Prompt: “I’m too old to start again.”
Life was crumbling down around me. It was like the rug had been pulled out from underneath me. I had hit rock bottom and there was nothing I could do to dig my way up again. “I’m too old to start again,” I moaned, putting my head in my hands as I tried to come to grips with my terror.
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So, I will be going back to school and I have two jobs, so life may be getting a bit hectic for awhile, so I may not be able to post a prompt every single day. I'm going to try and post as often as possible. I'll try and do one each day, or every other day, or at the very least once a week. We'll have to play it by ear. I apologize for the inconvenience.
Prompt: The little boys idea of heaven was….. The assignment was easy. What was heaven? The little boy went to work, scribbling furiously. Most of them dreamed of lollipops, and dogs running wild. His was different. The little boy’s idea of heaven was family together. The mom racing toward her children and holding them tightly, swinging them into the air in excitement. Everyone was loved and happy. They were together with family and friends where no one was lonely or sad or scared or hurt. This scene happens right after the one right before this one. Hopefully this will make up for the last few days of not posting.
Prompt: “I’d like to see YOU figure out the difference between blood and marinara sauce.” “You know, it wasn’t real blood,” Jayson laughed as Lance and Gemma came back into the room. To prove it, he swiped some up on his finger and ate it. “That’s disgusting,” Anna said. “I’d like to see YOU prove that it’s marinara sauce and not blood,” Jayson challenged. Anna simply glared at Jayson and walked into the kitchen to get more food for their party. Prompt: “I just hate the sight of blood, you know?” / “Ok, don’t take this badly, but I think ‘assassin’ might be the wrong career for you.” Gemma shuddered, turning extremely pale at the sight of the big pool of red. She hurried to the bathroom. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. “Are you alright?” it was Lance’s voice, it sounded muffled, as if he was pressed up against the door. “Yeah,” Gemma said, weakly getting to her feet and opening the door. “Are you sure?” his brow was furrowed with concern. “Yeah. I just hate the sight of blood, you know?” “Ok,” Lance breathed easier, “Don’t take this badly but I think assassin,” he looked at her costume, “Might be the wrong career for you.” “Oh man,” Gemma moaned dramatically, “That was going to by my future career. You’ve ruined all my plans.” Lance laughed and gave her a little shove before the two of them walked back into the living room. Prompt: “You’re an idiot. I’m an idiot. We’re the Co-Presidents of Club Idiot.”
“I’m not an idiot,” Stuart said. “Of course you are. You’re an idiot. I’m an idiot. We’re the Co-Presidents of Club Idiot,” Parker shouted. Parker couldn’t believe he had been so stupid. He should have known this wouldn’t have worked. Now both Stuart and Parker had won their way into Anna’s dog house, and Parker needed to find a way to find his way back into her good graces. Prompt: “A is for organization.” / “According to what alphabet?”
“I’m never going to figure all of this out,” Gemma wailed as she sat in the middle of all her things that were in an attempt to be packed, but in reality it was more of a mess than any kind of organizational theory. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you set up and ready to go to that fancy schmancy new job of yours,” Anna assured Gemma. “That’s right,” Lacy said, “We just need to get you organized, “After all, A is for organization.” “According to WHAT alphabet?” Jayson asked, starign at Lacy in a ‘WTFT’ manner. She had to be certifiably insane if she was thinking A was for organization. “My alphabet,” Lacy gave him the evil eye. No one dared question her and she didn’t like it when people did get up the guts to question her authority. She forced a box in Jayson’s hand with a glare. “Kitchen, now. Don’t come back until everything on the table is boxed up.” Jayson took the box, properly reprimanded and sorrowful for his actions. Prompt: “Where are you taking me?”
