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I know that it's early in the morning, and is, in fact, the earliest I have ever posted a prompt, but I posted today, and that's all that matters, right? :). Hope that you enjoy it! Prompt: “Are you scared?” / “No…no, not at all. I mean, what’s there to be scared of?” He gave a laugh that sounded a little too nervous. / “Good, because there’s a really scary looking something standing right behind you.” / “AAAAAAA!” Charles clutched Alysha’s hand as they walked into the haunted house. “Are you scared?” Alysha asked. Charles had never been to a haunted house before, and when the girls had found out his little secret, they had decided that this was the year that they were going to take him to a haunted house and be with him on his first experience in a haunted house. “I bet he’s super scared,” Ryan teased, laughing at the look on Charles’ face as he squeezed Alysha’s hand even tighter as they continued to go through the haunted house. “I’m not scared,” Charles said, “Not at all,” his voice trembled, “I mean, honestly, what’s there to be scared of?” Charles gave a little laugh that sounded a little too nervous. The girls looked at each other with sly smiles. “You sure about that?” Alysha asked as she stole her hand back and rubbed some feeling back into it. “Well, it’s good that you aren’t scared,” Skye said with a nod. “Especially because there’s a really scary looking something standing right behind you!” Ryan said, making herself look absolutely petrified of whatever it was that was standing behind Charles. Charles swung around trying to find out what was standing behind him. Alysha, already on target with Ryan’s thought process, was all ready to scare the bejeezus out of him when he turned around. “AAAAAA!!!!!” Charles screamed as he nearly collapsed to the ground in his fright over, absolutely nothing. “Oh yeah,” Alysha laughed, “Totally NOT scared.” “Not at all,” Skye shook her head. “Totally see that,” Ryan nodded her head slowly with a laugh. Charles got to his feet and started to take deep breaths to get his heart rate back to normal. “I totally wasn’t scared. I was just showing you how stupid you look because you were so scared,” Charles said, straightening his jacket and trying to look all macho. He had no idea why people went to haunted houses. They were terrifying. They might even be worse than having to watch a scary movie. He hated feeling scared, even the fake kind of scared that came with watching scary movies or going to haunted houses. “Yeah, right,” Skye nodded her head, pretending that she believed him, but everyone knew that no one was believing what Charles had just said. “You know we’re going to hold this over your head forever, right?” Alysha laughed. Charles nodded. He knew all too well that that would happen. Now he was going to be stuck being the terrified chicken who couldn’t handle a haunted house. What had he gotten himself into?
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Prompt: Haunted House
"I bet you can't stay in that house all by yourself all night," Alex taunted Jordan. "I can too," Jordan said, trying to sound stronger than she felt. She wasn't a pansy, or some little kid, scared of their own shadow. She was a mature sixteen year old. She wasn't afraid of an empty house, not even one that was supposed to be haunted. "I bet you five bucks," Alex said smugly, confidant that Jordan would back down. "Make it ten," Jordan said, "AND I want curly fries and a milkshake. THEN we have a deal," Jordan challenged. Alex scoffed and shrugged, accepting the deal. That night Jordan slipped into the house. It had been empty for so long, and nearly everything was falling apart. Everyone in town thought it was haunted. It never stayed occupied for every long, and eventually it stopped being occupied at all. No one went up there. People said that a murder had taken place in that house, and whoever stayed there would suffer the same ending as the original owners if they dared even step foot on the property, let alone live there. Jordan didn't believe it. It was simply a house. Nothing more, nothing less. There was nothing to be scared about. People only said that because having a haunted house in the town was exciting, and excitement was a rare thing in the town. And the weird sounds it made-like any old, abandoned house- didn't help matters either. But it didn't mean anything. All houses sounded like that eventually, if they got old enough. Jordan looked through all the rooms, making sure they were empty, before parking herself in the living room for the night. See? Nothing was wrong. Nothing haunted or scary about the place- except maybe fore the family of mice in the kitchen and some spiders living in corners of rooms. 'Whooo,' she suddenly heard. The sound made her jump. "Alex!" she shouted, catching her breath, "I know it's you. I know you're just trying to scare me. Knock it off!" She was met with silence. 'Leave NOW,' she heard a voice say. She rolled her eyes. Boys. They thought they were so clever sometimes, it was ridiculous. He was just being immature, that was all. She heard a scream and the sounds of glass breaking in the kitchen. Now they had done it! Jordan got to her feet and stormed into the kitchen, ready to start yelling at whoever she found there. She stopped dead in her tracks. Alex was in the kitchen, but he was sitting in a kitchen chair, staring at the stove with a petrified look on his face. "Alex this isn't funny," Jordan said, her voice strained with fear, "Knock it off." When he didn't comment, or even move, she walked over to him and put her hand on him. He was as cold as ice, as if he had died hours before, and he fell off the chair in a heap. Jordan started screaming. If this was a joke it was the best joke Jordan had ever seen. 