This prompt got me thinking to a story that I started, but I have never really finished. It started really fast and then puttered out almost as quickly, but I've kept a hold of it, not knowing whether I could get any use out of it or not. Well, I did. For today's prompt I went back, looked at it, and a scene that fit in perfectly to the story popped into my head, so I decided to write it. Hope you enjoy it.
Prompt: Do you know what it’s like to be tortured by your own mind? The moon was shining brightly in the sky. It was large and bright and it seemed to take over the entire sky. It had been a good day. Nothing had happened to send her spiraling out of control. She felt alive, like nothing in the entire world could go wrong that day. She hadn’t felt this good for a long time, and she wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as possible. She was looking at the moon when something caught her eye. She turned her head to look at what was moving about in her house. There was nothing there. She shrugged it off. It must have been her imagination….it was late, and she had been up for a while. She turned back to look at the moon. There is was again, this time it was more figure shaped. “I’m coming for you…..beware….beware….” she heard a voice whisper in the darkness that made her skin crawl. She wrapped her arms around her, trying to ward off the chill that really had nothing to do with the cold. The voices started ringing in her head again, causing a powerful headache, causing her to put her hands to her eyes to ward off whatever light there was that night. The darkness enfolded her and the next thing she knew she was curled up in the corner of her room with her knees up to her chest and her head in her hands. A terrible fear was causing her whole body to shake. She didn’t know what had happened. She had no idea how she got there, or why she was there, or what had happened that caused her to feel such a fear, all she knew was that she was suddenly trapped in a fear she couldn’t escape from. Michael waltzed into the room whistling a jaunty little tune, and carrying a few boxes of pizza in his one hand while the other held a two liter bottle of soda. He stopped short when he noticed the darkness of the house. “Hello?” he called out, “Anybody home?” Stacy’s voice caught in her throat and she couldn’t respond. “Marissa? Stacy? Hello? Anyone home?” Michael called out again. Still, there was no response. He set down the pizza and the soda down on the ledge of the staircase and rushed through the house, flipping on lights. He found Stacy curled up in the corner and knelt down beside her, taking her hands in his and looking at her. “Are you ok?” Michael asked. “It happened again,” Stacy whispered. “I am so sorry. It’s going to be ok,” Michael said, pulling her into a short lived embrace. “No,” Stacy said, pulling away, “No it’s not ok. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be tortured by your own mind?” “No,” Michael said honestly, “I can honestly say that I don’t. But your sister and I are here for you.” “You don’t understand. You can’t understand! You don’t know anything about it!” she got to her feet and stormed off, leaving Michael to turn on his heels to watch her walk away. Thank you for reading!!!! Have a wonderful day! If you would like to request a prompt or have any questions or comments, feel free to contact me.
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Today's prompt was short and sweet, but thank you notes tend to be short and sweet anyway, so I guess it works out :).
Prompt: Write a thank you note to a friend who gave you onion and garlic-flavored chewing gum. Dear Fietka, I just wanted to thank you for the delicious chewing gum you gave me for my birthday. Never had I tasted anything quite so exquisite as that gum. It tasted like chewing on a rubber onion, with garlic mixed in to add a flavor that cannot be described in words. Thank you again so much for the gum. Your Friend Perchik P.S. I’ll be coming for you. You won’t know when or where, but someday I will pay you back for this. :) Thank you for reading! Dear Readers, I want to thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my blog. It is greatly appreciated. Sincerely, Skye Ballantyne I was going to name my characters, but I decided against it at the last moment, hope you don't mind. This is actually less of a story, and more of a description of what was going on, and the feelings of what is happening. Hope you enjoy it. I know I liked writing it.
