Prompt: Thank you for letting me go, because I wouldn't have walked away."
I want to say thank you, Thank you for pushing me away, Thank you for making me an unwelcome Addition to your life. Thank you for squeezing me out. Thank you for letting me go, Because I wouldn't have walked away. I would have suffered forever. I wouldn't have cared. I would have held on. I would have let you suffocate me. I would have died, A thousand deaths, But never walk away. So thank you, Thank you for doing what I couldn't. Thank you for letting me go, To let me live.
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Prompt: "I just kissed your forehead, chill."
Arisena leaned heavily against Zerick's chest. She was exhausted from fighting and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. She was just about to drift off when she felt something press against her forehead. It was both soothing and unnerving at the same time and she quickly sat upright and looked over at Zerick in confusion. "Did you...did you just...kiss my forehead?" she asked, still trying to process what she had felt. "Yeah," Zerick said equally as slowly, as if he had to think about whether that was really what he had done. "Why?" Arisena's heart began to race and she didn't quite know why, but the thought of Zerick kissing her forehead was more unnerving than the actual act had been. "No one can know," Arisena continued. "I just kissed your forehead," Zerick said, confused by Arisena's reaction, "Not proposed marriage, chill." "Chill? Chill? How am I supposed to chill?" Zerick didn't say anything, he just pulled Arisena close and kissed her. "Like that," he said as their lips pulled away from each other. Prompt: "I love you," I said, and stabbed him.
Felicia watched as the guards closed in on them. They were running out of time and there was no escape. She glanced over at Allen. He nodded his head encouragingly. They both knew what had to happen. "I love you," Felicia said softly as she pressed the knife into him. "I love you too," Allen gasped as he drew his last breath. Prompt: "You were dead. Dead in my arms, and I...I...," he rubbed a hand across his face, shaking his head. / "I heard you call my name," she whispered, "I heard you order me to fight." / "First damned time you ever listened." / She smiled, but sadness swelled in her chest, "Don't get used to it."
"You were dead," Zerick said. His heart was still breaking from the thought. Emotions flooded through him, fear mixed with relief. He wanted to laugh and cry. He had no idea how to handle this. He was never taught how to handle this kind of emotion, or any kind of emotion, really. He was a soldier. It was his job to be strong, to not feel anything. He had no idea what to do when he actually felt something. He rubbed his hand across his face, hoping to erase all the fear he had been feeling, trying to erase all the pain, all the fear, all the emotions. He liked it better when he didn't feel. It was so much easier. He shook his head. "Dead in my arms, and I...I...," he continued. He couldn't keep the words from coming out of his mouth. She had died. There was no possible reason why she was still alive right now, no logical reason she had pulled through. He had thought he had lost her, and had all the evidence to back him up on it. "I heard you call my name," Arisena whispered, still weak from her ordeal, she could barely speak above a whisper. She reached out and grabbed Zerick's hand and held it as tightly as she was able to, which was little more than placing her hand on top of his hand, but it was enough. "I heard you order me to fight." "First damned time you ever listened," Zerick half laughed and half cried. She smiled weakly, but there was a sadness that swelled inside her chest. "Don't get used to it," she ordered. "Never," Zerick confirmed. He knew that this was the first and last time he could ever hope for the miracle of her listening to him. But he would take it. As long as she was alive, he would gladly deal with her pigheaded, stubborn ways. Prompt: Surprise, Surprise
"Looks like Lance forgot, again," Michelle rolled her eyes, aggravated at Lance's lack of common decency. If she could, she would strangle him herself, but she was a good girl, and good girls didn't go around strangling people. "Surprise, surprise," Michael shrugged. He had long ago stopped caring about Lance's lack of common curtesy. It was easier that way. Prompt: Forget? He never forgets. He doesn't forget the ghosts in his lungs or the skeletons in his closet. He doesn't forget when he wakes up screaming and he never forgets as he falls to his bloody knees finished to the bone. Don't ask him if he forgets because he never forgets. He'll never forget this. "Do you think he'll just forget all of this ever happened?" Carrie asked. She had never felt more stupid and she wanted to just forget any of this ever happened. She wanted everyone to just forget it ever happened. "Forget?" Jesse asked, "Hunter?" Jesse stared at Carrie. Hunter didn't forget things. He never forgets. His greatest curse was to remember. Everything. No. He never forgets. He doesn't forget the ghosts in his lungs or the skeletons in his closet. He doesn't forget when he wakes up screaming and he never forgets as he falls to his bloody knees, finished to the bone. He never forgets. He remembers. Everything. It is his blessing. It is his curse. "Don't ask me that," Jesse said, "You know the answer. Don't ask if he'll forget because you know, he never forgets. He'll never forget this." Carrie nodded as she buried her head in her hands. "But that's a good thing. This is something you don't want him to forget. It isn't often that he has good things to remember." Prompt: It's time Skye took a deep breath as she took a look in the mirror. She had been putting this off long enough, any longer and she would have Ryan barging into the bathroom and dragging her out kicking and screaming. Another deep breath. She could do this. It was time. Prompt: Centuries by Fall Out Boy