'I said GET OUT!' a voice came again. Jordan looked toward the stove once more and saw a filmy person standing in front of her. She couldn't make out if it was male or female, and she didn't care. She didn't want to know if it was a joke. She didn't want to know what would happen if she didn't listen. She bolted for the door. The next day she waited for Alex at their normal meeting spot- bracing herself to hear him laugh at her about how funny and stupid she had been last night- but he never came. In the light of day, she made her way back up to the haunted house. Alex's body was still in a heap on the floor where she had left him the night before. It hadn't been a joke-no prank- nothing but a real, live, dead body in front of her. She ran screaming from the house once more. Never again would she be able to think that haunted houses weren't real. I'm doing a two in one prompt. Sorry, yesterday kind of got away from me.....I was kind of lost in a series (The Infernal Devices). (Yes I did read books 2 and 3 in one day :p) and didn't write anything. So here we go:
With this one I think I’m just going to answer the questions… Prompt: Musical OC Prompt 1.Put your playlist on shuffle 2.First song is your characters design 3.Second song is their personality 4.Third song is their relationship with their partner 5.Fourth song is their relationship with their family 6.Fifth song is their name meaning. So to answer these questions here we go…. 1.Characters Design: I Just Came Back From a War 2.Personality: Weight of the World 3.Relationship with partner: She Used To Be Mine 4.Relationship with their family: Half A World Away 5.Name meaning: Bad Habit Wow…this character is something…….Not a character that you want to be……. Prompt: “Feel what you need to feel and then let it go.” Jesse walked quietly up to Carrie as she stared dejectedly out at the water. She hardly glanced up at her as she made her way to her. Carrie knew that everyone meant well when they tried to distract her from her pain. She knew they meant well when they tried to get her to open up and talk. She knew that everything they were doing was their attempt to try and help her, but it wasn’t working. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much they ‘nagged’ her, she couldn’t find her way out of the storm clouds she had found herself lost in. Carrie pulled her legs up closer to her, trying to curl into a ball, maybe then she could roll away from Jesse. She continued to stare at the water, hoping that if she didn’t make eye contact with Jesse, then Jesse would simply go away. “You’ve been awfully quiet lately,” Jesse said, sitting down next to Carrie. Carrie frowned inside, obviously her plan hadn’t worked. “I know, I know,” Jesse continued, seemingly knowing exactly what Carrie was thinking and warding anything off before it could be said, “You’ve heard all the words of comfort before. You’ve heard all the advice, you’ve heard it all before. But it just seems to go in one ear and out the other.” Carrie glanced over at Jesse. So far that was the closest anyone had come to the truth. “You might even wish we’d all just shut up and leave you alone to die in a hole along with your heart,” Jesse said. She had felt that same pain when her twin had died. She had felt exactly that when they all tried to help her through her grief for her brother. “But let me tell you something I learned,” Jesse continued, not seeming to care that Carrie hadn’t said a word, “They aren’t going to go away. They are going to continue to watch out for you, they are going to continue to try and bring you back to them. That’s who they are.” Jesse grabbed Carrie’s hand, hoping that what she was about to say would find its way into Carrie’s heart. “I’m going to give you the same advice that Cara gave to me when my brother, Jordan, died.” Carrie turned to look at Jesse. She had known that Chilly’s full name was Chileana Danielle Jordan Permelly. She had known that the little girl had been named for some heroes of the war, but she had never made the connection that Jordan was related to Jesse before. “Go ahead and feel whatever it is that you need to feel,” Jesse encouraged, “Allow yourself to feel whatever that feeling is, but then,” Jesse said, pausing for effect and hoping that it would sink into Carrie’s heart and mind, “Then, let it go. Release it into the universe. It will probably still hurt occasionally,” Jesse’s grief over her brother still hurt, even all these years later, it wasn’t something that could just be taken away, “But you don’t have to carry that heavy burden around with you forever. Let it go,” Jesse patted Carrie’s hand, “And when you’re ready,” she squeezed Carrie’s hand, “Come back to us. We’ll be waiting.” With one more hand squeeze, Jesse got to her feet and walked away, giving Carrie her space to allow herself to break down. Unfortunately I'm still having problems with getting pictures up here, so to see today's picture used for today's prompt you'll have to go onto my social media pages.
