So we missed a day and then missed the make up day, so even though I missed 3 days there are only 2 prompts. Hope that makes sense.
Prompt: The weirdest thing happened to me today. "The weirdest thing happened to me today," Livianna said. "What happened?" "I got told I had the cutest laugh and a legit hug by a total stranger." Prompt: "I made a mistake." / "That's okay, I can fix it."/ "No, you can't...not this time. I can't let you." "I made a mistake," Carrie said softly. "That's okay," Hunter said, "I can fix it." He could fix anything for her. "No," Carrie shook her head and looked over at him sadly, "You can't....not this time." This was too big. He wouldn't be able to fix it. Not this time. Even if he could, she couldn't let him. She couldn't lose him. "Not this time," she continued, "I can't let you." This was a mistake that he had to let her make.
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Prompt: Someone has a mysterious scar and never tells people where they got it. Where did they get the scar? Do they ever tell anyone where they got it? Why did they hid where it came from?
I don't know what you were expecting when you read this prompt, but if your mind didn't go straight to Hunter, then I don't know what's wrong with you :p. Of course it's a Hunter prompt. It's what I do. Although it's not on Hunter. Hunter has too many scars that one more wouldn't stand out and he probably doesn't even remember how he got most of his scars. It's Carrie. She got the scar during her time when she was kidnapped. She didn't tell anyone how she got it because she doesn't like talking about that time. She hides it because she doesn't like having to answer questions. It's a trauma response. Sorry this is such a short prompt.
Prompt: "I think I messed up..." / "You think?!" Prompt: That's like from the 1840's Prompt: Did I do well? / No "I think I messed up," Carl gulped. "You think?!" Sasha screeched, "You broke a relic that was from the 1840's! Of course you messed up!" "So I didn't do well?" "No, you did not!" Prompt: I want soup
"What can I get for you?" Carrie asked as Hunter adjusted to being awake. "I want soup," he said groggily. Cara always made him soup when he woke up from being unconscious. Anytime he was sick or hurt, which was quite frequently, he got soup. Carrie jumped to her feet and raced to get him some soup. Prompt: "It's not my story to tell." / "If you saw it, you experienced it, it is, so you say something." "Do you want to talk about it?" Jesse asked Carrie. Sometimes talking could be cathartic, and if anyone needed some release, it was Carrie. "It's not my story to tell," Carrie said, shaking her head. She hadn't been a part of it. It wasn't her story to tell, it was the story of everyone else, the ones who actually experienced it, not the person who stood on the sidelines. "If you saw it," Jesse said, "You experienced it, it is, so you say something." Hey, sorry, time got away from me this week. So here are three prompts in one.
Prompt: "Everyone has a story to tell." / "Yes, but you've managed to convince me that not all stories should be told." They say everyone has a story to tell. Everyone deserves to tell their story. Everyone deserves a voice. Everyone deserves to speak out. But you made me believe, that it applied to everyone, but me. You convinced me, that my story shouldn't be told. Prompt: What is your problem? Aiden was once again getting on Felicia's nerves. She was going to murder him if he didn't stay away from her, and she wouldn't be sorry about it. "What is your problem?" Aiden asked. He didn't understand what Felicia's glitch was. Everyone else loved him. "You!" she screamed, and stormed off, leaving him in the dust and hoping that he would disappear. Prompt: I hope one day you want to be here, not just out of obligation. Hunter shrugged. He didn't have a choice. People needed him. He couldn't just get up and walk away from everything. He couldn't just leave his people behind. This was his duty and he took that very seriously. "I hope," Carrie said. She seemed to know what he was feeling even without words. "That one day," she continued, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze, "You find that you want to be here, and you aren't just here out of obligation." Prompt: Ready for our dance?