Prompt: (Picture Above) She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that the wind was bringing with it. He glanced at her and didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her, holding her from behind. She let her head rest against his chest for a while, before turning around in his arms, and changing her position, letting her head rest on his chest so that she could hear his heart beat. She glanced up at him, only to see that he was already looking at her. Their heads were so close together, she closed the gap, letting her forehead rest against his so they were a breath away from each other. All at once, and yet all too slowly, he bridged the gap, his mouth on top of hers. He kissed her deeply. At that moment everything ceased to exist. It didn’t matter that she was going to have to leave soon. It didn’t matter that the wind was picking up. She wasn’t cold anymore. She felt perfect, right there in his arms, with his lips on hers. All that mattered was the two of them, standing there. Briefly, she pulled away, allowing herself to get some air and some other thoughts into her mind, which was difficult as his lips simply moved from her lips to her neck. She leaned her head away, allowing him more access to her neck as she did so. After a moment of this, she maneuvered her head once again so that their lips met and the world around them once again disappeared. The alarm on her watch began to buzz furiously; announcing the fact that it was time for her to head back home. Reluctantly she pulled herself away. The wind seemed to once again pick up and tore about her, causing her to feel the cold once again. She turned off the alarm and retreated back into his arms, allowing him to protect her from the wind once again. They had just resumed their kissing when her alarm sounded once again, even more furiously than before. This time she couldn’t ignore it. She had to get going. There was no other choice. She broke away from his grasp and gave him one last look. Their eyes met. He grabbed her and pulled her close to him. So close. Their lips met in a passionate embrace as he pulled her closer and closer, and held her tight, as if he couldn’t get her close enough to him, and would never let her go. The final alarm on her watch broke them apart again. This time when she pulled herself away, she didn’t look at him. She couldn’t allow herself to do that. If she did she knew she would just start kissing him again. With a both a heavy heart at having to leave him, yet feeling weightless after being with him, she walked away. Thank you for reading. Have a wonderful day. If you thought this post would be about Kevin and Skye....you were right....well, at least it's about Skye. Kevin isn't in it at all. It's all about Skye.
I don't know if it will ever be a part of the actual trilogy....but it does give some depth to Skye, whether or not it ever become a part of the story. Prompt: You visit a grave twice a month and leave fresh flowers. Skye slipped out of the door, trying to keep as quiet as possible so as not to wake the others. She didn’t want them asking questions about where she is going and why. It was personal, and she didn’t think she’d be able to explain to them why she was doing what she was doing, and even if she could, she didn’t think they’d be able to understand. They were all dealing with Hannah’s death in a different way, and this was the way that Skye was able to deal with it. Yet she knew how it looked to outsiders. She didn’t know if the others would be able to quite understand all of that. She slipped onto the first bus heading in the right direction, stopping at the nearest flower shop before going back on her journey. There it was; the cemetery. She got off the bus and walked through the gates, searching for a tombstone that looked fairly neglected. One that didn’t seem to have a lot of visitors come and see them. When she found the right one, she stopped and kneeled down next to the tombstone and read the inscription: Marsha Ann Lewis Beloved Angel Sent Home Too Soon Jan. 18, 1918- March 15, 1942 She daydreamed about what Marsha Ann Lewis’ life had been like while she was alive. She wondered how she had died; if she had friends and family who had grieved for her, or if she had been alone in this world. How had she died? Had she been sick? Had she been around family and friends? Or had she been with strangers? Had she drifted out of this world all alone? They were questions there was no way of answering, but still she wondered, she couldn’t help it. “I know I don’t know you,” Skye said, reaching out and touching the top of the tombstone, “And I know this probably means nothing to you, but it means a lot to me.” She sat in silence for a moment, and reread the inscription and let her mind wander once again. “I recently lost a dear friend of mine,” Skye spoke up again, “She got shot….” The words seemed to choke her momentarily, “She was with us at the time, so I guess that’s something. She didn’t have to die alone. I am glad for that. That at least people were with her. It still hurts though…..I guess death always does though, right? No matter how you go, it’s hard on the people who loved you.” Skye placed the flowers on the grave, arranging them as nicely as she could, taking great care with every movement until it was practically perfect. “I figure the police sent Hannah’s body back to her parents,” Skye said when she finished her arrangement, “They probably had a funeral for her. She has a burial plot out there somewhere, probably in the Colorado Springs cemetery. People can go visit her any day of the week, her parents have somewhere to go to visit. I don’t have that. I know that it’s there, so close, and yet so far from me. I can’t go there. I can’t visit her grave. That’s what’s so hard, I think. I can’t go visit her, I can’t see where she’s buried. Maybe that’s why I’m doing this,” Skye sighed and brushed her hair from away from her eyes, “Maybe that’s why I get flowers and visit a random cemetery twice a month and have stupid conversations with a slab of cement and leave flowers on the grave of someone I don’t even know, who doesn’t even care if I’m there or not.” She paused for a moment. “I need that closure, I guess,” Skye said with a shrug, and began to play with the sleeve of her sweater as she brushed her hair out of her face again, “I guess this is a way for me to say good-bye. To come to terms with death. To believe that she won’t be forgotten, that maybe sometime, when we’re all gone, someone will come visit our graves and do this same thing with our graves. It gives a sense of…..belonging? peace? I don’t really know….This is crazy, I’m usually so good with words, and yet, I can’t seem to figure out how to tell how I’m feeling, or why I’m doing what I’m doing…..It makes no sense,” she brushed the hair out of her face vigorously once again. As she brought her hands down she looked at her watch and noticed the time. It was getting late, and her friends were going to be waking up soon. She had to get back before they did so and began asking her questions. “Well, thanks for letting me come talk to you, and for listening to my ramblings. It was very comforting, and just what I needed,” she placed a hand on the tombstone once again, using it to help push herself to a standing position and walked away. As she reached the edge of the row she looked back to glance at the tombstone once again. It was perfect. With a lighter heart, Skye walked out of the cemetery and made her way back to the safe house. Thanks for reading. Hope you like it. I hope you enjoy it. The original prompt had some language in it that I wasn't comfortable with, so I changed it. The essence is the same, in fact the rest of it is the same, I literally only took out that one word.