This is a bit different. We're used to seeing Hunter go on missions alone, but this time you get a solo Felicia :). Prompt: Picture Prompt Felicia perched on the rock; her leg stretched out to the other side to keep herself steady on her perch. Holding her sword for extra support she turned to look at the mountains that were turning gold from the morning sunlight. She could follow the little stream up to the mountains, chasing the sun, and be at her destination in three days’ time. Then she would make them pay. She would make them ALL pay. You have a two in one conversation :). Sorry about yesterday, it was a hectic day. So, here you get two in one.
Prompt: He kissed her brow as the world around them burned, “See you in the next life, my love,” he whispered. Fredrick held Cara to him tightly, trying to cover her ears as screams of terror filled the night air. He had to get her to safety. He had to make sure she, and the baby were just fine, then, and only then would he go back to help the rest of the village. “I’m fine,” Cara said, “You should go.” “Are you sure?” he asked. With a nod of her head, he gave her a kiss and hurried off to help the rest of the village. He would never make it back. As the darkness lightened into morning, Cara went to find him. Through the fire and screaming, Cara made her way to Fredrick. “Cara, my darling,” he breathed. She raced to his side, and held him tightly. “See you in the next life,” Fredrick kissed her brow and held onto her tightly, “My darling.” They clung to each other as their world around them burned. She was holding him tightly as he slipped away. Prompt: Write a conversation without words. Hunter turned to look at James and nodded his head slightly. James nodded his head slowly as well. With a single mind, the two of them moved forward, making their way around the back. In the appointed space, the two of them paused once more. Hunter nodded his head again. James stared at him, his brows furrowing, Hunter’s eyes widened as he nodded. Together, using just their eyes and head movements, they managed to get their message across. One of the joys of working together and being best friends since before either of them could even remember. Prompt: She pulled the mask up over her face as she watched the guard lock up for the night. / “You ready?” he asked. / “Let’s do this!”
She pulled the mask up over her face as she watched the guard lock up for the night. She glanced over at her partner; he gave a slight nod. “You ready?” he asked, adjusting his mask one more time. She smiled behind her mask. She knew that he couldn’t see it. “Let’s do this!” she vocalized. He nodded his head and helped her to her feet. Then she was on her own. She raced off across the lawn and flung herself over the fence. Years of gymnastic training had finally paid off. On the other side, she opened the gate and allowed him to enter before rushing off to the safe. She would take care of the art, he would take care of the gold. Prompt: “I’ve spent all my life trying to make everyone happy. But when I needed them, when I needed you, you left me, alone, to pick up what was left of myself and try to piece it back together. SO no, you don’t have the right to come here and demand I get myself together because it was your fault that I’m like this today.”
He found her curled up in the corner of her room, her hands to her ears as if trying to drown out the noise that could only be heard in her own head. “I need your help,” he said, kneeling in front of her and pulling her hands from her ears. She stared at him but didn’t say a word. “Come on, we need to get going,” he pulled her to her feet. She allowed him to get her standing, but she made no move to follow him when he began to leave the room. “Come on!” he urged. He took a few steps toward her. “Okay, look,” he took her hands in his and looked at her, “I know you’re having a hard time and whatnot, but I’m going to need you to pull yourself together, alright?” “Pull myself together?” she cried, pulling her hands out of his grasp, “Pull myself together? Are you serious?” He stared at her blankly. Where had this come from? “I’ve spent all my life trying to make everyone happy,” she continued to vent. It was as if his little comment had opened something up inside of her that she couldn’t put a lid on any longer, “But when I needed them, when I needed you,” she stared at him, hurt in her eyes, “You left me,” she said softly, the fire slowly went out of her rant, “Alone,” she looked lost, and forgotten as she paused for a moment, “To pick up what was left of myself and try to piece it back together,” the fire started coming back into her voice, “So no,” she shook her head, “You don’t have the right to come in here,” she gestured around her little room that she had been secluded in, “And demand I get myself together because it was YOUR fault,” he pointed at him, poking him in the chest, “That I’m like this today.” Okay, so this may be inspired by some TV shows that I've been binging on Netflix :)....just a little.