Alex readjusted his tie once again. He had to make sure he looked perfect. He had promised Livianna that he would take her dancing once the lockdown was over, and even though they were on the outs at the moment, he was going to keep his promise. He knocked on the door. Gemma answered with a smile on her face and stepped aside to let him in. "Is she ready?" Alex asked. He had never been more nervous than he was at that moment. Gemma didn't say a word, she simply gestured him further into the apartment. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Livianna step into the living room. "Alex?" she asked, looking around at her roommates and back at him, realization of what was going on beginning to dawn on her. "Ready for our dance?" he asked. A smile played across Livianna's face, as she tried to figure out how she was feeling. Alex reached his hand out to her, waiting. Slowly, she reached out and took it. Once again, he led her around the makeshift dance floor and, once again, everything else disappeared. They were Anne and Wentworth again, and nothing else mattered. Prompt: Something's up with her/him and I'm going to find out what it is.
Prompt: "You may be a hero, but you can't save everyone." / "I'll still try.' / "But why? If the roles were reversed, you know they'd never do the same for you." "Something's up with Hunter, and I'm going to find out what it is," Felicia told James. He had become even more withdrawn than usual. Whether he admitted it or not, he was struggling, and she wasn't about to let him suffer in silence any longer. "What's going on?" Felicia asked, as she sat down next to him. "Nothing," Hunter said, "Do you need something?" "I need you to talk to me," Felicia said earnestly, "I want to help, but I can't do that if you won't let me in." Hunter looked away, and rubbed at the charm Danny had been wearing before he died. Felicia nodded in understanding. "You may be a hero," Felicia said, "But even you can't save everyone." Danny's death had hurt more than Hunter had let on. Somehow, this young man had gotten under Hunter's skin, and he couldn't quite shake it. "But I can still try," Hunter explained. "Why?" Felicia asked. Danny may have been different, but this guy's people were still bad, and wouldn't hesitate to bring Hunter down with little to no provocation. They wouldn't save him if he was on fire and they had water. They didn't deserve the kindness Hunter was extending. "If the roles were reversed," Felicia commented, "You know they'd never do the same for you." Hunter nodded. He knew that all too well. But he couldn't help what he felt, and he couldn't just abandon them. They needed him, and he would protect them like he had failed to do with Danny. Prompt: Weird Dreams
Why am I driving down the road with large, fluffy supposed to be rattlesnakes but actually look more like cobras? Why are they spotted, and look rather dog like? Why are they suddenly eating each other and biting the car? How did the car get there? Why is no one bothered by any of this? Oh yeah....dreams be weird sometimes. Prompt: Come on! You know you want to!
"Come on," Adrian smiled at Cathy, "You know you want to." Cathy stared at him. She wished he wasn't right all the time. He knew her too well. She hoped on his motorcycle and they drove away. Prompt: She tried to be happy. Time and time again she would force a smile, and try and make the most out of her shit situation. But, I think, there comes a time in your life where all this effort drains you - you can't be happy anymore; you can't even try to be- and so, she shut herself away. She became isolated. She wouldn't speak, unless spoken to. She wouldn't fake a smile anymore- even that became too much of a hassle and effort. She wasn't herself, yet nobody noticed. Nobody notices anything. And that's why, it was so easy for her to slip away- and before long, she lost herself.
She forced a smile, like she always did. Plaster on a fake smile, one that doesn't quite meet the eyes, but nobody notices. Nobody notices the mask she hides behind. It's too good. She tried to be happy. Time and time again she would force a smile. Always. Kept trying to make the most out of her shit situation. But, just like with anyone, there comes a time in a person's life where all the effort begins to drain you. There is no real happiness inside, and the fake happiness becomes harder and harder to fake. The mask begins to slip away, and isolation begins to set in. She began to turn inward, refusing to speak unless spoken to, and even her fake smile became too much to handle, and that too began to slip away. And isolation became her friend. When no one was around, nothing had to be faked. She didn't have to fake a smile. She didn't have to fake happiness. She could wallow in her depression. She could allow herself to be consumed by the darkness that was eating her alive. She wasn't herself. She was far from it. But nobody noticed. Nobody ever notices. They were too swept up in their own lives, their own drama. It made it easy for her to slip away. She was able to disappear. And before long- she lost herself. |
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