Prompt: I can lose everything but not you. Oh God not you. He stared at the two of them. Patty held a knife to Skye’s throat, seeming to push harder and harder with every passing moment. As they stood there a trickle of blood emerged from Skye’s neck and began to make its way to her collar. Kevin’s breath stuck in his throat and he couldn’t breathe. The love of his life was in the arms of a crazy killer in league with Jonathan, and that killer was asking him to do the impossible to save his love. “Don’t do it,” Skye said almost inaudibly, “Please.” “If you don’t, she will die,” Patty said, drawing Skye closer to her, and pushing the knife harder against Skye’s skin and the trickle of blood came quicker down to her collar. “No,” Skye cried, “You can’t do this. It isn’t worth it.” “Is it?” Patty asked, “What is Skye worth to you?” “If you do this, you could go to jail. You’d put Jonathan out on the streets again. You would lose everything!” Kevin stared at Skye. She truly was the love of his life. She meant the world to him. His whole life played out before his eyes, and he couldn’t imagine even one single moment without Skye in it. Life wouldn’t be worth it if she wasn’t in it. “I can handle losing anything…..everything,” Kevin amended, he was looking at Skye, the situation never far from his thoughts as he tried to come to terms with what he was about to do, “But not you. Oh god, not you. I can’t handle losing you. Not after everything we have been through. I can’t do that.” “You have to,” Skye said, “Please. It’s not right. You can’t throw your life away for me.” Kevin edged closer to Skye. Patty kept a wary eye out as the two of them got close, but allowed Kevin to kiss Skye before walking out the door. Thank you for reading! Sorry again about the missing prompts. Sorry, I haven't posted anything for the 25 or 26.....they were hectic days and I didn't even get around to picking out a prompt for those two days. I am so sorry about that. I promise to try and not make that a habit now that Torri is gone. I will try to keep up to date.
I was thinking about going back and doing those two prompts, but if I try to bring out three prompts all at once it all usually turns to crap and even my favorite prompts turn out awful. So, I'm not going to play catch up. I'll just leave it for now and we'll just be missing two days. I hope you guys don't mind. Thanks for your understanding. So, I'm back to writing about Kevin and Skye! They are pretty awesome, and have a lot of story left to tell me, and I'm excited for them to continue to tell me their story so that I can tell you their story.
