Alysha and Charles confess their love for each other! And naturally, it wouldn't have happened without Ryan's interferance, so you have to thank her for today's scene! She's pretty awesome!
But hey, it isn't a Skye and Kevin scene :P, although I could do those all day....I figured it might be nice to see Alysha and Charles together, and see Ryan's meddling in action. Prompt: I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me…. “Come on,” Ryan teased, “Admit it. You’ve really fallen for him.” “No,” Alysha said adamantly, “I haven’t. I don’t love Charles and I never will love Charles.” “Oh whatever,” Ryan rolled her eyes, “You totally love him whether you admit it or not.” “Stop saying that,” Alysha said, taking a playful swing at Ryan. Ryan managed to dodge it easily, “Charles and Alysha sitting in a tree,” Ryan began to sing cheerily as she danced away. Alysha attacked back and within moments they were wrestling each other on the floor. Ryan, even with her short breath, never ceased in her cheerful singing and Alysha constantly tried to cover Ryan’s mouth in an attempt to quiet her. “What’s going on here?” Lucy asked, coming into the living room where the brawl was taking place. Ryan quickly got to her feet and rearranged herself so as to look more presentable. Alysha followed behind Ryan, though less frantically. “Nothing,” Ryan said breathlessly, “Nothing is going on here. You can keep on moving. Nothing to see here.” “Ok,” Lucy said, her voice saying that she wasn’t convinced that Ryan was telling her the truth and she was holding out hope that someone would tell her all the juicy details. “Ryan was just talking about things that she doesn’t understand or know anything about,” Alysha said, staring pointedly at Ryan as she spoke, “There’s really nothing you need to worry about.” Lucy looked almost dejected at the news. She loved a good gossip session and Ryan and Alysha weren’t going to let her in on what seemed to be the juiciest bits of gossip that she had heard in a long time. She stood shuffling her feet for a little bit, going up on her tip-toes on occasion, hoping that her presence would cause the two of them to spill the reason behind their argument. The two of them refused to comply, they simply looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to leave while occasionally throwing daggers at each other. After ten minutes Lucy seemed to get the hint and she seemed to trudge, rather than float out of the room. Ryan took an almost gleeful outlook at Lucy’s departure. She took an odd sense of pleasure in knocking Lucy down a notch. Alysha’s heart gave a little twinge of guilt, but it wasn’t enough for her to call Lucy back and talk about the humiliation she was suffering at Ryan’s big, fat mouth. “Why don’t you just admit it?” Ryan asked, after making sure Lucy was in fact gone. “Because it’s not true.” “It so is.” “Is not?” “Ok,” Skye said with a laugh, “Ii think we’ve just entered another dimension.” “That must be it,” Susan laughed back, “We entered a dimension where Ryan and Alysha are in fact three year old siblings.” “Well, I AM three,” Ryan said, “And Alysha is being mean,” Ryan said using her best pouting voice. “Oh,” Susan said sadly, then pulled out her hand and rubbed her pointer finger against her thumb, “You know what this is?” she paused for a moment before continuing, “It’s the world’s smallest violin, playing the world’s saddest song, just for you,” by the first world’s, she had picked up Ryan’s voice. Ryan said the last words happily, a large smile on her face as it ended. “Thank you, you are so sweet,” Ryan wrapped Susan up in an embrace. Susan just rolled her eyes and laughed as she returned the hug, “I have to get to work,” she pulled away from the embrace and turned toward Skye, “Good luck with this,” she gestured at Ryan and Alysha before she pulled Skye into an embrace. “Thanks,” Skye laughed as she returned Susan’s embrace, “So,” Skye said, looking between her friends after Susan had left the room, “What is going on?” “Nothing,” Alysha said in exasperation. Skye shrugged her shoulders, knowing that now would not be the time to push Alysha if she wanted to live, so she for once put her naturally curiosity aside for a moment. “She’s totally fallen in love with Charles and she won’t admit it,” Ryan tattled. “Ok,” Alysha said, throwing her hands up in the air in defeat, “Fine, you win, ok? Happy now? I love Charles! Somehow, through all the conning and the arguments, I have fallen for Charles!” As she continued to talk it started to sound less of a shouting match to Ryan as a soft confession to herself. She was finally being honest with herself. Charles, who had slipped of Alysha’s confession and had leaned himself up against the doorway with a smug smile on his face, pushed himself back into an uplift position and sauntered over to Alysha, his smug smile still in place, “So, you