her what I did, I was having too much fun. Everyone wanted to know what I did, and the fact that I didn’t tell them made them so aggravated and frustrated, and it just made it all the more fun for me. I knew eventually I would have to tell them who I was and what I did, but now was not the time. Now was time for me to have some fun. Now was the time for them to guess what it was that I did. Well, here we go. I'm working on a new project, and this is one of the scenes from it. I hope you enjoy it.
Prompt: “You’re bleeding.” / “Whaaaat? I am not. The griffin barely left a scratch.” / “Cats leave scratches. Griffins leave gashes.” / “Hehe. That rhymes.” / “Shut up and get over here.” “You’re bleeding,” Luna said, staring at the blood that was seeping out of Alric’s side. “Whaaat?” he asked, looking down at his side and noticing the holes in his shirt where blood was seeping out of, “I am not,” he said with a shrug, even though it seemed to be an unnatural amount of blood coming out of his body, “The griffin barely left a scratch,” he tried to shrug it off, but he could feel himself getting light headed with how much blood he was losing. “Cats leave scratches,” Luna said, “Griffins leave gashes.” “Hehe,” Alric couldn’t believe that she had said that. It was probably the funniest thing that he had ever heard, “That rhymes.” As Alric continued to laugh his head off at Luna’s unintentional rhyme, Luna became more worried. It wasn’t that funny, and he certainly never laughed like that before. He must be losing a lot of blood if he was thinking it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. “Shut up,” Luna ordered, “And get over here.” She had to examine his wound and see just exactly what was wrong with him. She had to see how bad this wound was. Alric didn’t listen to her. He was still too busy cracking up over the fact that Luna had unintentionally rhymed while she spoke to him. So, Luna moved to him. She tried to lift his shirt, but he kept fighting her off. “Leave me alone,” he slurred his words, and his eyes were beginning to look a little glassy. “No,” Luna said, forcing his hands away from the shirt so she could lift it up. There were three long, ragged gashes on his side, where blood just seemed to be pouring out of it like a red waterfall. Alric wasn’t going to last for much longer if he kept bleeding at this rate. Luna looked around, hoping that something would magically come to her and she would know what she needed to do to fix this situation. Luna pulled at her orb and called for her dragon. Within moments, he arrived, ready to go. “Yes Your Majesty?” the dragon asked as he touched ground. “What do you know about fixing griffin wounds?” The dragon gently pushed Luna aside, and placed a long, hard paw against Alric’s wound. Alric let out a groan as the pressure turned to pain. Light erupted from the dragon’s paw and slowly, the wounds began to close. This is hard. Just FYI.
For this prompt I chose the Twelve Dancing Princesses because it was always my favorite fairy tale. I'm not quite sure why. It always seemed the most magical to me. I don't think it hurt that the youngest one was the observant one, the one who sensed they were being followed, and just seemed smarter than the rest, and I am the youngest child :p, so I connected with her. I just really enjoy it, and I LOVED the book Entwined, which is a different take on The Twelve Dancing princesses, and I LOVE it. It's so great :). It makes me happy reading it. If you haven't, I encourage you to read it. It'll be worth it. Prompt: Rewrite a famous fairytale. The twist? You have to tell the story backwards. The whole town celebrated the marriage of the soldier to the eldest daughter of the king. When all the festivities of the day wore down the soldier was named the heir of the kingdom. The world rejoiced, except for the eldest daughter, who was forced to marry the soldier. In her misery, her sisters and she took up dancing. They would dance, and dance until they could dance no longer, wearing holes into their slippers so they had to be repaired each and every day. The soldier, deeply in love with the princess, followed her through the forest to see where they went. His heart sunk. The twelve princesses danced each and every night with twelve princes. Actual princes, something that he could never be. He was a simple soldier, and while he had been given the honor of being king, he knew that he would never be what the princess needed him to be. So he slipped away, and ran into a witch, who gave him a cloak of invisibility. He slipped it on and roamed the country side, leaving the king to wonder where the princesses went each night. I saw this prompt on Pinterest today and I just knew immediately that I had to use it as our prompt today. I had the perfect scene for it. This is one of the rare times where I actually have a seen in my head and it actually comes out that way on the screen/paper that I'm working with. Usually I have an idea of where I'm going and then the story changes on me and I'm left scratching my head asking myself where that came from, but today, I had this vision in my head and it came out exactly the way I had thought it would.
It actually kind of mixes with another prompt that I had on my Pinterest board, "She was dragged across the throne room floor and thrown at someone's feet. Lifting herself up she looked into the face of the boy she met in the woods the night before. The same boy who kissed her." I think you'll really be able to see these two prompts mix together really well. Now, without further ado, go ahead and read today's prompt. I hope you enjoy today's prompt as much as I enjoyed writing it. Prompt: Hello darling, we are long overdue for a chat. Luna was dragged across the throne room floor and thrown at the king’s feet. With what little dignity she could muster, she lifted herself up onto her feet and found herself staring into the face of the boy, the man, she had met in the woods. She was standing face to face in front of the jester. The man who had supposedly wanted to help her, the man who was supposed to be her friend, her ally. Well, maybe friend was stretching it a bit. She knew she had been right to be cautious about him. She knew she had been wise to not trust him and question everything about him. She had had a feeling that he was going to be bad news eventually, and he ha just proved her right. He had duped her. Standing in front of her was the man who was supposed to help her. Standing in front of her was the man, who just the night before, had kissed her. He was a liar. A cheat. A traitor. She knew she shouldn’t feel as betrayed as she did. She should have, and had seen this coming a mile away, but she couldn’t help but feel more than a little hurt that he had actually proven her right. She had wanted nothing more than to be proven wrong. “Hello darling,” Alric smiled as their eyes met. “How dare you,” Luna seethed as she lunged toward Alric. Alric simply smiled at her attempt, and stepped aside, causing Luna to fall to the ground in a heap. The soldiers went to help her, but she shrugged them off. She could get up on her own. She didn’t need anyone’s help. “What do you want from me?” she asked, on her feet, and straining against her bindings to try and hold back the anger that was threatening to spill out of her. “It seems like you and I are long overdue for a chat,” Alric stepped closer to her, “Doesn’t it?” “I have nothing to say to you,” Luna gritted her teeth. “Oh, but you and I both know that you do,” Alric said. They had spent long enough in the forest together to know that Luna was never at a loss of words, and certainly was never at a loss of questions to ask. She always had to be in the know. She always had to know the why behind everything. Already, he could see that Luna was straining not to burst out with all the questions that were clambering to be asked. She had a curiosity that needed to be satisfied. The fact that she was fighting it actually made Alric a little sad, while he battled with the amusement he felt at the sight as well. This was definitely going to be fun. |
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