Mummified teenage dreams Haunt my dreams - They are legends Never told, Simply turning to dust. The stories are off, The kids are wrong, And their stories Fade into darkness. They'll never go down in history. Prompt: Picture prompt Bartholomew placed his hand on Eira's stomach, staring down at it as his mind whirled a mile a minute. Eira stared at Bartholomew, watching as the emotions waltzed across his face. What were they going to do? This wasn't exactly good news. They would be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out. This baby was going to be in huge danger. No one must ever know. But how to keep a secret like this in a world that thrived off of news and gossip? Prompt: Unhappy encounter/they run into each other on vacation Prompt: "I don't know," he says, "I was so sure that I was over her, that I didn't love her anymore," he sighs, "And then today, she ran past me, giggling and flipping her hair, looking back at her friend with a huge smile on her face." / A fog comes over him for a moment, remembering when she did that with him. / "I was so hopelessly in love with her. I guess that's something that takes a lot of time to get over." Jeremy paused in his tracks. There was Veronica, coming out of the ocean. "Hey," he smiled at her as she began to pass. "Hi," Veronica smiled back. It took a moment to register who he was, but her eyes began to sparkle when she remembered him. "How are you?" Veronica asked. "I'm good," Jeremy said. It had been years since they had last seen each other. They had been the perfect couple, and standing there, looking at her, he couldn't for the life of him remember why they had ended things. She was perfect. They had been perfect. What had gone wrong? "What are you doing here?" Jeremy asked, once he managed to find his voice again. "I'm here for my bachelorette party," she held out her hand so he could examine the ring on her finger. Jeremy's heart sunk. He had missed his chance. He had ruined everything. Now, she was with someone else and perfectly happy. "What's wrong?" Max asked as Veronica walked away. "I don't know," Jeremy said, "I was so sure that I was over her." He hadn't thought about her in ages. He had thought he had gotten over her. "I was so sure that I didn't love her anymore. Then, today, she runs past me, giggling and flipping her hair, looking back at her friends with a huge smile on her face." A fog washes over Jeremy for a moment, remembering when she did that with him. "I was hopelessly in love with her. I guess that's something that takes a lot of time to get over." He wondered if he would ever get over her, or if in another 10-15 years, they would meet again, and he would be just as in love with her then as he was now. Prompt: I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone.
I do not desire a mediocre love. I do not desire a half attempt. I want real love. I want to drown in someone. I want to give my all And receive all. I want to drown, And yet be perfectly safe. To know anything and everything About a person. To do anything for And have anything done. I want an overwhelming Kind of love. Prompt: And in the morning mists, when the knife goes in and twists, you'll watch your grand desires leave with nothing but a kiss.
"And in the morning mists," the oracle said, staring at Carrie. Carrie's stomach dropped and she reached out for Hunter's hand, hoping to find some kind of comfort. "When the knife goes in and twists." Hunter looked down at Carrie's hand in his and placed his other hand on hers. Carrie looked at him and smiled, allowing herself to be comforted. "You'll watch your grand desires," the oracle continued, "Leave with nothing but a kiss." Carrie's heart broke as Hunter kissed the tips of her fingers in comfort. Prompt: "Off with your head!" / 'I'm pretty sure that's not your line."
"Off with your head!" Ryan cried, pointing her want at anyone who would listen. "I'm pretty sure that's not your line," Skye said. This was Peter Pan, not Alice In Wonderland, and she was Tinker Bell, not the Red Queen. Prompt: You don't want someone to save you, not really, you want someone who will plant kisses on your scars and cover your bruised body with their own and hold you at 2 AM when your world has fallen apart and you've cried yourself into a coma. What you really want is someone who will help you save yourself. I don't want someone to save me. Not really. I can save myself. I don't need someone to do it for me. I want someone to be there. I want someone who Will plant kisses on my scars, Someone who covers my bruised body With their own. I want someone to hold me at 2 AM When my world is falling apart And I've cried myself into a coma. I don't want someone to save me. I want someone who will be there, Someone who will help me, As I save myself. Prompt: "That's not a happy story." / "Well I don't live a happy life."
"Tell me a story," Carrie begged as she cuddled up against Hunter and rested her head in his lap. Hunter absentmindedly began to play with Carrie's hair, much like he did when Chilly would come up and put her head in his lap. Not knowing what other stories to tell, Hunter told her a story of his childhood. "That's not a happy story," Carrie said as Hunter's story came to an end. "Well," Hunter sighed, "I don't live a happy life." "Well," Carrie said, sitting up to look at Hunter, "We're going to have to change that." Carrie smiled at him. She looked forward to changing his story to a happier one. |
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