fell for me, huh?” his eyebrows did a smug little dance across his face. “No,” Alysha said, haughtily, “I didn’t FALL for you….ok? I don’t FALL for people, ok……There was no falling on my part….you just…..” Alysha fumbled, trying to figure out what to say, “You….you just….you tripped me,” Alysha finally finished. “I TRIPPED you?” Charles asked, almost in confusion. “Yes. Ok? You tripped me!” “Yeah, well I only tripped you because you tripped me first,” Charles said, his voice rising with the passion. Alysha was going to give an argument, but paused for a moment, fully allowing what Charles had said sink in. Her eyes widened, “Are you saying….Did you just….I mean….Did you just say….what I think you just said?” Ryan and Skye stood in the background, clutching at each other in their excitement. They were using their free hands to cover their mouths so they didn’t squeal out loud and ruin the moment. “Yes,” the smug look fell off Charles’ face, leaving with it pure seriousness. “You…You,” Alysha couldn’t bring herself to say the words….her mouth wouldn’t work. “I love you,” Charles said, coming up to Alysha and taking her hands in his, “Somewhere between all the conning and arguing, I fell in love with you.” Alysha grinned, her face lighting up, “I love you too.” Charles took Alysha in his arms and the two of them embraced, and gave Alysha a peck on the lips. Skye and Ryan couldn’t hold back their squeals any more as they jumped up and down, hitting each other in their excitement. 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Hey! Kevin and Skye are back again!!!! Love it! Love those two! They are the best! So adorable! Hope you enjoy this installment of Kevin and Skye cuteness.
Prompt: “You can’t protect everyone…..” “I have to try.” The rain was pounding on the ceiling. Skye lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her hand absentmindedly fiddling with the penny that Kevin had given her that Ryan had put on a chain and given her as a good-bye gift before she left. Finally, Skye couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t just lay there anymore, doing nothing. She forced herself up and out of bed, padding down to the living room in the darkness, trying not to wake anyone as she did so. She grabbed her sweater off of the back of the couch and wrapped it around her to ward off the chill as she stood by the window, looking out as the rain fell from the heavens and tapped against the window. “What are you doing?” Kevin asked with a yawn as he walked up behind Skye. Skye let out a shriek, her arms waving wildly, narrowly missing Kevin’s face and instead clocking him in the gut instead. “Oh my gosh,” Skye said, her hands flying up to her mouth, “I am so sorry,” her hands instinctively reached out to him to make sure that he was alright. “It’s alright,” Kevin said, “It was my fault. I know better than to sneak up on you like that.” “Yeah, still…..are you ok?” “I’m fine,” Kevin said, straightening up, “What are you doing up at 3:00 in the morning?” “I couldn’t sleep,” Skye said with a shrug. Kevin nodded his head in understanding. He couldn’t sleep either. This whole situation with Ryan was keeping them all up late at night. “It’s going to be ok,” Kevin said, wrapping his arm around Skye’s shoulder and pulling her close to his side as they both looked out the window and watched the rain fall. “I just feel so useless,” Skye said after a moment of silence, “I can’t do anything from here. I can’t help her. She’s there all alone….and I can’t protect her.” “You can’t protect everyone,” Kevin said, glancing over at Skye and staring at her profile. “I have to try,” Skye said, glancing over at Kevin and catching his eye, “I have to try and protect her. I have to try. I wasn’t able to protect Hannah…..It was different with Ryan. I’ve always been able to protect her before, and now I’m in a position where I can’t protect her.” “You’ve protected her for so long,” Kevin said, brushing the hair away from Skye’s face, “You have done an amazing job taking care of your friends, but it’s time to let go. They are adults, they can take care of themselves.” “I know,” Skye said, “But I can’t help it. I just….I’ve been doing this for so long….I just….” Skye couldn’t figure out what she was trying to say, so she just rambled on. “I know,” Kevin whispered, placing a finger lightly on Skye’s lips, before removing it and taking her in his arms, “I know,” he placed a kiss on the top of her head, “It’s going to be ok. You’ll get through this.” “But….” Skye said, pulling away from Kevin. “She’ll be fine too,” Kevin said, staring into Skye’s eyes. Skye nodded her head and smiled lightly as she turned to look back at the rain. Kevin stood behind Skye and wrapped his arms around Skye’s waist and the two of them stayed there until the sun began to rise. Prompt: “Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!
