Happy Halloween!!!
Prompt: Halloween Parades. Kids in all kinds of costumes. Some you know, Some leave you scratching your head. Some store bought Some hand made. Costumes Costumes Everywhere. Always someone else. A land of make-believe. Halloween What is your favorite Halloween tradition? What is your favorite costume? What are you dressing up like this Halloween?
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Who knew that these words actually existed? I didn't know I needed them until I read them, especially the word cornobble. I love that word, and I think it's my new favorite word. I know it says to use ONE of these words in my story, however, I couldn't help myself and I used all of them.
Prompt: Use one of these strangely specific words in your story Rhotacism: excessive use of the letter ‘R’ Lingible: meant to be licked Whipjack: a beggar, specifically one who is pretending to have been shipwrecked Yerd: to beat with an object with a stick. Roddikin: the fourth stomach of a cow or a deer Balbriggan: a type of fine cotton, most often used in underwear Cornobble: to slap or beat another person with a fish. “Be careful of the whipjack,” Leslie shouted toward Kyle as he stormed off down the beach. Kyle wasn’t listening to her. He didn’t care. All he wanted was a lingible treat, and he knew exactly where to get one. It was the best place to get one. He was too focused on his quest to hear Leslie, but he should have been listening. “That’s a fine balbriggan,” the whipjack commented as Kyle walked toward him. “Thank you,” Kyle said uncertainly as he kept moving forward. “You should give it to me, or I’ll yerd you.” Kyle took off running, leaving the whipjack in the dust and making it to his favorite shop. He looked up at the menu, which was a classic display of rhotacism. “I can’t believe you can still eat,” Leslie smiled. Because she had avoided running into the whipjack, she had managed to beat him to his shop. “You must have a roddikin,” she smiled, handing him his sweat treat. “You talk about my stomachs and I will conobble you,” Kyle warned. Leslie smiled. She had gotten her friend back. Prompt: His voice brought back memories of dark rooms and broken bones.
“Well lookee here,” David’s voice rang through Skye’s head. She glanced over at the sound of his voice. A voice she had hoped to never hear again. She shuddered as his voice brought back memories of her time with him. The voice that brought back memories of dark rooms and broken bones. All the hurt, all the pain, all the sorrow, came rushing toward her in a wave so thick she choked on it. Prompt: “How did it all start? Well, someone broke into my apartment.”
Here I am, sitting at a cafe as the world explodes around me. I feel like I should be feeling something, but I really wasn’t. I felt numb. I just watched as my world burned. Now I know, the question that is on everyone’s mind…. “How did it all start?” Well, I’ll tell you. It all started when someone broke into my apartment. “How does that make sense?” Hold on, I’m getting there. It all started when someone broke into my apartment. I’m still not quite sure as to who this stranger was, but the police believe that it wasn’t a random hit. I was targeted. Really makes me feel good about myself, huh? I was so great that someone chose my apartment to break into. Anyway, back to my story. Someone broke into my apartment. I came home and the entire apartment was ransacked. I had just called the police when the bomb exploded, sending me flying. So here I am, sitting at a cafe while my apartment burns around me. This prompt is about my writing process with Hunter's story. There was a time they were being super tight lipped about what was going on in the story. Well, a certain time in the story, they were very open about things that came before and after. It worried me. I tried pushing all of them, but they had gone quiet. This is my story telling their story.
Prompt: “What’s going to happen to them?” / “Nothing you can change.” I sat down at the computer. I didn’t know what to write. I didn’t know if I wanted to write it, even if I knew what it was. There had been an air of mystery, an air of deception, an air of something big and terrible about to happen. I could feel it in the air. It was turning my stomach in knots. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t even think straight. “What’s going to happen to them?” I finally asked the oracle. I had to know. They weren’t talking to me. Hunter had pushed them into silence. No one crossed Hunter when he said something, except the oracle. The oracle didn’t care what Hunter had said. Had probably not even heard about the wall of silence. I looked up to the oracle, begging for answers. Begging to be let in, to know what would happen to the characters that meant the world to me, who had been through thick and thin with me for years. I needed to know what was going to happen to them. “Nothing you can change,” the oracle said. “What does that mean?” I asked. “It’s already happened. You can’t change it. What happened has happened.” “But,” I start. Everyone knows I can’t stand secrets. I always want to know. I’m the nosiest person in the world. “Let them come to you.” I sulked. I walked off. The oracle wasn’t going to give me anything. I stormed off in search for Hunter. He had some explaining to do. Prompt: Write about an actor
You see them on the screen. You see them all the time. It seems like worlds revolve around them. Who are you? I have no idea. Don’t know your name. But I know what character you played in what movie. Prompt: Their world was controlled by the men who held the keys.
The people had no voice. They weren’t allowed to speak out. They weren’t allowed to cry for better treatment. They just had to take it. Whatever the guys with the keys told them to do, They would have to do it, Willingly, gladly, with a smile on their face. You don’t talk against them. You don’t fight back. You don’t question. You don’t ask why? You don’t ask, period. Your voice becomes obsolete. No one cares. It’s taken from you, Until you are simply a faceless void. You don’t have any control. You don’t have any say. The world is controlled By the guys with the keys. Without the keys, You are nothing. Less than nothing. You cease to exist. With the keys, You have all the power. You have all the control. You are a God. Take the keys, And you win. Take the keys, And you can overthrow. Take the keys, And you become The one with all the power. You become God. Prompt: Dude! That’s gross!
