||PART THREE||
Greco was on the roof.
"Daddy!!" Penelope's voice pierced through the moonlit night. Mavis perked up out of her hopelessness.
Boris had them tied on opposite sides of the crane.
Greco allowed the timer to leave his hand. There was enough weight on his shoulders already. He hobbled as fast as he could. Heart pounding his insides sore. Lump clinging tightly to his throat.
"Hold on I'm going to get you off of there!!" He dished out his last ounces of courage to comfort them.
"Daddy!! Daddy!!" Penelope's shrieks cut through his heart like cheese. She was watching the timer countdown. She knew what it meant. Boris strapped it there to serve that very purpose.
"Charles! Free our daughter. Free her first!" Mavis' motherly instinct burst through. She cared not for her life. Only Penelope mattered.
Greco's mind was made up. He wrestled with the chords Boris had bundled around her. As they run he kept looking back at what they had chosen to leave behind. There was nothing he could do...
-KABOOM!!!-
They made it down in time...She was beside herself. Inconsolable. Much had been lost. Too much to bear. All in one night.
Sirens were the last thing Greco heard.
ONE YEAR LATER.
"It's beautiful. Now, she will always be here with us." He said as he caressed her.
"We're going to name her Penelope" Greco continued.
Mavis nodded in agreement...
THE END
PROMPT: Write a story where you have to decide to save the life of one loved one or another. You can only save one.
CONDITION: Thriller
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Greco was on the roof.
"Daddy!!" Penelope's voice pierced through the moonlit night. Mavis perked up out of her hopelessness.
Boris had them tied on opposite sides of the crane.
Greco allowed the timer to leave his hand. There was enough weight on his shoulders already. He hobbled as fast as he could. Heart pounding his insides sore. Lump clinging tightly to his throat.
"Hold on I'm going to get you off of there!!" He dished out his last ounces of courage to comfort them.
"Daddy!! Daddy!!" Penelope's shrieks cut through his heart like cheese. She was watching the timer countdown. She knew what it meant. Boris strapped it there to serve that very purpose.
"Charles! Free our daughter. Free her first!" Mavis' motherly instinct burst through. She cared not for her life. Only Penelope mattered.
Greco's mind was made up. He wrestled with the chords Boris had bundled around her. As they run he kept looking back at what they had chosen to leave behind. There was nothing he could do...
-KABOOM!!!-
They made it down in time...She was beside herself. Inconsolable. Much had been lost. Too much to bear. All in one night.
Sirens were the last thing Greco heard.
ONE YEAR LATER.
"It's beautiful. Now, she will always be here with us." He said as he caressed her.
"We're going to name her Penelope" Greco continued.
Mavis nodded in agreement...
THE END
PROMPT: Write a story where you have to decide to save the life of one loved one or another. You can only save one.
CONDITION: Thriller
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|N. I.P|
DAY 24
PROMPT:Your cell phone rings with an unknown number.You answer and the voice on the other end says, “I’m the sister that you didn’t know you had. Want to know more?”
"Wow! Of course I want to know more. I hope you'll talk about the wife I didn't know I had, my mystery grandchildren and my patience which I clearly don't have. Get off my line. Frigging scam!"
Life at his new job was rosy. He never quite got hold of any petals though. The thorns stabbed him everywhere he turned. First his boss, then his clammy workmate who kept stinking up the office with gruesome farts.
He was the butt of every joke. Every shade was thrown flabby physique and his extra padded rump. He started out believing the body shaming would stop...Now he had learnt to let it all bounce off him.
His messy hair, unevenly buttoned shirt and deep frown showed how nice his life was going.
"Tsk, at least her voice was compensation enough, why do the good ones get rotten all the time?" He said shoving his phone into his pocket once more.
Ben felt something. He felt a weight leave his heart. He felt this buzz within. It spilled over onto his poopy droopy face. He found himself smiling. Smiling to himself?
He was suddenly at peace. Shockingly!
He almost felt nimble.
What was happening?!
...
Unlocking his door-the best part of his day. It won him a free ticket to do a trust fall. His beloved friend always caught him. His bed was ever reliable.
He'd take off his clothes later. Much much later. Cuddling his pillow did him good. It gave him a glimpse of what love would feel like.
His phone started singing. He cussed a bit at the person who had chosen the worst to call him.
That number!
"Oh come on! Which scam calls twice?"
He dropped the crying phone on his bedside table. He couldn't be bothered.
"Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone."
Someone was speaking. With one voice, yet many. The room was silent yet the commands grew louder. His fingers dug into the sides of his head to block his ears. He squirmed restlessly, rolling from side to side. He was doing all it took to displace the voices from his head. They just wouldn't leave!
He sat up on his bed and exploded. "Shut up! Whoever you are!! Get out of my head!!!!"
His roar sent quivers through the walls of his house. He had emptied his belly of pent up frustration.
There was silence.
Slowly, he freed his ears. Letting down his hands. Listening to see if he had really scared away the voice...His attention quickly shifted to his phone. There was something about that number.
"I give up. Look behind you."
He read off the screen.
With apprehension, he eyeballed his screen some more.None of his softwares showed texts that way.
"Look behind you? Oh me?OH...ME." He gulped.
His shirt clung to his skin,cold sweat broke everywhere.His nervous itch broke out.But he couldn't scratch...someone.Or something. It was there. Behind him. Breathing on his neck.
He turned instantly with fists readied and eyes screwed shut. His fists were for covering his face. The twenty four year old man was on the edge of pissing his pants.
"Hey. You talk pretty tough but you can't handle a visitor?"
His his lips stopped quivering. The voice. The scam's beautiful beautiful voice. The scam was in his room?!
Her palms. Supple beyond anything he'd felt, touched his threatening fists. The sensation caused his eyes to flutter open.
"Who...are... you?"
She flashed a white set of perfect teeth, puckered up and leaned in. Her forehead, a symbol lit up on it. White radiant light. Growing more intense as she closed in.
She planted her lips. He was perplexed in every way. She kissed his nose?!
Before his tongue could express disgust, her forehead met his...
Radiance all around. He couldn't even force his eyes open. Something was happening. She exhaled and withdrew wearing the brightest smile. His eyes flew open..
"Fairies exist? My father didn't die in a car crash? He's the King of the fairies?!"
She nodded in amusement. He had so much to learn...
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CONDITION: Fantasy
DAY 24
PROMPT:Your cell phone rings with an unknown number.You answer and the voice on the other end says, “I’m the sister that you didn’t know you had. Want to know more?”
"Wow! Of course I want to know more. I hope you'll talk about the wife I didn't know I had, my mystery grandchildren and my patience which I clearly don't have. Get off my line. Frigging scam!"
Life at his new job was rosy. He never quite got hold of any petals though. The thorns stabbed him everywhere he turned. First his boss, then his clammy workmate who kept stinking up the office with gruesome farts.
He was the butt of every joke. Every shade was thrown flabby physique and his extra padded rump. He started out believing the body shaming would stop...Now he had learnt to let it all bounce off him.
His messy hair, unevenly buttoned shirt and deep frown showed how nice his life was going.
"Tsk, at least her voice was compensation enough, why do the good ones get rotten all the time?" He said shoving his phone into his pocket once more.
Ben felt something. He felt a weight leave his heart. He felt this buzz within. It spilled over onto his poopy droopy face. He found himself smiling. Smiling to himself?
He was suddenly at peace. Shockingly!
He almost felt nimble.
What was happening?!
...
Unlocking his door-the best part of his day. It won him a free ticket to do a trust fall. His beloved friend always caught him. His bed was ever reliable.
He'd take off his clothes later. Much much later. Cuddling his pillow did him good. It gave him a glimpse of what love would feel like.
His phone started singing. He cussed a bit at the person who had chosen the worst to call him.
That number!
"Oh come on! Which scam calls twice?"
He dropped the crying phone on his bedside table. He couldn't be bothered.
"Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone."
Someone was speaking. With one voice, yet many. The room was silent yet the commands grew louder. His fingers dug into the sides of his head to block his ears. He squirmed restlessly, rolling from side to side. He was doing all it took to displace the voices from his head. They just wouldn't leave!
He sat up on his bed and exploded. "Shut up! Whoever you are!! Get out of my head!!!!"
His roar sent quivers through the walls of his house. He had emptied his belly of pent up frustration.
There was silence.
Slowly, he freed his ears. Letting down his hands. Listening to see if he had really scared away the voice...His attention quickly shifted to his phone. There was something about that number.
"I give up. Look behind you."
He read off the screen.
With apprehension, he eyeballed his screen some more.None of his softwares showed texts that way.
"Look behind you? Oh me?OH...ME." He gulped.
His shirt clung to his skin,cold sweat broke everywhere.His nervous itch broke out.But he couldn't scratch...someone.Or something. It was there. Behind him. Breathing on his neck.
He turned instantly with fists readied and eyes screwed shut. His fists were for covering his face. The twenty four year old man was on the edge of pissing his pants.
"Hey. You talk pretty tough but you can't handle a visitor?"