The snow was falling in heavy drifts, making it nearly impossible to see anything. Patricia had been walking since early morning, and had grown colder and colder with each passing footstep she had taken. Up ahead she was able to make out an outline of what appeared to be a cabin with smoke coming out of the chimney. She fumbled over her own two feet and the snow drifts as she tried to rush toward the cabin. At the very least it could provide warmth and shelter until the storm passed and she could move on to a different place. “Hello?” A man asked as he answered the door and saw a very snow covered Patricia. “Hi,” Patricia said through her chattering teeth, “I know this sounds really weird…..but can I come in and warm up for a little bit?” “Um,” he said, looking her up and down uncertainly for a minute. After looking her over, and assuming she couldn’t be too dangerous, he stepped aside and allowed her to come into the cabin. “Thanks,” Patricia shivered as she came into the cabin and tried to shake the snow off of herself, creating a puddle of water at her feet. “No problem….” The man said with a shrug, “Why don’t you feel free to make yourself a small fire, help you warm up,” he said as he walked into the kitchen to get some of the soup he had been making. Patricia looked toward the fireplace. She had never been allowed to use matches before. She had no idea how to make a fire, but from what she had seen it couldn’t be that hard. She threw in a bunch of wood and a whole thing of newspapers that was sitting next to the logs and struck the match. It lit a lot faster than she had thought it would, and was a lot smokier than she had imagined it would be. The fire grew and grew, until it leapt out of the fireplace and onto the mat in front of it and began to burn it up. Patricia tried to pat it down fruitlessly, doing absolutely nothing to put a stop to the flames. “What on earth is going on?” the man asked, coming back into the living room with two bowls of soup from the kitchen. “Um….” Patricia said, looking from the man to the fire and back again, “Um….” “I said a small fire! This is not a small fire!” he gestured wildly about at the fire. “Um….” Patricia said, looking guiltily down at her feet, “I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” The man said, “You’re sorry? That’s it? You are burning my cabin down and all you can say is sorry?” “Yeah, and um….shouldn’t we be trying to put the fire out instead of just sitting here watching it burn?” The man looked stupidly at Patricia for a minute before it kicked into gear that yes, he should in fact be doing something instead of just sitting there watching as his cabin burned to a crisp. He rushed to the kitchen and filled every container that he had up with water and lugged them into the living room where Patricia would toss it onto the fire. At first it didn’t seem to do anything to put an end of the flames, but eventually the fire lessened and all that was left was a large charcoal ring on the floor where the wood had burnt when the fire was licking away the mat. The entire cabin was filled with smoke and the two of them were dirty from head to foot, but at least the cabin was still intact and they were still safe and sound, and out of the weather. “So,” Patricia dragged the word out, making it last longer than it needed to, “I guess you are going to want me to leave, huh?” her eyes were wide, almost pleading for him not to kick her out into the freezing cold once again, at the very least hoping that he had the shred of decency not to kick her out until after it had stopped snowing. “Yeah,” the man nodded slowly, “That would be a good idea….” “Ok,” Patricia said and she began to gather up her things and head toward the door. “Wait,” the man called out, stopping her in her tracks, “You don’t have to leave right this second. After all, it’s still snowing out there, and there isn’t another person within ten miles of here.” “Really?” Patricia asked hopefully. “Really,” the man nodded, “I can’t in good conscience let you go out in a storm like that……You’d freeze to death for sure.” “Thank you,” Patricia said gleefully, dropping her stuff. “Just no more making fires, okay?” the man said with a slight smile. “Deal.” Sorry. About Friday and Saturday. My family was celebrating Thanksgiving on Saturday due to schedules, and so on Friday I was busy making pies and things for Thanksgiving....so I wasn't able to accomplish my writing prompts. So instead of trying to make three prompts into one....I'm just going to post two more songs that I've done, again without the music.