Gemma felt the car twist and turn. The road must be winding, probably up some mountain. She strained to hear what was going on outside, seeing if that way she would be able to hear what was going on and be able to figure out where she was. “Where are you taking me?” Gemma finally asked, giving up her attempt to try and figure out where she was, after all, she sucked at directions, she wouldn’t be able to tell where they were even if she wasn’t blindfolded. “It’s a surprise,” Gemma could hear the smile on Lance’s face. “But I want to know,” Gemma whined. “You don’t always get what you want.” Gemma crossed her arms across her chest and pouted until Lance pulled the car aside and put the car in park. He walked to her side of the door, and helped her out. He wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her over the rough terrain. She couldn’t believe he was taking her on a hike, with her terrible balance, with a blindfold on. She was trembling against him by the time they got to the place where Lance stopped them. He sat her down on what felt like a tree log, and then removed the blindfold. “Here we are,” he said. “Wow,” she breathed. The sun was just going down over the lake, making the sky a beautiful pink and orange, the water was twinkling with the sunlight. It was perfect. “It’s beautiful.” “I know,” Lance said, not looking at the sky. Gemma looked over at him and smiled. “Gemma, I love you.” “I love you too,” Gemma grabbed his hand and held it. “I have loved you for a long time now, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry?” he pulled a ring out of his pocket. “That’s my ring!” Gemma gasped. It was the Claddaugh ring that she had thought she had lost. “Is that a yes?” Lance asked. “Yes!” Gemma cried, “Of course! I’d love to marry you!” Lance slipped the ring on her finger. He had had it resized and everything, and now it fit perfectly. This is a scene on another story that I'm working on. It is a story that follows Lance and Gemma on their journey to falling in love. Its their love story, and here is a scene from that story.
Gemma and Lance walked into the classroom and stopped as they glanced around at the empty classroom. Kids crowded behind them to see what the hold up was. Gemma, whose mother was a teacher, was the first one to come to her senses and stride inside and plop 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. Prompt: she tripped and sprawled face first into the sand, her cloak tangled around her making it hard to rise and run.
“Go, go, go,” Felicia said, urging Carrie forward with her voice. Carrie tried to hurry as fast as she could, but she wasn’t used to the terrain and wasn’t as fast as Felicia anyway. Her feet stumbled across the rocks, doing more tripping than actual running, but she still managed to keep herself upright, at least for the most part. After keeping up that pace for five miles, her legs finally weren’t able to take any more and she slipped, tripped and sprawled face first into the dirt. Her cloak tangled around her and hindered her process of getting up and running. “Carrie!” Felicia called, turning to look behind her and seeing Carrie on the ground, “Come on.” Felicia rushed to Carrie’s aid, her eyes peeled for the approaching enemy. They were dangerously close. The two of them needed to get a move on it or they’d be caught for sure. Felicia tried to help Carrie to her feet, but it seemed like the harder they tried, the more entangled Carrie became. “Go,” Carrie finally said, looking back and seeing the approaching figures. “No.” “If you don’t they’ll catch us both of us. There’s no need for that.” “I’m not leaving you.” “Do I,” Carrie’s voice was firm, “Get to the others.” “But,” “No,” Carrie’s voice would broke no argument, “You’ll come back for me, but if you don’t get to the others then they won’t have even a clue of where to go. Now go!” Felicia stared between Carrie and the figures, her mind whirling a mile a minute, trying to figure out whether to leave Carrie and risk the wrath of Hunter or to stay and leave them blind in trying to help them escape. “Please,” Carrie begged, “I’ll deal with the boys. Tell them that I wanted this.” Felicia looked back between the two of them. Finally Felicia nodded, gave Carrie a quick hug and raced off to find the boys. Sorry I haven't written in a long time. Hope this will make up for it.
Prompt: All this time I drank you like the cure when maybe you were the poison. I saw you there. I was drawn Like a moth to a flame. You held me captive. I spent my whole life Searching for you In your prescence I was changed. You were cold water On a hot day You were life, mind, and soul I clung to you. I needed you. All this time I drank you like the cure. Thinking that you could save me When you couldn’t even save yourself. I drank you Like a poisoned man Searching for a cure. When maybe I should have seen You were the poison. You didn’t cure me. You ruined what little of me Was left. Wasted time. Clinging to someone Who was trying To make me drown In my own pain. |
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