His his lips stopped quivering. The voice. The scam's beautiful beautiful voice. The scam was in his room?!
Her palms. Supple beyond anything he'd felt, touched his threatening fists. The sensation caused his eyes to flutter open.
"Who...are... you?"
She flashed a white set of perfect teeth, puckered up and leaned in. Her forehead, a symbol lit up on it. White radiant light. Growing more intense as she closed in.
She planted her lips. He was perplexed in every way. She kissed his nose?!
Before his tongue could express disgust, her forehead met his...
Radiance all around. He couldn't even force his eyes open. Something was happening. She exhaled and withdrew wearing the brightest smile. His eyes flew open..
"Fairies exist? My father didn't die in a car crash? He's the King of the fairies?!"
She nodded in amusement. He had so much to learn...
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CONDITION: Fantasy
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 25
PROMPT: You’ve had a really rotten year financially. Your friends give you nice gifts, but you can’t afford it. What do you do?
CONDITION: N/A
"Francis! I've had enough of this! Get your broke behind up in here. RIGHT NOW!"
"Hun, chill, what's with the yelling?"
"What's with the yelling? What did you promise me?"
"Erm, that I'd brush my teeth twice a day?"
"We know how that's going." She countered, rolling her eyes at him.
"Francis, you promised we were going to have a quiet Christmas this year. With nothing fancy."
"Oh, Brie, what's fancy about this year? We couldn't even get a Christmas tree."
"You mean, what's not fancy. Look at the things your friends gave you!"
"They gave me. Me didn't ask. Me didn't beg. What's your deal? Woman!"
His caveman impression gave clear signals. Brie didn't want to ruffle his feathers. The year had done enough of that.
"Francis." She said softly.
"Brie, I'm sorry. Let's sit and talk?"
"I'd love that." She said as she moved in for a snuggle.
They continued in the lonely couch.
"Francis. Carl bought you that expensive watch. Ronan brought you three kegs of beer."
"Yes Brie, and Diamond bought me the new fishing pole I was crazy about."
"Phil bought you the gaming console. To help you waste time with a smile on your face."
"Don't blaspheme against my gaming habits."
"And what's with the silly face."
She poked his nose. He used the classic wink that won her over.
"Francis! Don't wink. You look sillier."
"Haha, says the one who fell for it."
"For real now, what are you getting them. You can't just take and not give."
"I could take a loan?"
"Tsk, says the guy who neck deep in debt. About that, when are you paying me?"
"Oh Brie, what you gave in cash, I gave back, in another form."
"In another form?"
"Just like I did last night." Two winks and a naughty smile followed.
"Oh Francis! And you totally have to see the doctor about your wink."
"Brie! Eureka! Remember the time the doctor took flesh from my leg to patch up my hand?"
"Yeah...what are you getting at?
"What if I give away the things I got. Like Diamond gets the console for her son. Ronan can go fishing with the pole. Phil gets one keg of beer."
"Hey. And what happens to the two other kegs?" She cut in.
"It took time for my leg to heal after the doctor took flesh from it. The two kegs of beer will heal my soul."
"Interesting, so you're deciding to give away all your stuff?"
"All my stuff? No. I have more valuable things left."
"Valuable things like?"
"My lovely wife and a piece of turkey in the refrigerator."
She blushed, leaned in and planted something nice on his mouth. A consoling hug came next and her words followed.
"Francis, I love you. You're the best thing a woman could have, rotten year and all."
He dug his head into her bossom and whispered.
"The turkey is the most valuable thing to me."
"Well your breath stinks!You're sleeping in the couch. Francis!"
And thus ended the magical day of Christmas.
The end.
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DAY 25
PROMPT: You’ve had a really rotten year financially. Your friends give you nice gifts, but you can’t afford it. What do you do?
CONDITION: N/A
"Francis! I've had enough of this! Get your broke behind up in here. RIGHT NOW!"
"Hun, chill, what's with the yelling?"
"What's with the yelling? What did you promise me?"
"Erm, that I'd brush my teeth twice a day?"
"We know how that's going." She countered, rolling her eyes at him.
"Francis, you promised we were going to have a quiet Christmas this year. With nothing fancy."
"Oh, Brie, what's fancy about this year? We couldn't even get a Christmas tree."
"You mean, what's not fancy. Look at the things your friends gave you!"
"They gave me. Me didn't ask. Me didn't beg. What's your deal? Woman!"
His caveman impression gave clear signals. Brie didn't want to ruffle his feathers. The year had done enough of that.
"Francis." She said softly.
"Brie, I'm sorry. Let's sit and talk?"
"I'd love that." She said as she moved in for a snuggle.
They continued in the lonely couch.
"Francis. Carl bought you that expensive watch. Ronan brought you three kegs of beer."
"Yes Brie, and Diamond bought me the new fishing pole I was crazy about."
"Phil bought you the gaming console. To help you waste time with a smile on your face."
"Don't blaspheme against my gaming habits."
"And what's with the silly face."
She poked his nose. He used the classic wink that won her over.
"Francis! Don't wink. You look sillier."
"Haha, says the one who fell for it."
"For real now, what are you getting them. You can't just take and not give."
"I could take a loan?"
"Tsk, says the guy who neck deep in debt. About that, when are you paying me?"
"Oh Brie, what you gave in cash, I gave back, in another form."
"In another form?"
"Just like I did last night." Two winks and a naughty smile followed.
"Oh Francis! And you totally have to see the doctor about your wink."
"Brie! Eureka! Remember the time the doctor took flesh from my leg to patch up my hand?"
"Yeah...what are you getting at?
"What if I give away the things I got. Like Diamond gets the console for her son. Ronan can go fishing with the pole. Phil gets one keg of beer."
"Hey. And what happens to the two other kegs?" She cut in.
"It took time for my leg to heal after the doctor took flesh from it. The two kegs of beer will heal my soul."
"Interesting, so you're deciding to give away all your stuff?"
"All my stuff? No. I have more valuable things left."
"Valuable things like?"
"My lovely wife and a piece of turkey in the refrigerator."
She blushed, leaned in and planted something nice on his mouth. A consoling hug came next and her words followed.
"Francis, I love you. You're the best thing a woman could have, rotten year and all."
He dug his head into her bossom and whispered.
"The turkey is the most valuable thing to me."
"Well your breath stinks!You're sleeping in the couch. Francis!"
And thus ended the magical day of Christmas.
The end.
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 27
CONDITION: All the best
PROMPT: You are stopped by law enforcement on a not-so-traveled road. He claims that you were speeding and broke several other traffic laws. He can take you to jail and impound your car. But you can go free without a ticket if you perform oral sex on him. What do you do?
"WHAT!? You want me to go down on you? You ugly piece of..."
"Offence. Number. Eight. Insulting a cop." He cut in with a rich smile on his face.
"No I can't believe this. Out here? What if someone sees?"
"Hey, lady. I've patrolled this place for TWO WHOLE MONTHS! You're the third person dumb enough to use this route."
There was a cockiness about him that riled her. Her eyes were glued to the icky moustache his nose seemed to have pooped onto his face.
"Grrr. Offence three for you too. You just insulted a civilian. Asked for a sloppy on your D and gave me a near death experience with your breath."
"Lady, go down or let me pin a nice, little ticket on that bum of yours."
"Pervert! First you want a sloppy, now it's my bum you're after? Ugh, you irritate me."
"Bum is short for bumper!" He countered.
"Wow, being out here sure messes with a person's head. Cops put tickets on bumper's now? You liar."
The cop's hands descended to his bony waist. He eyed her not saying a word.
"What are you looking at?" She quizzed.
"A little princess pulling at the fangs of law enforcement. I'm writing you this ticket. Since that's how you want it."
Her tense eyebrows lost their fire. A ticket was the last thing she wanted. And jail?! How would father react?
Mother. She'd go ahead and donate the car to the church.
"Mister. Let's not be rash." She said politely.
"Interesting. Something to discuss? ...A change of mind perhaps?" He snickered and twirled his ragged waist.
The sight was puke worthy but she managed to keep it down. By now, the cop's third leg was almost drilling a hole through his skin tight pants...
Molly sighed, and turned to her car.
"Hey princess, not so fast." His voice had lost its ruggedness. Thoughts of pleasure had weakened his chords.
"Shut up." She fired back.
She leaned in through her window and reached for something. The suspicious cop's hand lingered around his taser for fear of the unknown.
She strutted back to him. Rolling her hips. Knocking his brain dead with fantasies. She looked him square in the eye, tying her dark flowy hair into a bun.
One step closer. Then another. One hand on his pulsing chest
and the other wandering lower...
She gave a firm squeeze. Masochistic ecstacy flooded his face. She felt him some more and warned,
"Mister...don't you dare blow up in my mouth."
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DAY 27
CONDITION: All the best
PROMPT: You are stopped by law enforcement on a not-so-traveled road. He claims that you were speeding and broke several other traffic laws. He can take you to jail and impound your car. But you can go free without a ticket if you perform oral sex on him. What do you do?
