Prompt: Include a pirate in your story
“Are the twins ready to go?” Ryan asked, bounding into Alysha and Charles’ house. It was Halloween, her favorite holiday. She loved the crisp air, the costumes, the candy, the games, all of it. She couldn’t get enough of it. “Yes,” Alysha smiled tiredly. The boys had kept Alysha and Charles up all night. She was extremely glad that Ryan and Henry had offered to take the twins out on the town to go trick-or-treating. It would give Alysha and Charles a chance to rest and relax without the worry of one of the boys’ crying. “Oh look how cute,” Ryan gushed at the twins’ outfits. “He’s quite the little swashbuckling pirate there,” Henry smiled as he picked up one of the twins. “Oh, look at this one, he’s the cutest little pumpkin I’ve ever seen,” Ryan picked up the other twin. “Well, looks like you’re all set,” Alysha said. “Yep,” Ryan confirmed. “We’ll bring them back in about an hour or two,” Henry said, making sure he had gathered up everything they would need to take the twins trick-or-treating. Alysha nodded. She knew she would probably spend that entire time asleep on the couch, leaving Charles to pass out the candy to the people coming to the door, that is, if Charles managed to stay awake as well. “Look, it’s my pirate and pumpkin,” Skye smiled as the twins came to her door. They did look rather cute in their little outfits. After giving each one a kiss and a hug, she gave them each a piece of candy and wished Ryan and Henry well.
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I thought this was going to be Felicia and Allen...or Sasha and Aiden....I would say Carrie and Hunter but the timing wouldn't work out with that one....but instead you get Mara and Greyson. Actually did not see that one coming, but who am I to judge? If she wants to tell her story this way, then so be it. Here you go :)
Prompt: No one was brave enough to tell her he was dead. The soldiers glanced over at each other. With just their eyes they communicated with each other. Each of them tried to figure out who would have to go in and tell Mara that her husband was dead. ‘You go,’ said one. ‘No you,’ the other seemed to say. “You should go,” a soldier finally spoke up, looking at their leader, “After all, you’re in charge.” The leader looked down at his feet. He wasn’t brave enough to tell her that he was dead. No one was. Once she was told, life would never be the same. Mara and her husband were never seen without each other. Some people joked that they would have to be surgically removed from each other. How was she going to survive without him? Especially now, when she was now defacto leader. With Saria missing and her husband dead and Hunter too young to really rule, it would fall to Mara to take charge. She would have to shoulder all of that, without her husband. It could break her, and they couldn’t break her, they couldn’t afford to break her. “What?” Mara asked. She had known that something was going on. She had seen her soldiers glancing about nervously. It had to be big. “Greyson is dead,” the leader said, blurting it out. Mara stared at them. The blood started rushing around in her head and she couldn’t hear anything. Her heart started beating faster and faster in her chest, cutting off her air supply. She wasn’t sure if she could handle it. She felt like she was having a heart attack. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening. She fell to the floor, unable to hold herself any longer. The soldiers walked away, unsure of what else they should do with this situation. By the time Felicia found her mother, the sun had long ago set. Felicia wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck. Mara looked at her daughter, and placed her and on Felicia’s arm and tried to give a small smile. She’d have to get through this. Somehow, for her daughter. Prompt: A student stumbles into a big problem…..
Gemma glanced around the class. They all seemed to know what they were doing. They seemed to know all the answers, and yet, here she was, unable to answer even one question. She flipped through the test over and over again. All she could think about was the song, A Mole is a Unit. ‘A Mole is a Unit, or haven’t you heard?’ ran through her head over and over again. Not helping, especially since it wasn’t a chemistry test. Trying to put all the chemistry music out of her head, she buckled down and worked on her test, a pit developing in her stomach as she turned in the paper. She knew that she hadn’t done well on it, and was probably going to fail. She was already going to have to go back for another semester, a semester she hadn’t budgeted for. She quietly cursed herself for being so stupid as she walked back to her dorm. “Lance Corp is hiring,” she heard a girl on her floor say in excitement. Lance Corp was the best corporation for people going into the social economics field. Gemma immediately applied, not thinking that she could actually get the job. She was a long shot. Everyone and their dog was applying for the position. Still, she ended up getting it. She couldn’t believe it. Her initial shock at getting it settled into despair as she realized she couldn’t possibly take the position. She had a whole other semester to do, and she was already failing hardcore at the classes she was taking now and that was without a job. She couldn’t imagine juggling school and a job, especially a job at Lance Corp. What was she supposed to do? “Are you kidding?” Lance asked, his mind spinning. How could she possibly be questioning this? “For as long as I have known you, you have wanted to work at Lance Corp. So the next few months might be difficult, but you can do it. I know you can. I have complete faith in you. You should go for it.” Gemma nodded. She knew what she had to do. She was going to go for it. This is a very familiar situation :p.