Prompt: You gave me peace in a lifetime of war. Kevin’s steps slowed as he got closer to the memorial they had placed for Hannah and Ryan. He saw Skye’s dejected figure kneeling next to it. He paused for a moment, staring at her. The sight ripped his heart out and tore it into little pieces. It was even worse that she was hardly even talking to him, and he wasn’t quite sure how to help. He didn’t know what she would accept from him, and what would send her pushing him further away from her. Still, he had to try. He tried to walk up to her as quietly as possible, but the rustling of the grass, and the snapping of a twig warned Skye of his approach. She jumped as she turned her head, looking like a frightened rabbit, ready to bolt away at the first sign of trouble. Her entire face seemed red from all the crying she had been doing. “Kevin,” Skye said, taking a quick sweep at her eyes as if to wipe away all the evidence of her crying, as if it could help. “Hey, Skye,” Kevin said gently, getting down on his knees beside Skye so they were on an even level with each other. “What are you doing here?” “You’ve been out here for a long time, and it’s starting to get cold, so I wanted to make sure that you’re ok.” “I’m fine,” Skye said with a shiver and wrapped her arms tighter around herself to ward off the cold that she suddenly began to feel. “Sure you are,” Kevin said, but he didn’t really believe what he was saying, and it could be heard in his voice. Kevin took off his jacket and wrapped it around Skye’s shoulders, letting his hands linger on her shoulders for a moment longer than was strictly necessary before pulling away. “I am,” Skye said, after Kevin took his hands off of her, “I’m fine,” she choked on her words slightly, and a few tears slipped from her eyes, “I can handle this.” “I know you can,” Kevin said quietly, “I know,” he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. She tensed for a moment before allowing herself to relax. “I know that you can. You are one of the strongest people I know,” Kevin said, “You can handle anything. You’re like superwoman.” Skye laughed through her tears and swiped at her tears once again, “Thank you.” “Any time….If you ever need a pick me up, I’m here for you.” “Not just that…” Skye said, pulling away from Kevin’s touch, “For everything. You’ve done so much for me. For us.” “Yeah,” Kevin said, “I got you arrested, sent back to David, drugged, and put you in danger multiple times. I’m a real hero,” Kevin said with a wince. Skye reached out and placed a hand on top of Kevin’s, and held it. She wanted to reach out and touch his cheek, like she would have done when he was hurting while they were dating, but she couldn’t go down that road, not again. She shouldn’t even be doing what she was doing. She should have just left things alone, but now it was too late. She had gone down the rabbit hole, and now she had to fight her way out of it. “You have been an amazing strength to me. These past few years I have felt like I have been thrown into a war that I never wanted to fight, didn’t know how to fight,” using her free hand she wiped the tears from her eyes, “Then I met you, and you changed everything. Suddenly it felt like I could breathe again; like someone had called a ceasefire. You gave me peace in a lifetime of war,” she squeezed his hand tighter. Kevin looked down at Skye’s hand that was still grasping his, and he placed his other hand on top of hers before looking up at Skye’s face. The two of them sat there, their hands entwined together, letting their silence linger, and gaining their strength from each other. I know it was a way different direction to take than you would think with that prompt....but I really like this prompt. I really like how this went, and maybe it's just because it was Kevin and Skye, and maybe it was because it was just a really good prompt....but for whatever the reason, I really liked it, and hope you enjoyed it even just half as much as I do. Thanks for reading! I saw this prompt and it just sang to me today. I got this scene in my head, and so I wrote it, and then added to the beginning of it, and it all turned out. I like it when that happens. Things working out like they're supposed to. It's a great feeling.
Prompt: “Fix it, please.” “Fix what?” “Me.” Lucille was standing at the window, staring out at the blue skies outside. How could the entire world be so happy and put together when she was falling apart inside? Her entire world was crumbling around and she had no idea how to stop it, or even try and put it back together again. There was a pit in her stomach and all she wanted to do was go back to bed, curl up in a ball, cry, and then fall asleep for a million years. She walked in a shadow of darkness for the rest of the day. The shadow kept pressing down harder and harder on her as the day progressed, until she rushed to her room and sat in the corner of her bed with her knees against her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Alone, she allowed the tears to begin to stream down her face, and rocked herself back and forth, trying to calm herself, trying to bring some semblance of happiness back into her life, but it wasn’t working. Nothing was working. It was just getting worse until she couldn’t even tell who or where she was, everything was just shadows, darkness, and pain. “Lucille,” Hal called out, opening the door and walking into the apartment, “Lucille! Hey are you here?” When she didn’t answer, he walked room to room searching for her. He knocked lightly on her bedroom door before poking his head in the room. “Are you alright?” he asked, seeing her curled up form in the darkness of the room. “Hal?” Lucille said, her voice showing that she had been crying, and was still crying. “Lucy?” Hal said with concern, rushing into the room and to the bedside. He sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch her, give her some kind of comfort. “What’s wrong? What can I do?” he asked, almost frantically. “Fix it, please,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears that hadn’t yet fallen yet, and were already red rimmed with the tears she had already shed. “Fix what?” Hal asked, softer and calmer than he had been previously. “Me.” Hal didn’t know what to say to that. This wasn’t something he could fix. It really wasn’t something that could be fixed. It was something that she was going to have to figure out how to deal with and manage in her own life. He could only be there to lend a helping hand, but he couldn’t fix it. He brought her close and let her cry herself out, before laying her back on the pillow and placing a blanket over her. He wrote her a note and placed a kiss on her head before leaving. For all of you who are dealing with issues, I want you to know that you are loved. I know that sometimes you may feel all alone in the darkness and there is no way out, but there are people there for you. They can't fix the issue, but they can help. There is a light at the end of the darkness. There is always hope. I want you to know that. Ok, so here is today's prompt. Actually on time! I'm so good! Anyway, I wasn't planning on doing a Skye and Kevin blog, but that's how it turned out. Hope you enjoy it.