"WHAT!? You want me to go down on you? You ugly piece of..."
"Offence. Number. Eight. Insulting a cop." He cut in with a rich smile on his face.
"No I can't believe this. Out here? What if someone sees?"
"Hey, lady. I've patrolled this place for TWO WHOLE MONTHS! You're the third person dumb enough to use this route."
There was a cockiness about him that riled her. Her eyes were glued to the icky moustache his nose seemed to have pooped onto his face.
"Grrr. Offence three for you too. You just insulted a civilian. Asked for a sloppy on your D and gave me a near death experience with your breath."
"Lady, go down or let me pin a nice, little ticket on that bum of yours."
"Pervert! First you want a sloppy, now it's my bum you're after? Ugh, you irritate me."
"Bum is short for bumper!" He countered.
"Wow, being out here sure messes with a person's head. Cops put tickets on bumper's now? You liar."
The cop's hands descended to his bony waist. He eyed her not saying a word.
"What are you looking at?" She quizzed.
"A little princess pulling at the fangs of law enforcement. I'm writing you this ticket. Since that's how you want it."
Her tense eyebrows lost their fire. A ticket was the last thing she wanted. And jail?! How would father react?
Mother. She'd go ahead and donate the car to the church.
"Mister. Let's not be rash." She said politely.
"Interesting. Something to discuss? ...A change of mind perhaps?" He snickered and twirled his ragged waist.
The sight was puke worthy but she managed to keep it down. By now, the cop's third leg was almost drilling a hole through his skin tight pants...
Molly sighed, and turned to her car.
"Hey princess, not so fast." His voice had lost its ruggedness. Thoughts of pleasure had weakened his chords.
"Shut up." She fired back.
She leaned in through her window and reached for something. The suspicious cop's hand lingered around his taser for fear of the unknown.
She strutted back to him. Rolling her hips. Knocking his brain dead with fantasies. She looked him square in the eye, tying her dark flowy hair into a bun.
One step closer. Then another. One hand on his pulsing chest
and the other wandering lower...
She gave a firm squeeze. Masochistic ecstacy flooded his face. She felt him some more and warned,
"Mister...don't you dare blow up in my mouth."
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 26
PROMPT: From the picture, write a story.
So the one in the middle. Yeah, the one badly in need of flab trappers. He's Joey.
Then to the left. Not your left, dummy. Joey's left. Yeah, that's Slim. Calm, cool, collected. He lived for making fashion statements. But whatever the problem was, his hours in front of the mirror brought him out looking like this. Come on, just look at him. Who dresses like that to a party? Rumours say slim was battling starvation.
Well alright, since you want to know so bad, I'm going to tell you where I am. Look left of Joey. No, sorry, what's his other hand called? Yeah look there.
Hey wipe away that thought, I'm not the guy wearing the blanket looking like he's in LaLa land. That's Caesar. The frigging cause of everything that happened that night. Oh I feel like pummeling that horrid face of his.I heard his child is as stupid,maybe more.Sad I didn't punch him hard enough to knock out those bogus genes from his insides.
Author's note: Unfortunately the picture can't be added to this because of the rules. It's a picture of three rugged bums walking ahead of two other bums and one man in a suit.
And yeah I decided against posting it earlier. 😅
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DAY 26
PROMPT: From the picture, write a story.
So the one in the middle. Yeah, the one badly in need of flab trappers. He's Joey.
Then to the left. Not your left, dummy. Joey's left. Yeah, that's Slim. Calm, cool, collected. He lived for making fashion statements. But whatever the problem was, his hours in front of the mirror brought him out looking like this. Come on, just look at him. Who dresses like that to a party? Rumours say slim was battling starvation.
Well alright, since you want to know so bad, I'm going to tell you where I am. Look left of Joey. No, sorry, what's his other hand called? Yeah look there.
Hey wipe away that thought, I'm not the guy wearing the blanket looking like he's in LaLa land. That's Caesar. The frigging cause of everything that happened that night. Oh I feel like pummeling that horrid face of his.I heard his child is as stupid,maybe more.Sad I didn't punch him hard enough to knock out those bogus genes from his insides.
Author's note: Unfortunately the picture can't be added to this because of the rules. It's a picture of three rugged bums walking ahead of two other bums and one man in a suit.
And yeah I decided against posting it earlier. 😅
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 28
CONDITION: Paranormal
PROMPT: It was Christmas morning. The sidewalks were empty except for a lone man walking a kid’s bike to...
This happened every year. Tucked under my mum, we stared out the window. My mom looked on intently. I had chills all over. Every family on the street did same.
We weren't allowed to speak, we weren't allowed to make a sound. We all had eyes fixed on him.
He hobbled with each step. The bicycle he pushed seemed to have aged with him. Paint all worn off, rusty spokes, one tie partially empty of air.
Disunity was the definition of his scarf.
Each year, he'd walk down the road to the mouth of the forest. The hills around our valley would quake. I hadn't been able to stomach it all of my fifteen years on earth. Mother would press my face against her chest to muffle my sniffles.
Nobody was allowed to speak of the events of Christmas morning. This year, I was going to be strong. I was going to face that which I feared.
We moved to the next window. Only the first part of his walk could be seen through the first.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
And then it begun.
The hills... They danced. Moving from side to side as the trees began to part.
The clear sky was no more. The thunder pealed. Weary clouds dark as soot descended to cover the forest.
And then, the beating of wings...
A shriek tore through the sky and parted the clouds. My eyes were widened in awe and were teary in fright.
Then, it fell from the sky. The trees bowed, the hills were still. It was beyond my words. The king had come.
The Griffon that protected us.
It was real.
The man bowed his head. The bicycle was an offering?
The creature stared at it, extending regal wings towards it.Then it vanished.
I turned to my mother, face drained of blood and expression.
"Max. That man's son broke the rules fifty years ago. He took his bike out for a ride on Christmas morning.
I was five then. The man was over sixty. His son was twelve. The Griffon devoured him leaving the bike that defiled the road and placing the man under a curse.
Each year. He walks down the path with the bike to promise the Griffon that no other would defile the path. No one knows when or how the curse will be broken."
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DAY 28
CONDITION: Paranormal
PROMPT: It was Christmas morning. The sidewalks were empty except for a lone man walking a kid’s bike to...
This happened every year. Tucked under my mum, we stared out the window. My mom looked on intently. I had chills all over. Every family on the street did same.
We weren't allowed to speak, we weren't allowed to make a sound. We all had eyes fixed on him.
He hobbled with each step. The bicycle he pushed seemed to have aged with him. Paint all worn off, rusty spokes, one tie partially empty of air.
Disunity was the definition of his scarf.
Each year, he'd walk down the road to the mouth of the forest. The hills around our valley would quake. I hadn't been able to stomach it all of my fifteen years on earth. Mother would press my face against her chest to muffle my sniffles.
Nobody was allowed to speak of the events of Christmas morning. This year, I was going to be strong. I was going to face that which I feared.
We moved to the next window. Only the first part of his walk could be seen through the first.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
And then it begun.
The hills... They danced. Moving from side to side as the trees began to part.
The clear sky was no more. The thunder pealed. Weary clouds dark as soot descended to cover the forest.
And then, the beating of wings...
A shriek tore through the sky and parted the clouds. My eyes were widened in awe and were teary in fright.
Then, it fell from the sky. The trees bowed, the hills were still. It was beyond my words. The king had come.
The Griffon that protected us.
It was real.
The man bowed his head. The bicycle was an offering?
The creature stared at it, extending regal wings towards it.Then it vanished.
I turned to my mother, face drained of blood and expression.
"Max. That man's son broke the rules fifty years ago. He took his bike out for a ride on Christmas morning.
I was five then. The man was over sixty. His son was twelve. The Griffon devoured him leaving the bike that defiled the road and placing the man under a curse.
Each year. He walks down the path with the bike to promise the Griffon that no other would defile the path. No one knows when or how the curse will be broken."
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 29
CONDITION: Horror
PROMPT: You wake up at 4 am, and there is a man you have never met standing over you.
"Jesus!" My hands searched for the lamp switch and my glasses. Everything was blurry. But I knew there was someone there. This couldn't be a dream. I closed my eyes to slip on my glasses and...
"Babe, it's just me." She said.
I could swear my wife was beside me when I woke up. Now she wasn't? I could swear!!! There were three people in the room.
My mind raced. Gut coiled into a knot. I backed away chest heaving. Eyes locked on her the whole way till I was almost sitting.
"Babe, why you being all weird? Bad dream?" She asked, smiling warmly as always.
She came closer. "Babe?"
I still hadn't said a word. I was stuck in my head.
She joined me on the bed, head on my chest and arms wrapped around me.
"Babe talk to me! What's wrong? I don't like it when you get like this."
That was my wife. I sighed and melted into her. I was calm again.
"Did you hear that?" My body stiffened again.
"Yes I did, your heart beat is beautiful." She replied.
"No, no, the bed shook. You didn't feel it?"
She sighed and gave me worried eyes. "Babe, I think you're hungry, I'll go fix breakfast."