Prompt: They thought he was a raving lunatic. They were right. Everyone thought he was a raving lunatic, someone to be scared of. No one dared go near his house for fear of what he would do if he caught them. No one dared even walk on the sidewalk outside of the fence his house had around it. When they found themselves coming closer, they would cross to the other side to try and be as far away from it as possible. The story went that he had murdered several people in cold blood, biting off people’s ears, noses, and fingers when they would fight back. A fact that he didn’t try to deny. A fact that he couldn’t deny. They thought he was a raving lunatic, and they were right. Well.....I used A LOT of creative license with this prompt :p. While the prompt is sort of in the story, it's been twisted around a lot to make it flow better with the scene in my head. But it's a Hunter scene, so I hope that makes it alright :p (I know that always makes everything all good with me, so hopefully it does with you as well).
Prompt: “Why did you break her? She was nothing to you, she had nothing to do with your plans, and she did nothing but love you.” / “I just felt like destroying something beautiful.” Elsee sat next to Hunter on the couch and squeezed his hand. After what had just happened, after being yelled at like he had been, Elsee had to give Hunter some comfort. “She’s broken,” Hunter sighed. Elsee squeezed his hand tighter and gave him a sympathetic smile. “Why did they have to break her?” Hunter asked, mostly to himself rather than to Elsee, it was almost as if he had forgotten that she was even in the room, “She was nothing to them. She had nothing to do with their plans.” Carrie had done nothing but love him, and now she was having to pay for it. Hunter felt as if he had been punched in the gut. “Some people just like destroying beautiful things,” Elsee said. Hunter looked up at her as if he just realized that she was there and had been there the entire time. “It’s not your fault,” Elsee continued. Hunter turned away. It was. He shouldn’t have let Carrie come on the mission. She should have waited at the Portal. She should have been healing. He had been in charge of the operation, and he had let them down, and Carrie had had to pay the price for it. Prompt: At the strike of twelve your godmother didn’t appear, but a masked gentleman did, and with one hand, he asked, “Would you care to dance, Princess?”
Ariendella had always been a fan of fairytales. She had no doubt in her mind that someday, her godmother would show up and change her life forever. She was still holding onto that belief on the day of the prince’s ball was no exception. While disheartened that she wasn’t able to go to the ball, she watched with a heart full of hope as her sisters went off to the ball without her. She had no doubt in her mind that her godmother was going to come and save the day and she was going to get what she wanted most in this world. She was going to get to go to the ball. Ariendella held her breath as the night drew on and nothing happened. It had to happen. It had to. Her godmother had to come. She just had to. The clock struck midnight and Ariendella closed her eyes as she held her breath and prayed. At the strike of midnight, however, when Ariendella opened her eyes, her godmother hadn’t appeared in front of her. Instead a masked gentleman had, and with one hand he asked, “Would you care to dance, Princess?” Ariendella stared at the man. This wasn’t what she was expecting at all. She stared at him, shocked. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do now. She was expecting a godmother to come and change her outfit and send her off to the ball, not some random man. “Well?” he asked, cocking his head slightly, but never took his hand back. Ariendella slowly put her hand in his and allowed him to guide her through a dance. “Who are you?” she asked as he spun her around. “In a way, I guess you could call me your godmother, well, grandfather would be more appropriate, but it doesn’t matter,” he shrugged as he pulled her back into his arms. “So you’re going to take me to the ball, and I’m going to meet my Prince Charming and live happily ever after?” Ariendella couldn’t help the shiver of excitement that flooded through her body at the mere thought. So, she had been expecting a woman, but she could live with this change. “Not quite,” the man said. Disappointment caused her to deflate slightly at the thought that she wasn’t going to get to go to the ball or meet her prince. “Sometimes things don’t turn out like imagined,” he continued. He was living proof of that. “Going to a ball and meeting a prince, while an amazing opportunity, isn’t life changing. In fact, it’s less life changing than being here, dancing with me right now.” Ariendella looked at him. He couldn’t be serious. How could dancing with this little nobody be more life changing than meeting a prince? By becoming a princess? At that moment, the dance was interrupted by several guards from the palace swarming around her little farmhouse. They searched the barn where they found the missing prince. He hadn’t been at the palace at all. Hadn’t been dancing at all. He was hiding out in the barn all the time. If Ariendella had gone to the ball, she wouldn’t have even met the prince, but because she had missed that opportunity, she had had the opportunity to get to meet the prince after all. |
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