Lionel picked his nose and pulled out the biggest, greenest booger he had ever seen. It was a nice, big juicy one too, the kind that you can feel the slime coming out of the nose as it comes out. He smiled at it. It was such a relief to have it out. He could breathe again. “Dude!” Pat exclaimed, not being able to hold in his disgust any longer, “That’s gross!” Prompt: Sorry, bro. Not feeling it today.
Prompt: A guy you secretly like suddenly starts being nice to you. What you don’t know is that he’s a time traveler, and he’s feeling guilty because of something he did to you in an alternate timeline. There he was. I couldn’t help but staring at him. He was amazing. I totally forgot to listen to the lecture, I was too busy staring at him. “Hey, want to go study after class?” my guy friend asked after class ended and I was packing up my bag. “Sorry, bro,” I smiled absentmindedly, “Not feeling it today.” I followed my crush outside. I don’t know why I was so obsessed with him. He was nice enough, but we didn’t really interact much after class ended. Still, I always hoped that today would be the day that something would happen. Unfortunately, so far, I had been wrong. Fortunately, however, that was all soon to change, I just didn’t know it yet. *** Jesse raced down the sidewalk. He had to get away. If they caught him there would be Hell to pay. He had to get back to his real timeline. He couldn’t die in this godforsaken village. “Help,” a girl cried as he raced by. He recognized her. She was in his PoliSci class. She was always early, and seemed far too eager to be in the class. “Annamarie?” he asked. “Yes,” she smiled, “Please, help me.” Jesse glanced behind him. The mob was getting closer. He had to leave. “I’m sorry,” he shook his head and made a bolt for it. He tried to get the sound of her screaming out of his head. He had done what he had to do. She had just been collateral damage. *** “Hey Annamarie,” Jesse smiled at me as he walked into class, “How are you doing?” “I’m...I’m,” I couldn’t get the words out. I couldn’t believe that he was talking to me. It couldn’t be possible, “I’m fine.” “Good,” he smiled. Oh that smile. It melted my heart. For the next few weeks Jesse was more than attentive to me. He always came in and smiled, sometimes brought me gifts. It was wonderful. I didn’t understand why the sudden change, but I wasn’t going to ask too many questions. I was just basking in the glory of getting all of his attention, at least, until I found out the real reason. Jesse had invited me over for a party. I had gone early, to ‘help set up’. I wished I had just arrived on time, or better still, late, then I wouldn’t have heard what I overheard. Jesse and his friend Josh were sitting on the couch talking. “Why are you still compensating with Annamarie?” Josh asked, “It’s been months since the incident, and incident she doesn’t even know about.” “I know,” Jesse said, “But I just feel so guilty. I mean, I left her to die. I did nothing while she was trampled to death.” “Sticking to this version of Annamarie isn’t going to change that. That Annamarie was a different person, they had different lives. It’s totally different. You’ve done what you could to make it right, there’s nothing else you can do. Just let it go.” “What?” I gasped, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The guys turned to look at me, the look of shock on their faces was priceless, or at least would have been if I hadn’t been in total shock. “Annamarie!” Jesse shot to his feet and was at my side faster than I thought was possible. “No,” I shook my head. I had heard enough. I had thought he was doing all of this because he liked me, but it turns out that he had just felt guilty. I raced out the door. “Annamarie, wait!” I stopped in the middle of the street and turned. “No,” I said, “This whole time you’ve been lying to me. You were doing all of this to clear your conscious? For what? What exactly happened? I don’t know what you were talking about, but I didn’t die.” “You did,” Jesse said, “I travel through time, and you were there, you asked me for help and I left you there. You were trampled by the people who were after me.” I shook my head. That was ridiculous. He was crazy. Of course he was. I always seemed to fall for the crazies….or at least the crazies always fell for me. I was stupid to think that a cute, normal guy could possibly fall for me. I turned and was about to make my way back to my home when I heard Jesse calling my name once again. As I turned once again to look at him, I saw the truck. Frozen to the spot, I waited for the truck to move me from my spot. Prompt: “There’s a rumor going around that you’re the one to ask if someone needs to acquire rare and dangerous objects.” / “There’s a rumor going around that you’re an undercover cop.”
Henry stood up as Ryan approached. He knew he had seen her last night, but it had seemed like ages since he had seen her. Kevin sat on the bench his hand running furiously through his hair. “There’s a rumor going around that you’re the one to ask if someone needs to acquire rare and dangerous objects,” Henry flirted with Ryan as he kissed her hand. “You’ve heard correctly,” Ryan flirted back. A tingle raced through her at the feel of the kiss on her hand. Kevin got to his feet and nodded at Skye. “And there’s a rumor going around that YOU’RE an undercover cop,” Skye smiled to mask the barbed comment she just threw his way. Kevin froze. There was no way she could possibly know that. It was impossible. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he breathed, hoping that she hadn’t found the GPS. “Sure,” Skye smiled, her eyes narrowing. She wasn’t sure whether she should believe him or not. She’d have to keep a very careful eye on him throughout the entire engagement to see what he was trying to get at. |
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