"No. Liz, I'm serious. I hea..Ha! there it is again!"
This time I was sure! I didn't need a second opinion.
"Liz you didn't feel that?"
She said nothing and cuddled harder. Too hard.
"Liz stop. I'm serious."
Then another shake. It was vigorous. Someone was down there!
I squirmed out of her grip. She was pretending to be asleep. I left her on my side of the bed and moved to hers. Slowly. I reached for the baseball bat. It was perched on the wall for emergencies. And for times like this.
...
It was Liz! Another Liz. The sincerity in her eyes. That was Liz. My Liz! All tied up and gagged. Someone had shoved her under there.
Then I stopped. Who was on the bed with me?!
I lifted my head. Liz was on the bed. Right where I left her
I looked back down. Liz was on the floor, tied up and gagged.
Then to the bed again. NOBODY THERE!
Footsteps scurried around the room.I saw no one. My ears followed them. From end to end. Up the walls and down. The lamp flickered.
And icy palm touched my shoulder. A reptilian tongue searched my ear.
"Your heart beat is beautiful, I can almost taste it."
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DAY 29
CONDITION: Horror
PROMPT: You wake up at 4 am, and there is a man you have never met standing over you.
"Jesus!" My hands searched for the lamp switch and my glasses. Everything was blurry. But I knew there was someone there. This couldn't be a dream. I closed my eyes to slip on my glasses and...
"Babe, it's just me." She said.
I could swear my wife was beside me when I woke up. Now she wasn't? I could swear!!! There were three people in the room.
My mind raced. Gut coiled into a knot. I backed away chest heaving. Eyes locked on her the whole way till I was almost sitting.
"Babe, why you being all weird? Bad dream?" She asked, smiling warmly as always.
She came closer. "Babe?"
I still hadn't said a word. I was stuck in my head.
She joined me on the bed, head on my chest and arms wrapped around me.
"Babe talk to me! What's wrong? I don't like it when you get like this."
That was my wife. I sighed and melted into her. I was calm again.
"Did you hear that?" My body stiffened again.
"Yes I did, your heart beat is beautiful." She replied.
"No, no, the bed shook. You didn't feel it?"
She sighed and gave me worried eyes. "Babe, I think you're hungry, I'll go fix breakfast."
"No. Liz, I'm serious. I hea..Ha! there it is again!"
This time I was sure! I didn't need a second opinion.
"Liz you didn't feel that?"
She said nothing and cuddled harder. Too hard.
"Liz stop. I'm serious."
Then another shake. It was vigorous. Someone was down there!
I squirmed out of her grip. She was pretending to be asleep. I left her on my side of the bed and moved to hers. Slowly. I reached for the baseball bat. It was perched on the wall for emergencies. And for times like this.
...
It was Liz! Another Liz. The sincerity in her eyes. That was Liz. My Liz! All tied up and gagged. Someone had shoved her under there.
Then I stopped. Who was on the bed with me?!
I lifted my head. Liz was on the bed. Right where I left her
I looked back down. Liz was on the floor, tied up and gagged.
Then to the bed again. NOBODY THERE!
Footsteps scurried around the room.I saw no one. My ears followed them. From end to end. Up the walls and down. The lamp flickered.
And icy palm touched my shoulder. A reptilian tongue searched my ear.
"Your heart beat is beautiful, I can almost taste it."
#MA #review #shortstory
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 31
PROMPT: Write a short story that is less than 25 words.
CONDITION: ROMANCE
"Kane, my leg, it's stuck!"
"Denise, I'll get you out."
"No! The roof. It's caving in. SAVE YOURSELF!"
"You're my heart
I'm going nowhere."
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DAY 31
PROMPT: Write a short story that is less than 25 words.
CONDITION: ROMANCE
"Kane, my leg, it's stuck!"
"Denise, I'll get you out."
"No! The roof. It's caving in. SAVE YOURSELF!"
"You're my heart
I'm going nowhere."
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 31
PROMPT: Write a short story that is less than 25 words.
CONDITION: ROMANCE
"Kane, my leg, it's stuck!"
"Denise, I'll get you out."
"No! The roof. It's caving in. SAVE YOURSELF!"
"You're my heart.
I'm going nowhere."
#shortstory #review #MA
DAY 31
PROMPT: Write a short story that is less than 25 words.
CONDITION: ROMANCE
"Kane, my leg, it's stuck!"
"Denise, I'll get you out."
"No! The roof. It's caving in. SAVE YOURSELF!"
"You're my heart.
I'm going nowhere."
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 35
PROMPT: Find a hotel lobby. Sit there for at least 30 minutes. Write a story about the people you see there.
CONDITION: Fan-fiction
All this is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT TRUE!!
So "they" told me to find a hotel lobby. I don't even know why I listened to them. I don't even know who "them" is. "Them". Hmph! Always telling us, normal people, what to do.
But get this! So I was crossing the road, spamming the girl that has been icing me out for days and "BOOM!"
Something. I don't know. It was, you know, weird. I could say it was a sudden burst of colours and stuff you'd see in a movie.
Blink! Yes! It happened that fast.
Well, no car smacked my legs off. I guess my tum was feeling queasy but I think I crossed the road just fine. Then I spotted this posh hotel. I walked right in with no care in the world. "They" said there'd be no restrictions.
So I sat in the lobby and I could bet my last coin that I had been there before. Just couldn't place my mind's finger on it.
I got my pen out, eyed the two Brunette stunners. One had thighs so firm and the other, a twinkle in her eye. Then some glorified pushover cleared his throat to snap me out of the fantasy I had barely entered.
I begun writing the crazy warp thing that zinged through the sky before I got there. Then whoa! Mini earthquakes in a footstep kind of way jusl just shook the floor.
...
GET THIS!!
I LIFT MY HEAD AND SEE KINGPIN!? YES! FRIGGING KINGPIN! I literally choke on the shock and farted it out. Tsk, "They" said I couldn't talk to anybody. I really want to ask how the guy got so frigging big.
Back here, back here.
So Kingpin shoots me an elite smile. I return it and he looks all weirded out. Crap. I'm sure he thought I was checking him out. And bummer! The smile was for the reporter lady who seemingly appeared behind me from out of nowhere.
Kingpin snaps his fingers and the lobby changes to a ballroom?
Waiters in Spidey masks and...
GET THIS!!! PETER PARKER! Ew, the one that let himself go. He's at the other end of the ballroom. He is talking to someone. "Someone" is totally MJ! I don't even need to see her face. Her hair has been in my dreams for years.
I send my eyes wandering. Miles certainly has to be snooping around somewhere. And of course, Gwanda would definitely tag along.
Oh I'm so happy I could pick my nose right now.
My search is stopped by the sound of cutlery knocking against glass. All eyes get magnetized to Kingpin. He is way out in front standing behind a grand podium. He clears his throat and begins...
"People. Friends. Family. It is my singular honour to announce that I have rid five dimensions of the spiderman. They are all here. In this very room."
Gasps fill the room. The reporters and news guys get all giddy. They shove, tug at hair, bite and push for the best spots. Gravely hoping some of Kingpin's spit will bless their equipment.
Kingpin's stare warns us to quiet down. I don't think he is done talking.
"They are in this very room. Do not be fooled. Peter Parker, the real Peter, right this moment, sits holding a pen in his left hand. He is writing in his irksome spidey notepad."
This is my last entry. I think everyone is looking at me right now. I THOUGHT "THEY" SAID NOTHING COULD GO WRONG!
HELP ME!
#shortstory #review #MA
DAY 35
PROMPT: Find a hotel lobby. Sit there for at least 30 minutes. Write a story about the people you see there.
CONDITION: Fan-fiction
All this is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT TRUE!!
So "they" told me to find a hotel lobby. I don't even know why I listened to them. I don't even know who "them" is. "Them". Hmph! Always telling us, normal people, what to do.
But get this! So I was crossing the road, spamming the girl that has been icing me out for days and "BOOM!"
Something. I don't know. It was, you know, weird. I could say it was a sudden burst of colours and stuff you'd see in a movie.
Blink! Yes! It happened that fast.
Well, no car smacked my legs off. I guess my tum was feeling queasy but I think I crossed the road just fine. Then I spotted this posh hotel. I walked right in with no care in the world. "They" said there'd be no restrictions.
So I sat in the lobby and I could bet my last coin that I had been there before. Just couldn't place my mind's finger on it.
I got my pen out, eyed the two Brunette stunners. One had thighs so firm and the other, a twinkle in her eye. Then some glorified pushover cleared his throat to snap me out of the fantasy I had barely entered.
I begun writing the crazy warp thing that zinged through the sky before I got there. Then whoa! Mini earthquakes in a footstep kind of way jusl just shook the floor.
...
GET THIS!!
I LIFT MY HEAD AND SEE KINGPIN!? YES! FRIGGING KINGPIN! I literally choke on the shock and farted it out. Tsk, "They" said I couldn't talk to anybody. I really want to ask how the guy got so frigging big.
Back here, back here.