The Wind Of Change The wind of change is coming Can’t you feel it in the air? There’s bound to be some changes In the life we know so well. The wind of change is blowing Blowing through the town It’s bound to sweep up someone On it’s never ending gale. The wind of change is coming Can’t you feel it in the air? There’s bound to be some changes In the life we know so well. The wind of change is mean It wants us to be scared It likes us to tremble Against an uncertain fate The wind of change is greedy It wants to take us all It wants us to follow It wants to lead us on. The wind of change is coming Can’t you feel it in the air? There’s bound to be some changes In the life we know so well. The wind of change is restless It won’t stay for long It’s bound to move on sometime Don’t let it leave you behind. The wind of change is blowing Will it blow through you? Will you fall to your knees And let it sweep you away? Okay, so that was Friday's prompt...This is Saturday's prompt. Changing This place used to fit me like a glove I was a part of it, and it a part of me Then with one small absence The glove no longer fit. Suddenly, everything changed. The sense of familiarity Was gone. Disappeared from my view. The place I used to live, The place I used to fit in to, Belong in, Disappeared into history. I was no longer apart Of a world I used to live in. Without taking me with it, It had moved on. Or was it me? Had I left that world behind me? Had it been the one to stay the same While I moved on? Was that the reason that The place I used to live, The place I used to fin in to, belong in Had disappeared into history? Nothing stays the same. Things are in constant motion. It can never be the same. You really can’t go home again. People move on. Things change. The place of your remembrances Exist only in your mind. The place that used to fit like a glove Won’t fit any longer. Times have changed, And you must move on with it. You can’t go through life in reverse. That life lives only in your memories. Embrace the change that is thrown your way. It’s the only way to live. Okay, and here's today's prompt..... This is Where Horror Stories Begin A deserted highway casts shadows on the streets. Our car barrels down the highway. Four of us all alone. This is where horror stories begin. In the deepening darkness. No way to call for help. This is the start of our personal horror story. Headlights of our car are our only lights. Four of us stuck in metal coffin In a shadowy darkness. This is where horror stories begin. In the deepening darkness. No way to call for help. This is the start of our personal horror story. We crash no one will know. We’ll die in the darkness. All alone, with no one to help. This is where horror stories begin. In the deepening darkness. No way to call for help. This is the start of our personal horror story. This ride will begin The horror story. The personal horror story called life. Again, sorry about all that. Thanks for reading three prompts all at once. I'll try and do a lot better.....I am usually pretty good with it, there are just times when it doesn't work out like it's supposed to. Since it is Thanksgiving, I decided to do something about gratitude. There is so much in this world to be grateful for.
Prompt: What are you grateful for? I am grateful for:
I want to hear from you. What are some things you are grateful for? Since it's begun to snow, I decided it would be the perfect time to write about what winter sounds like.
Prompt: Describe what winter sounds like A hush falls over all the land. The hustle bustle from the other months has calmed and leaves a steady nothingness in its wake. Gone are the sounds of construction going on, or the sound of rustling leaves are all gone. Nothing is left but silence. The snow fall casts a silencer on the already silent crowd, making it even quieter than it was before the snow came to the land. I'd love to hear from you now..... What do you think winter sounds like? What sounds bring winter to your mind? This is a scene from a story that I'm writing called, "Stalked". Hope you like it.