Prompt: “Trust your gut.” / “I have anxiety, my gut is always telling me to abort mission.” “I don’t know if I can do this,” Skye said, her stomach was clenched and she felt like she was about to hurl. “Yes you can,” Alysha said, putting her hands on Skye’s shoulders, “It’ll be fine.” “Trust your gut,” Charles said with a shrug. “I have anxiety,” Skye glared at him, “My gut is always telling me to abort mission.” “Okay,” Alysha said with a nod, “Well, don’t trust your gut then. Do the exact opposite of what your gut says.” Skye glared at them. They were of no help. She’d just figure this out on her own. Prompt: “Holy cow, that looks just like you!”
Felicia handed Allen a picture. He stared at it for a moment. “Holy cow,” he gasped, “That looks just like you! What is that?” He had seen portraits of people before, but there was always something that wasn’t exactly right on. “It’s called a photograph,” Felicia explained. She had gone through the same thing with Jesse when she had shown them all a picture of her. It was magical. They had never seen anything quite like it before. “I love it. Thank you,” Allen smiled. He gave her a hug and kissed her cheek before placing the photograph next to his heart and rode away. Prompt: “You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?” / “I...I didn’t think you’d believe me.”
“You knew my girlfriend was a murderer the whole time?” Henry screamed at Kevin. Kevin allowed the abuse, after all, he had. “You knew?” Henry continued to rage, “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I….I didn’t think you’d believe me,” Kevin shrugged. How was he supposed to tell his best friend that the girl he was falling in love with was wanted for murder? He could barely believe it. How was he supposed to tell Henry that and make him believe it? It was impossible. Prompt: I wore this deliberately, just so I could see your reaction.
"I don't normally put much stock into what I wear. Clothes are clothes are clothes. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't normally care how I look," Anna said. "But you did today?" Parker asked. "Yes," Anna nodded, "I knew you were going to be here at the party tonight. I wore this deliberately, just so I could see your reaction." Parker blanked. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with that. He'd never had anyone tell him something like that before and he wasn't quite sure how to react. Actually not where I was going with this...but here you go.
Prompt: Stop yelling at me in languages I don’t understand. Words. That’s all I could hear. Words. That’s it. I couldn’t make them out I couldn’t understand them. I’m sure they were in English. At least I hoped so. I’m not quite sure, actually. They could be any language All I know is, I didn’t understand. All the yelling. All the hate. All the disappointment. I couldn’t stand it. It’s too much. Stop! I shout. Stop yelling at me, In languages I don’t understand! I can’t take it. Prompt: I can’t flirt
Prompt: “Honestly, I only asked for your help because it’s so cute when you try.” “So you um,” Stacy said, looking at the book “Flirting For Dummies” in search for what to do next, “You um, put your lips together like this, and then you um...look down like this, but you want to um stare up at the same time….what? That makes no sense? Wouldn’t you look like a deranged wannabe duck? How is that attractive?” Marcus laughed as Stacy tried to figure out what she was doing when it came to flirting. Granted, as she tried it, she did look like a deranged wannabe duck, but he had to admit that she was the cutest deranged wannabe duck that he had ever seen. “Okay,” Stacy sighed as she closed the book, “It’s official. I can’t flirt,” she threw her hands up in defeat. “Honestly,” Marcus breathed, trying to regain his composure, “I only asked for your help because it’s so cute when you try.” “What?” Stacy asked, hitting him lightly, “You put me through that torture to make fun of me?” “You’re so cute,” Marcus smiled. “Whatever.” “You are,” Marcus said. He hadn’t noticed it before, but she was the cutest person he had ever met. They had been best friends for years, but he had never noticed how cute she was. A cutie who couldn’t flirt to save her life. Prompt:
Rules to follow when at sea:
Lance glanced around nervously as he walked onto the ship deck. “Hey, you new?” Carlisle swung down onto the deck from the look out nest. “Yeah,” Lance nodded. “Well here are a few rules to follow,” Carlisle wrapped his arm around Lance’s shoulders, “Rule one” the ship should be treated with kindness.” Lance nodded, that was pretty self-explainatory. “Treat her with respect, and she’ll treat you with respect. After all, she’s the only thing that’s keeping you from the rage of the sea,” Carlisle continued, “Rule number two not all waters are good. Rule number three don’t look deeper than you absolutely have to. There are things in there that you just don’t want to see. Rule number four if there is a sudden shallow it means something is beneath you, usually a whale. And rule number five never sail alone at night. Night is a dangerous time and the sea is not very nice.” Lance nodded. “So, let’s get going,” Carlisle dragged his new found friend and coworker around the ship. |
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