So Kingpin shoots me an elite smile. I return it and he looks all weirded out. Crap. I'm sure he thought I was checking him out. And bummer! The smile was for the reporter lady who seemingly appeared behind me from out of nowhere.
Kingpin snaps his fingers and the lobby changes to a ballroom?
Waiters in Spidey masks and...
GET THIS!!! PETER PARKER! Ew, the one that let himself go. He's at the other end of the ballroom. He is talking to someone. "Someone" is totally MJ! I don't even need to see her face. Her hair has been in my dreams for years.
I send my eyes wandering. Miles certainly has to be snooping around somewhere. And of course, Gwanda would definitely tag along.
Oh I'm so happy I could pick my nose right now.
My search is stopped by the sound of cutlery knocking against glass. All eyes get magnetized to Kingpin. He is way out in front standing behind a grand podium. He clears his throat and begins...
"People. Friends. Family. It is my singular honour to announce that I have rid five dimensions of the spiderman. They are all here. In this very room."
Gasps fill the room. The reporters and news guys get all giddy. They shove, tug at hair, bite and push for the best spots. Gravely hoping some of Kingpin's spit will bless their equipment.
Kingpin's stare warns us to quiet down. I don't think he is done talking.
"They are in this very room. Do not be fooled. Peter Parker, the real Peter, right this moment, sits holding a pen in his left hand. He is writing in his irksome spidey notepad."
This is my last entry. I think everyone is looking at me right now. I THOUGHT "THEY" SAID NOTHING COULD GO WRONG!
HELP ME!
#shortstory #review #MA
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 36
PROMPT: You get a phone call from the president of the United States…
CONDITION: Adventure
"Hello, you should know my voice. I desperately need your help, I'm in grave danger."
"Nonsense! You think I was born yesterday shaa? Shameless man. You know who I be? You want trick me? Tigress of the floating forest? Eiii!!"
"Madam, it is urgent. People are after my life. You are my last hope."
"Last hope? Well, well, I am sorry to hopeless you. But see, you are not getting a Kobo. Shameless man!! Instead say you go get job then feed your pikin. Calling people and calling yourself Mr. President. Yeye man!"
"Madam, I understand your concerns but the situation is critical. Call 174K99. That's all I need. I beg of you Madam."
"Eiii, see man, see problem oo. Make I carry my minutes. My minutes oo! I mean. Where were you? Where were you when I was hustling in the streets of Warri. No vex me oo! In fact, I hope they kill you. Yeye scammer."
Her decline button was jammed after she was done ramming her thumb into its gut. She kissed her teeth and shoved her phone into the lighter shopping bag.
"Just yesterday, Oyibo voice call me say my pikin dey sick so make I wire am money. Nawa oo! Right now Oyibo want thief Warri girl. Hm, Jesus come oo. This place don spoil finish."
Her load had been weighing her down. The perfect resting period had been ruined by the phonecall. Ada got comfortable on the bench as she waited for the next bus. Market day was never easy.
The vibration against her leg brought her back to the bus stop.
"This number again! No worry, let me pick and listen to his Oyibo talking."
"Thank God! You picked up...Call the number. Please!"
"My guy, my guy shut up your mouth there oo. The number sef, call am again."
"It's 1-7-4..."
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU." Another voice barked. The President gasped on the line.
"Ei hello? Hello? This scam na thick one oo."
The cloud of doubt condensed into fear. Her ears had picked up the sound of thuds, groaning and... CHOKING.
A huge crash followed and then, barely managing, the man spoke once more.
"Madam...t-time...I've r-run out of time.."
"Bros, are you alright? What's happening!?"
"6-678 b-blueberry bis- biscuits. Call the numb..."
"BROS!!!!!" Ada's shout threw her off the bench. The sound of three gunshots ended the call.
...
"You glorified prick! Look what you made me do. How do I explain the three bullets in your head to the boss?" The shooter hissed.
"God! And we didn't even get the codes." He continued.
His frustration shot his leg into the torso of the Presidential corpse.
"Hmm, could it be?" He picked the bloodied cell phone and charged out of the room.
"Simone, this is the last person the president spoke to. I know they would have the code. Find them."
He sat on the floor. The passing seconds ate into the shooter's skin. There was no time to spare.
"Carlos, I've got the coordinates of that contact." Simone said from behind his glaring computer screen.
"Well you useless elbow! TELL ME ALREADY! WHERE ARE THEY!?" Carlos boomed.
"Er... Looks like we're going to Africa." Simone replied.
"HAHAAA, good joke. Now tell me where we are really going." Carlos continued.
"Carlos, Mr. President called the woman. Severally, in fact."
...
Ada was back on the bench after dusting herself and getting some life back into her waist with stretches.
"Nawa oo, maybe the bus break down. Oh!! By now Derek my husband is waiting for the Okro soup I promised. Hmm, blueberrybiscuit. Let me call that K number. If ibi scam, Amadioha go strike them!"
...
"We must find her and stop her!"
"Well, that won't be tough...she's an out of shape housewife named Ada Olufemi?" Simone answered.
"THAT CANT BE! It's all a setup. For all we care, this Ada, or whatever, might be the best secret agent
In Africa."
"Carlos, trust me, she's harmless." Simone continued.
"Just shut your face little brother..."
Carlos smouldered with an eerie pause. He narrowed his eyes...
"We leave tomorrow. Ada. We are coming for you..."
#shortstory #MA #review
DAY 36
PROMPT: You get a phone call from the president of the United States…
CONDITION: Adventure
"Hello, you should know my voice. I desperately need your help, I'm in grave danger."
"Nonsense! You think I was born yesterday shaa? Shameless man. You know who I be? You want trick me? Tigress of the floating forest? Eiii!!"
"Madam, it is urgent. People are after my life. You are my last hope."
"Last hope? Well, well, I am sorry to hopeless you. But see, you are not getting a Kobo. Shameless man!! Instead say you go get job then feed your pikin. Calling people and calling yourself Mr. President. Yeye man!"
"Madam, I understand your concerns but the situation is critical. Call 174K99. That's all I need. I beg of you Madam."
"Eiii, see man, see problem oo. Make I carry my minutes. My minutes oo! I mean. Where were you? Where were you when I was hustling in the streets of Warri. No vex me oo! In fact, I hope they kill you. Yeye scammer."
Her decline button was jammed after she was done ramming her thumb into its gut. She kissed her teeth and shoved her phone into the lighter shopping bag.
"Just yesterday, Oyibo voice call me say my pikin dey sick so make I wire am money. Nawa oo! Right now Oyibo want thief Warri girl. Hm, Jesus come oo. This place don spoil finish."
Her load had been weighing her down. The perfect resting period had been ruined by the phonecall. Ada got comfortable on the bench as she waited for the next bus. Market day was never easy.
The vibration against her leg brought her back to the bus stop.
"This number again! No worry, let me pick and listen to his Oyibo talking."
"Thank God! You picked up...Call the number. Please!"
"My guy, my guy shut up your mouth there oo. The number sef, call am again."
"It's 1-7-4..."
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU." Another voice barked. The President gasped on the line.
"Ei hello? Hello? This scam na thick one oo."
The cloud of doubt condensed into fear. Her ears had picked up the sound of thuds, groaning and... CHOKING.
A huge crash followed and then, barely managing, the man spoke once more.
"Madam...t-time...I've r-run out of time.."
"Bros, are you alright? What's happening!?"
"6-678 b-blueberry bis- biscuits. Call the numb..."
"BROS!!!!!" Ada's shout threw her off the bench. The sound of three gunshots ended the call.
...
"You glorified prick! Look what you made me do. How do I explain the three bullets in your head to the boss?" The shooter hissed.
"God! And we didn't even get the codes." He continued.
His frustration shot his leg into the torso of the Presidential corpse.
"Hmm, could it be?" He picked the bloodied cell phone and charged out of the room.
"Simone, this is the last person the president spoke to. I know they would have the code. Find them."
He sat on the floor. The passing seconds ate into the shooter's skin. There was no time to spare.
"Carlos, I've got the coordinates of that contact." Simone said from behind his glaring computer screen.
"Well you useless elbow! TELL ME ALREADY! WHERE ARE THEY!?" Carlos boomed.
"Er... Looks like we're going to Africa." Simone replied.
"HAHAAA, good joke. Now tell me where we are really going." Carlos continued.
"Carlos, Mr. President called the woman. Severally, in fact."
...
Ada was back on the bench after dusting herself and getting some life back into her waist with stretches.
"Nawa oo, maybe the bus break down. Oh!! By now Derek my husband is waiting for the Okro soup I promised. Hmm, blueberrybiscuit. Let me call that K number. If ibi scam, Amadioha go strike them!"
...
"We must find her and stop her!"
"Well, that won't be tough...she's an out of shape housewife named Ada Olufemi?" Simone answered.
"THAT CANT BE! It's all a setup. For all we care, this Ada, or whatever, might be the best secret agent
In Africa."
"Carlos, trust me, she's harmless." Simone continued.
"Just shut your face little brother..."