Prompt: A close friend hasn’t shown up for work in three days. You’ve repeatedly called them on their cell and they haven’t responded. After work you go to their house. Carla danced into the office the next morning. She had never been so happy before in her entire life. She had just married the man of her dreams, and she had the perfect date set up for her friend, Gabriella. Soon Gabriella would have the same happiness with a man that Carla herself had. “Where’s Gabriella?” Carla asked, stopping short in the office space. She had expected Gabriella to already be there when she walked in. “She is taking some time off,” Dr. Matthews said. “Really? Why would she do that?” Carla asked, “I mean, that is kind of mean to do to you guys, with me off on my honeymoon and all, and if she was going to go on a vacation why wouldn’t she tell me?” “As you said, you were on your honeymoon….Maybe she didn’t want to disturb you.” “That’s still not like her at all….” Carla hedged. Eventually she shrugged her shoulders and got to work. It wasn’t until three days later when she still hadn’t heard from Gabriella that she started getting worried. She tried to call Gabriella over and over again, sending multiple text messages, and got no response. That wasn’t like Gabriella at all. She always answered her phone. “Where is she?” Carla asked. “Still on vacation,” Dr. Matthews said with a shrug. “Why isn’t she answering any of my phone calls or my texts?” “Maybe she’s busy….maybe she just wants to be alone…..I don’t know. Do I look like Gabriella’s keeper?” “No,” Carla sighed…. She didn’t know what else to say. That afternoon she drove to Gabriella’s place to see if maybe she could find a clue as to Gabriella’s whereabouts. Using the key that Gabriella had given her in case of emergencies, Carla entered the apartment. She looked around. The place felt oddly empty, as if someone hadn’t been there for a very long time. She walked into Gabriella’s bedroom. All of her clothes were still in the closet, and her suitcases were still underneath the bed, untouched. That wasn’t right. No one went on vacation and left everything they owned behind. Something had happened to her friend, and she was going to figure out what happened. So, this is to make up for Sunday. (November 20). I was feeling sick and wasn't feeling up to much of anything, so nothing really got accomplished. I didn't even pick out a prompt for the day, but I didn't want to miss another prompt.....so I picked out a poem, actually they are supposed to be song lyrics, that I really liked that I wrote, and decided to post if for today's prompt. Hope you don't mind.
It’s a kill, kill world It doesn’t matter who’s to blame It’s always her fault Cause he’s just a man Who can’t control himself. She’s supposed to tell him no She’s supposed to fight him off In this Kill, kill world It is upside down It doesn’t have to be fair In this kill, kill world No one seems to care No one hears the cries No one understands In this kill, kill world. It’s kill or be killed So you better make the kill So you don’t get killed. Take a stab Bring the others down To rise to the top Take control Over everyone In this kill, kill world It’s you or me So it might as well be me Cause you don’t count You’re just a thing To be used and left On the way to the kill Don’t get in the way Don’t stay in the dark Of this kill, kill world You do what you must Till there’s nothing left In this kill, kill world This kill, kill world Will kill you This Kill, kill world is the end Enjoy your stay In this kill, kill world They are supposed to be song lyrics, I just don't have the music to go with them.... Thanks for reading. So this is today's prompt....November 21.....November 20 will come next. Sorry I didn't post it yesterday, but I wasn't feeling too well, and really nothing much got accomplished except sleep......So sorry about that. Hope you enjoy today's prompt.