Prompt: The phone rings. The voice on the other end says, “We need you again,” then hangs up. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, life really couldn’t be better. It had been six months, and Skye still couldn’t get over the fact that it was finally over. Everything was finally over. She wouldn’t have to do it anymore. She smiled and rolled over in her bed, trying to get back to sleep. The phone ringing made that impossible for her to do. She rolled back over and grabbed the phone off the desk and answered it. “We need you again,” the voice on the other side of the phone said. “What?” Skye asked, but it was too late, they had already hung up. Skye looked through her directory to find the phone number. It was a number she knew all too well, it was a phone number she had wished never to see again. It was probably Henry or Geoffrey; their idea of a practical joke or something, although it was a cruel one to play if that was the case. Skye got out of her bed and quickly got dressed and headed down to the station. She had just stepped inside the door and was looking around for Geoffrey when Kevin walked past her. He stopped and did a double take, almost surprised to see her standing there. “Hey, Skye,” he said. “Agent Douglas,” Skye said coolly. “What are you doing here?” “I got a phone call from this number, and so I came to check it out.” “Oh, yeah,” Kevin almost winced, “That was Geoffrey. I told him not to do that.” “What was it all about?” “The whole issue with David,” Kevin said, “Well, see,” he looked hesitant, as if not sure of how to go about it, “The whole situation is a lot bigger than we thought it was. David was just one of the low men on the totem pole. There are more men out there, and we are going after them.” “And this involves me how?” “Well see, there’s this doctor….” Kevin grabbed her elbow and walked her to his office and sat her down. The two of them talked. He explained that there was a doctor who was selling bodies on the black market, and how they had a plan to take him down, but they needed a con to bring him out of the dark. They needed the group back together again. They only way it would work was if they could get all of them together to do this. Skye looked at him blankly when he had finished, “Listen, I know….I told you David was it and you’d be free....but we could really use your help on this one…..please,” Kevin begged. “I don’t know,” Skye said uncertainly, “I don’t….” “Please,” Kevin interrupted her, “This is the last thing I’ll ever ask you to do. Please…..” He looked so sweet, with his big eyes, pleading with her to help him, pleading for help. Skye couldn’t help herself, she could feel herself being drawn in once again. No matter how hard she tried to stay away from Kevin, he could always manage to suck her back in, make her want him more and more. “Ok,” she said, before she could fully understand what she was saying and agreeing to. They had sucked her right back in. She was conning again. The thought caused a pit in her stomach. Thanks for reading. I had high hopes for this prompt.....but I don't know what happened. Things just didn't work out like they were supposed to,and we wound up with this. It isn't the best prompt I've ever written, and I'm sorry about that. I'm also sorry that I didn't get around to working on it yesterday, but it was a busy day. So here it is.
Prompt: He had kept their mother alive in their thoughts. Too alive, perhaps. Ten years, five months, three days and two hours. That was how long it had been since their mother had died. Ten years and his younger siblings still had no idea that their mother was dead. He had spent the last ten years keeping their mother alive for them….in all ways possible. When she had died he told them all simply that she had gone away on a journey, and had written letters periodically to them throughout the years, to keep her alive in their minds. Now his perfect plan was backfiring in his face. He had kept her too alive, and now his sister was getting married and wanted their mother to be there for it. She had written to their mother over and over again, begging her to come home for that one day….just one day. He was in some deep trouble now. He had to find a way either to tell his family the truth, kill off his mother, or come up with a mother to come to the wedding. After ten years….he was finally going to tell his family the truth. |
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