Carlos smouldered with an eerie pause. He narrowed his eyes...
"We leave tomorrow. Ada. We are coming for you..."
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 37
PROMPT: Find 10 items around your house. Write a poem with all 10 items in it.
Her
I swear I double locked those doors.
I don't know how he was within our walls.
Him
I swear your mind was inside your phone.
Texting that guy who imagines your moan.
Her
Your dirty mouth needs a wash.
Use the hose, I heard it helps.
Him
My mouth saved us.
He had a knife, I hope you know.
Her
I was in the study. He wouldn't have found me.
Him
This isn't a novel.
Or you think we're in a movie?
Her
Leave my face, go to bed.
That's the remote, get a life.
Him
I pity you.
Nice clothes and shoes but you're ugly inside.
Her
This almost hurts. You talk as if I wouldn't do same for you.
Her
Brother, you know I care.
Shut up, come here, we know my hugs are rare.
#poem #MA #review
DAY 37
PROMPT: Find 10 items around your house. Write a poem with all 10 items in it.
Her
I swear I double locked those doors.
I don't know how he was within our walls.
Him
I swear your mind was inside your phone.
Texting that guy who imagines your moan.
Her
Your dirty mouth needs a wash.
Use the hose, I heard it helps.
Him
My mouth saved us.
He had a knife, I hope you know.
Her
I was in the study. He wouldn't have found me.
Him
This isn't a novel.
Or you think we're in a movie?
Her
Leave my face, go to bed.
That's the remote, get a life.
Him
I pity you.
Nice clothes and shoes but you're ugly inside.
Her
This almost hurts. You talk as if I wouldn't do same for you.
Her
Brother, you know I care.
Shut up, come here, we know my hugs are rare.
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 38
PROMPT: Write a story about making a deal with the devil.
CONDITION: horror
11:00pm
The room darkened. The air was heavy with the stench of death. The heat of hatred clung to the walls. Chester couldn't move. The very essence of damnation had entered his room...
The seal of the Ancient prevented his essence from fully manifesting.
The Overlord of darkness spoke from without.
"Chester."
"You have run out of time, the seeds of discord you promised to sow are nowhere to be found."
"My Lord, I know very well that this is so. I beg of you. Claim not my life." Chester continued.
"It is lawful that I do so. I gave you the fame you wanted. I fulfilled your deepest desires."
Chester fell to his knees. "A vow for a vow. My Lord, anything you wish."
"You amuse me Chester. Anything. Fair enough. Ilozekin will go with you. Bring me blood."
Crimson dust rained down from the roof. Chester buckled under it's weight. Not many could be vessels for Ilozekin. Not many hearts could house the full presence of the third messenger of death.
"Let me in!" The dust hissed and constricted Chester's frame
"I su-surrender." Chester groaned.
In seconds the floor was clean.
Chester lay as dead. He passed out as the dust penetrated his orifices.
"Open your eyes"
There were three small cups with words burnt into them.
Chester needed the blood of an innocent. The blood of the insolent and the blood of the frail.
"You have an hour" Ilozekin called from within.
...
11:10
THE INSOLENT
"Celine don't pick up." Lucy said, snatching the phone from her friend. Celine's father was on edge. His fifteen unanswered calls proved it.
"Lucy, my dad is worried. Give me the phone." Celine couldn't see straight. The little sips of alcohol had made her woozy. Her rogue bestfriend lured her to the party.
"I'm keeping the phone, I'll get you to your street."
Lucy's was normal, chugging booze had no effect on her. She lost her way long ago.
"Let's go now, dad will be so disappointed. I should have told him I was coming."
"You little liar, you're picking up faster than I thought." Lucy laughed.
They strolled to the mini-cooper hand in hand. Lucy couldn't allow her friend to add bruise her legs from a fall.
"So how did you get out of the house? I hope you didn't use the recital as your get away ride."
Celine answered curled up in the backseat, "Pffft, I said I was going to the church and stuffed this dress in my bag."
Lucy's grin lit the car. Her friend was becoming more like her.
....
"Bye girl. Hope you can see your house." Lucy joked.
"Just die okay! Oh wow, dad called ten more times. Thanks!" Celine joked. "Same time next week?"
"Ouu I think I love party Cel more than your good girl self."
Lucy concluded.
The street was well lit. Celine searched her head hard for something to calm her dad down. Lucy made a quick turn and sped off.
"I stayed to try out for the church choir. Perfect! Neatness check? Oh no! Where did my feet pick up this dust? Lucy's should really clean her car. Oh Darn! forgot to change my clothes too. I'm screwed."
She wouldn't have entered the alley to change anyway. Her legs got heavy as she got closer to her house. Dad was standing outside, under the streetlight. His back was turned to her...he was facing the direction of the church.
She run him and hugged him from behind. "Dad I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"
He sighed and turned to her, "Don't worry dear, so long as you're safe. I feel my over protectiveness caused this. Go freshen up okay."
She pecked him cheerfully and made for the front yard.
"Wait, what? How?"
Her dad was pacing the balcony! She looked back to...
The first bottle was full. There she lay. Throat slit. A good meal for the stray dogs. Chester licked his dagger with a grin. He too, loved the taste of blood.
"Ilozekin...the other girl was worse than the one we killed. Why her?"
"The fragrance of Celine's insolence was more inviting. Lucy doesn't amuse us. She has been ours for seven years..."
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DAY 38
PROMPT: Write a story about making a deal with the devil.
CONDITION: horror
11:00pm
The room darkened. The air was heavy with the stench of death. The heat of hatred clung to the walls. Chester couldn't move. The very essence of damnation had entered his room...
The seal of the Ancient prevented his essence from fully manifesting.
The Overlord of darkness spoke from without.
"Chester."
"You have run out of time, the seeds of discord you promised to sow are nowhere to be found."
"My Lord, I know very well that this is so. I beg of you. Claim not my life." Chester continued.
"It is lawful that I do so. I gave you the fame you wanted. I fulfilled your deepest desires."
Chester fell to his knees. "A vow for a vow. My Lord, anything you wish."
"You amuse me Chester. Anything. Fair enough. Ilozekin will go with you. Bring me blood."
Crimson dust rained down from the roof. Chester buckled under it's weight. Not many could be vessels for Ilozekin. Not many hearts could house the full presence of the third messenger of death.
"Let me in!" The dust hissed and constricted Chester's frame
"I su-surrender." Chester groaned.
In seconds the floor was clean.
Chester lay as dead. He passed out as the dust penetrated his orifices.
"Open your eyes"
There were three small cups with words burnt into them.
Chester needed the blood of an innocent. The blood of the insolent and the blood of the frail.
"You have an hour" Ilozekin called from within.
...
11:10
THE INSOLENT
"Celine don't pick up." Lucy said, snatching the phone from her friend. Celine's father was on edge. His fifteen unanswered calls proved it.
"Lucy, my dad is worried. Give me the phone." Celine couldn't see straight. The little sips of alcohol had made her woozy. Her rogue bestfriend lured her to the party.
"I'm keeping the phone, I'll get you to your street."
Lucy's was normal, chugging booze had no effect on her. She lost her way long ago.
"Let's go now, dad will be so disappointed. I should have told him I was coming."
"You little liar, you're picking up faster than I thought." Lucy laughed.
They strolled to the mini-cooper hand in hand. Lucy couldn't allow her friend to add bruise her legs from a fall.
"So how did you get out of the house? I hope you didn't use the recital as your get away ride."
Celine answered curled up in the backseat, "Pffft, I said I was going to the church and stuffed this dress in my bag."
Lucy's grin lit the car. Her friend was becoming more like her.
....
"Bye girl. Hope you can see your house." Lucy joked.
"Just die okay! Oh wow, dad called ten more times. Thanks!" Celine joked. "Same time next week?"
"Ouu I think I love party Cel more than your good girl self."
Lucy concluded.
The street was well lit. Celine searched her head hard for something to calm her dad down. Lucy made a quick turn and sped off.
"I stayed to try out for the church choir. Perfect! Neatness check? Oh no! Where did my feet pick up this dust? Lucy's should really clean her car. Oh Darn! forgot to change my clothes too. I'm screwed."
She wouldn't have entered the alley to change anyway. Her legs got heavy as she got closer to her house. Dad was standing outside, under the streetlight. His back was turned to her...he was facing the direction of the church.
She run him and hugged him from behind. "Dad I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"
He sighed and turned to her, "Don't worry dear, so long as you're safe. I feel my over protectiveness caused this. Go freshen up okay."
She pecked him cheerfully and made for the front yard.
"Wait, what? How?"
Her dad was pacing the balcony! She looked back to...
The first bottle was full. There she lay. Throat slit. A good meal for the stray dogs. Chester licked his dagger with a grin. He too, loved the taste of blood.
"Ilozekin...the other girl was worse than the one we killed. Why her?"
"The fragrance of Celine's insolence was more inviting. Lucy doesn't amuse us. She has been ours for seven years..."