Prompt: On your 18th birthday you shoot a mystic bow that is said to kill whoever is destined to kill you, three seconds before they do. 8 years later your arrow strikes your SO’s heart, right as he says “I do.” “I can’t believe you dragged me to this,” Anna whined as Laura dragged her from stall to stall. “Oh come on,” Laura said, “Admit it, you are having a great time.” Anna rolled her eyes. She wouldn’t admit it under oath, but she was glad that Laura had dragged her here. It was a lot better than sitting around moping about her break-up with her boyfriend. She had thought things were going so well and then out of the blue, a week before she turned 18, he broke up with her. “Come in,” a gypsy lady gestured them inside her tent. The two girls looked at each other. Laura’s eyes were brimming with excitement and wonderment at what the gypsy lade would show them. Anna allowed her friend to drag her into the tent. They walked through the beads at the opening. There on the table was a bow and arrow. The gypsy took Anna’s hand and led her inside before handing her the bow. “This bow is special. It is a bow that will kill the person who is destined to kill you three seconds before they kill you,” she pushes the bow toward Anna. Anna stares at the bow in confusion before turning to look at Laura. She simply shrugs her shoulders, in a ‘why not’ kind of fashion. Anna tilts her head slightly, accepting the bow. She shoots the arrow and it lands harmlessly at her feet. She then handed the bow to Laura, who did the same thing, this time the arrow landed right next to the door of the tent. The two girls smiled at each other, shook their heads and walked out of the tent, and didn’t even bother giving it a second thought, until eight years later on Anna’s wedding day. “I can’t believe you’re getting married! Laura said. “I know! I can’t either! He’s so wonderful!” “Oh, don’t rub it in,” Laura said mockingly. “Oh don’t worry. You’ll find someone eventually.” The music started to play, announcing that she needed to start walking up the aisle. Anna straightened her dress and grabbed the bouquet out of Laura’s hand and walked down to see the love of her life. He took her hands in his and looked lovingly into her eyes. He had just finished saying “I do” when an arrow came out of nowhere and pierced him in the heart. He was dead before he hit the ground. “Jason!” Anna screeched as she put her hands up to her mouth to keep herself from screaming out loud. People began to swarm around her, cutting off the air supply. She couldn’t get air. She had just seen the love of her life die right in front of her. This couldn’t be happening to her. Somehow she managed to make it through the questions and the funeral without totally breaking down. She thought often about her 18th birthday and couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with Jason’s death, if she had somehow caused his death and if that was the case, did that mean that Jason was going to kill her first. And if so, why would he do that? What could he possibly gain from killing her? She needed answers and she needed them now. She wouldn’t rest until she had found them. Thanks for reading!! So, I've never been drunk before....so I don't know exactly how drunk people act, but basing things on movies and books and things like that, I went with it. Hope you like it. Prompt: “You’re really drunk right now.” “No I’m not, you’re just blurry.” Laura twirled the wine around in her glass as she looked blurry eyed at the guests that were passing by her. “Hey Laura,” Matthew said, sliding into the seat next to her. “Hey,” Laura said drunkenly, taking another sip of her wine and trying to put it on table, without any luck, “Aren’t they just the cutest couple? Don’t they look so great?” her voice slurred as she looked at the bride and groom as they danced to their song. “Yeah,” Matthew said, “They look perfect.” “They are just so perfect. Why does that never happen to me?” she looked sadly back at Matthew for a minute, then suddenly she cheered as a thought came to her mind, “Hey, buddy old pal,” she smiled, “Why don’t you and I get married?” she leaned over and placed a kiss on Matthew’s unsuspecting lips. He jerked back at the suddenness of the kiss and stared at her in confusion for a moment, blinking rapidly as he tried to deal with what had just happened. “You’re really drunk right now,” he said, carefully taking the glass of wine from Laura’s hand and placing it on the table out of her reach. “No I’m not,” Laura said, trying to reach for the glass, but unable to get it, “You’re just a little blurry right now.” “Yeah,” Matthew said with raised eyebrows, “You’re drunk.” “Why is it, because I have a perfectly brilliant idea that makes me drunk? I am not drunk!” She leaned over and planted a long, lingering kiss on Matthew’s lips. Matthew forced himself to pull away from the kiss. As much as he had wanted to do this, he couldn’t…..not right now….not with Laura in the condition that she was in. It wouldn’t be right. Tomorrow she probably wouldn’t even remember they had had this conversation in the first place. Thank you so much for reading. Hope you enjoyed it. |
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