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 39
PROMPT: Write a 50 word short story that does not have the words, a, an, or the
CONDITION: N/A
You're scared? Eyes right here! Look at me. Know how long I've waited? Know how long I've yearned to be this close? Don't you back away.I carried you. Nine long months! And guess what! They took you away from me! They call me murderer...but I'm still your mother.
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DAY 39
PROMPT: Write a 50 word short story that does not have the words, a, an, or the
CONDITION: N/A
You're scared? Eyes right here! Look at me. Know how long I've waited? Know how long I've yearned to be this close? Don't you back away.I carried you. Nine long months! And guess what! They took you away from me! They call me murderer...but I'm still your mother.
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 42
PROMPT: Write a 26 sentence short story that goes in alphabetical order using all the letters in the alphabet.
Anna sat alone on the bench.
Being sidelined was something she had become used to.
Couldn't do much with her decaying frame.
Doctors said her heart could fail if she attempted anything more strenuous than walking.
Every visit to the doctors brought her back feeling worse.
From bubbly smile to sunken cheeks.
Grade five was where everything changed.
Harriet was second to her before then.
Isaac was head over heels for for her.
Julian spent each day trying to impress.
Karen's jealousy didn't matter.
Little did she know that her good run would end...almost out of nothing.
Mrs. Warren's class.
Nothing unusual.
Oral English wasn't her favorite but it didn't hurt as much as math.
"Pass your books forward" Mrs. Warren started.
Quentin's snicker hinted at something but Anna couldn't care.
Ron stretched backwards to pick the books of those behind him.
Silence was torn to bits by Anna's shriek.
To the floor she collapsed, she was gone.
Until then, the school had seen no such case.
Various questions were asked, jobs were lost and changes were made.
Whitterton High barely survived the lawsuits from Anna's distraught parents.
X-rays, labs, tests...nothing.
Years went by.
Zero chances of getting well because no one could tell what exactly was going on.
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DAY 42
PROMPT: Write a 26 sentence short story that goes in alphabetical order using all the letters in the alphabet.
Anna sat alone on the bench.
Being sidelined was something she had become used to.
Couldn't do much with her decaying frame.
Doctors said her heart could fail if she attempted anything more strenuous than walking.
Every visit to the doctors brought her back feeling worse.
From bubbly smile to sunken cheeks.
Grade five was where everything changed.
Harriet was second to her before then.
Isaac was head over heels for for her.
Julian spent each day trying to impress.
Karen's jealousy didn't matter.
Little did she know that her good run would end...almost out of nothing.
Mrs. Warren's class.
Nothing unusual.
Oral English wasn't her favorite but it didn't hurt as much as math.
"Pass your books forward" Mrs. Warren started.
Quentin's snicker hinted at something but Anna couldn't care.
Ron stretched backwards to pick the books of those behind him.
Silence was torn to bits by Anna's shriek.
To the floor she collapsed, she was gone.
Until then, the school had seen no such case.
Various questions were asked, jobs were lost and changes were made.
Whitterton High barely survived the lawsuits from Anna's distraught parents.
X-rays, labs, tests...nothing.
Years went by.
Zero chances of getting well because no one could tell what exactly was going on.
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PART 1
27/10/20. 7:00am
Marcus' apartment
Marcus jumped out of bed and turned on the TV.
“This virus kills 1 in 3 people, and it has an infection rate of….”
"No. No. No! This can't be. He said she was safe. He said we had won!" Marcus crumbled to the floor. He had lost his sister once already. This time, it was for good.
25/10/20 11:30pm
Black Circle Headquarters.
"You must be Marcus Jackson I presume." The man in the lab coat started.
"Yes...that is my name" he replied with apprehension.
Marcus eyed the two burly men behind him. They gently broke into his apartment. They overpowered him and threw him into the van. "Why did you order them to bring me here?" Marcus asked.
"I ordered nobody. The subject mentioned you as her only surviving kinsman." The man continued.
"The subject? Only surviving kinsman?" Marcus' apprehension was decaying into anger. His clenching fists were a dead giveaway.
Marcus was a hardy man. Served in the fire service for five years. Rising through the ranks in record time. His pride was being on top of situations. He couldn't stand being ignorant. He hated uncertainty.
The man sighed and looked away from Marcus, "She predicted this." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a locket.
"This is the subject." He said as he flipped it open.
Marcus froze. His fists fell asleep. "Fl...Flora."
"Yes. Flora is waiting to see you." The man smiled and motioned for Marcus to follow. The burly men flanked him as they moved down the corridor. The workers scurrying around were almost non existent. No one said a word.
Marcus was ushered into a whiteout room with ten attendants in labcoats. Shock made his feet wobble. Flora was seated on the foldaway bed. Flora was alive.
"I would like to be alone with my brother please." She said.
The white coats quietly flocked out. Marcus hadn't moved a muscle. He was staring at a ghost.
"Marcus. I thought you'd be happier to see me." She smiled.
He shook as tears snaked down his cheeks. Each burn on her body took him back to that day.The fire was unforgiving. She was part of the ten his team couldn't rescue. It had haunted him for two years.
"Marcus. I am alive and well. I missed you."
He moved closer and felt her face. It was her. He knew it from the scar under her chin. He knew it from the suppleness in her tone. He knew it from the innocence in her eyes.
"Flora forgive me. There...there was nothing we could do." He managed, choking on his tears.
"Marcus. This time you can save me...Something terrible is going to happen."
He looked up at her. "I will do anything."
"Marcus. I died. These people brought me back. They brought us back. All ten of us."
"Who ... Who are they?!" Discomfort had drenched his voice.
"Listen. They didn't bring us back for free. They put something inside us. They said it would keep us alive. I watched the others die when their procedures failed. I won't live much longer if you don't do what they ask." She continued.
Marcus clutched her scaly hand. "I'll do anything."
"They are going to make me the courier of a virus. They want the forces to swear allegiance to them. I told them that I knew someone who could hand them the fire service. On account of that would they spare me."
Marcus pushed himself out of her lap. His nostrils flared as his fists formed balls once more "I will not betray my country. I swore an oath."
"MARCUS! THEN I WILL DIE! I will die all over again. Not just me. EVERYONE!" She clawed at the bed and flailed her arms in a fit of rage.
Marcus tugged at his hair. His other hand cupped his face. "No. No..."
"Marcus. What will you stand to protect when everyone is dead?" She said again calmly this time.
Marcus didn't look at her. He couldn't. "I will have no part in this." He said as he walked out.
"How unfortunate. I guess precautionary measures are the next point of call." Tobias said from the control room. He popped another Skittle into his mouth and savoured the moment. Flora fell asleep right after Marcus left the room.
...
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27/10/20. 7:00am
Marcus' apartment
Marcus jumped out of bed and turned on the TV.
“This virus kills 1 in 3 people, and it has an infection rate of….”
"No. No. No! This can't be. He said she was safe. He said we had won!" Marcus crumbled to the floor. He had lost his sister once already. This time, it was for good.
25/10/20 11:30pm
Black Circle Headquarters.
"You must be Marcus Jackson I presume." The man in the lab coat started.
"Yes...that is my name" he replied with apprehension.
Marcus eyed the two burly men behind him. They gently broke into his apartment. They overpowered him and threw him into the van. "Why did you order them to bring me here?" Marcus asked.
"I ordered nobody. The subject mentioned you as her only surviving kinsman." The man continued.
"The subject? Only surviving kinsman?" Marcus' apprehension was decaying into anger. His clenching fists were a dead giveaway.
Marcus was a hardy man. Served in the fire service for five years. Rising through the ranks in record time. His pride was being on top of situations. He couldn't stand being ignorant. He hated uncertainty.
The man sighed and looked away from Marcus, "She predicted this." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a locket.
"This is the subject." He said as he flipped it open.
Marcus froze. His fists fell asleep. "Fl...Flora."
"Yes. Flora is waiting to see you." The man smiled and motioned for Marcus to follow. The burly men flanked him as they moved down the corridor. The workers scurrying around were almost non existent. No one said a word.
Marcus was ushered into a whiteout room with ten attendants in labcoats. Shock made his feet wobble. Flora was seated on the foldaway bed. Flora was alive.
"I would like to be alone with my brother please." She said.
The white coats quietly flocked out. Marcus hadn't moved a muscle. He was staring at a ghost.
"Marcus. I thought you'd be happier to see me." She smiled.
He shook as tears snaked down his cheeks. Each burn on her body took him back to that day.The fire was unforgiving. She was part of the ten his team couldn't rescue. It had haunted him for two years.
"Marcus. I am alive and well. I missed you."
He moved closer and felt her face. It was her. He knew it from the scar under her chin. He knew it from the suppleness in her tone. He knew it from the innocence in her eyes.
"Flora forgive me. There...there was nothing we could do." He managed, choking on his tears.
"Marcus. This time you can save me...Something terrible is going to happen."
He looked up at her. "I will do anything."
"Marcus. I died. These people brought me back. They brought us back. All ten of us."
"Who ... Who are they?!" Discomfort had drenched his voice.
"Listen. They didn't bring us back for free. They put something inside us. They said it would keep us alive. I watched the others die when their procedures failed. I won't live much longer if you don't do what they ask." She continued.
Marcus clutched her scaly hand. "I'll do anything."
"They are going to make me the courier of a virus. They want the forces to swear allegiance to them. I told them that I knew someone who could hand them the fire service. On account of that would they spare me."
Marcus pushed himself out of her lap. His nostrils flared as his fists formed balls once more "I will not betray my country. I swore an oath."
"MARCUS! THEN I WILL DIE! I will die all over again. Not just me. EVERYONE!" She clawed at the bed and flailed her arms in a fit of rage.
Marcus tugged at his hair. His other hand cupped his face. "No. No..."
"Marcus. What will you stand to protect when everyone is dead?" She said again calmly this time.
Marcus didn't look at her. He couldn't. "I will have no part in this." He said as he walked out.
"How unfortunate. I guess precautionary measures are the next point of call." Tobias said from the control room. He popped another Skittle into his mouth and savoured the moment. Flora fell asleep right after Marcus left the room.
...
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PART TWO
26/10/20 3:30am
Marcus' Apartment
"Chief Combs. Sorry to bother you this early." Marcus was yawning himself. He couldn't fully lift his arms to stretch. The burly men hadn't been as pleasant on the way back.
"Not to worry my friend. I prayed to be up early anyway." Chief Combs said.
"Chief, a big bowl of shit is about to go down. There's a place. I don't know where, but it's a three hour drive from my house. They've got scientists and intel. They've got loads of money and a virus. Yes! A virus. And they've got my sister."
Chief Combs listened quietly with no intention of interrupting.
"They...they are planning to kill us. They are planning to kill us all. They've got some institutions on their side. You are the only one I can outrightly trust." Marcus ended with a sigh of relief. Combs was the face that snuffed the corruption in the police force.
"Thank you Marcus. I'm putting my men right on it. We've been tracing unusual activity in some areas. Maybe we will get a lead."
"Oh God! Combs, you're the man. Now I can rest easy." Marcus smiled passing his hands through his hair. He had saved the day.
26/10/20 11:16pm
"Marcus! Your Intel was spot on. The crisis has been averted. Your sister is traumatized. But safe. She will stay with us for now. There's nothing to worry about. We have won." Chief Combs said on the line.
"WHOA! I knew you could get this done. Why isn't there a statue of you already?" Marcus answered.
Chief Combs was amused by the thought. "Well, Marcus. Your statue will be right there beside mine. Great going champ!"
Marcus was at peace. He eagerly waited for the report on the news. The bust came too late to be aired that night.
"It will be the biggest item in the morning!" He tuned in to the most reliable channel and set his alarm for 6:55am.
"I am not missing the news tomorrow."
27/10/20 7:15am
Marcus' Apartment
Marcus was beside himself. On the floor swimming in his tears. The virus was spreading. Combs probably got the wrong people. At least, Flora was safe.
He talked himself into phoning Combs. His ringtone started off just as he got there. Combs was calling...
"Combs. I don't understand! What the hell is going on?!" Marcus said fighting back tears.
"Marcus it's me. I'm on my way over. Chief Combs gave me his phone. He knew you'd be worried."
"Flora! Flora, but the virus. It's spreading. They chose to spare you even though I..."
"That's behind us, brother. I'm almost at your door."
Marcus cleaned up his face and stepped out to meet her. Flora was out of the cab when he got outside. Her clothes and umbrella hid her skin from the sun. Her long flowy hair danced in the breeze. Flora was finally home.
"Comb's men came to get you out of there? They launched the virus through another host?"
She served Marcus a smile. Her little brother clearly had more questions on his mind.
"Marcus, I brought something that will answer all your questions."
"Ou! You did? Show me!"
"No, no. Close your eyes like a good little boy." She teased.
He did just that, feeling his smile grow wider still. He listened as things moved in her bag. He heard wrappers, perfume bottles and something that clicked.
"Open your eyes, you fool."
His ears perked at the change in her tone. He was half a metre from the pistol. Her pistol.
The blood from Marcus left thigh splattered on the tiles. He clutched his wound, groaning as he fell.
"You could have ruled with us, brother." Flora sent a bullet through his other thigh.
"You could have saved me! Saved yourself! Saved everyone all this trouble." Two bullets flew into each shoulder. Flora giggled as she was sprayed with his blood. She drove her heel into his groin and laughed as he groaned.
"It hurts doesn't it?" She crunched it in some more and didn't relent. Marcus had been reduced to teary squeals. "Wh..why Flora? Why?" He coughed.
"Even Combs is on our side. Brother!" Flora yelled.
Marcus felt his stomach cave in. "Combs!?"
The final bullet tore between his bulging eyes. "Yes. Combs" Flora said as she turned away...
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26/10/20 3:30am
Marcus' Apartment
"Chief Combs. Sorry to bother you this early." Marcus was yawning himself. He couldn't fully lift his arms to stretch. The burly men hadn't been as pleasant on the way back.
"Not to worry my friend. I prayed to be up early anyway." Chief Combs said.
"Chief, a big bowl of shit is about to go down. There's a place. I don't know where, but it's a three hour drive from my house. They've got scientists and intel. They've got loads of money and a virus. Yes! A virus. And they've got my sister."
Chief Combs listened quietly with no intention of interrupting.
"They...they are planning to kill us. They are planning to kill us all. They've got some institutions on their side. You are the only one I can outrightly trust." Marcus ended with a sigh of relief. Combs was the face that snuffed the corruption in the police force.
"Thank you Marcus. I'm putting my men right on it. We've been tracing unusual activity in some areas. Maybe we will get a lead."
"Oh God! Combs, you're the man. Now I can rest easy." Marcus smiled passing his hands through his hair. He had saved the day.
26/10/20 11:16pm
"Marcus! Your Intel was spot on. The crisis has been averted. Your sister is traumatized. But safe. She will stay with us for now. There's nothing to worry about. We have won." Chief Combs said on the line.
"WHOA! I knew you could get this done. Why isn't there a statue of you already?" Marcus answered.
Chief Combs was amused by the thought. "Well, Marcus. Your statue will be right there beside mine. Great going champ!"
Marcus was at peace. He eagerly waited for the report on the news. The bust came too late to be aired that night.
"It will be the biggest item in the morning!" He tuned in to the most reliable channel and set his alarm for 6:55am.
"I am not missing the news tomorrow."
27/10/20 7:15am
Marcus' Apartment
Marcus was beside himself. On the floor swimming in his tears. The virus was spreading. Combs probably got the wrong people. At least, Flora was safe.
He talked himself into phoning Combs. His ringtone started off just as he got there. Combs was calling...
"Combs. I don't understand! What the hell is going on?!" Marcus said fighting back tears.
"Marcus it's me. I'm on my way over. Chief Combs gave me his phone. He knew you'd be worried."
"Flora! Flora, but the virus. It's spreading. They chose to spare you even though I..."
"That's behind us, brother. I'm almost at your door."
Marcus cleaned up his face and stepped out to meet her. Flora was out of the cab when he got outside. Her clothes and umbrella hid her skin from the sun. Her long flowy hair danced in the breeze. Flora was finally home.
"Comb's men came to get you out of there? They launched the virus through another host?"
She served Marcus a smile. Her little brother clearly had more questions on his mind.
"Marcus, I brought something that will answer all your questions."
"Ou! You did? Show me!"
"No, no. Close your eyes like a good little boy." She teased.
He did just that, feeling his smile grow wider still. He listened as things moved in her bag. He heard wrappers, perfume bottles and something that clicked.
"Open your eyes, you fool."
His ears perked at the change in her tone. He was half a metre from the pistol. Her pistol.
The blood from Marcus left thigh splattered on the tiles. He clutched his wound, groaning as he fell.
"You could have ruled with us, brother." Flora sent a bullet through his other thigh.
"You could have saved me! Saved yourself! Saved everyone all this trouble." Two bullets flew into each shoulder. Flora giggled as she was sprayed with his blood. She drove her heel into his groin and laughed as he groaned.
"It hurts doesn't it?" She crunched it in some more and didn't relent. Marcus had been reduced to teary squeals. "Wh..why Flora? Why?" He coughed.
"Even Combs is on our side. Brother!" Flora yelled.
Marcus felt his stomach cave in. "Combs!?"
The final bullet tore between his bulging eyes. "Yes. Combs" Flora said as she turned away...
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PART 3
27/10/20 7:30am
Black Circle Headquarters.
"Boss.The subject has successfully terminated the first compromise." Tobias started.
"Brilliant. Everything is working as planned. You have full permission to terminate the subject. I knew you could pull this off" Vice President Whitman continued.
"The media is doing a lovely job. The country will be shut down in hours." Toby said.
"Truly. I almost believed the numbers they are putting out there. We will make billions from the vaccine." Mr. Whitman laughed.
"I will carry on as planned. Boss."
"You have proven yourself today Tobias. There are bigger things to come. The world will be our toy."
Toby smiled to himself and ended the call. "If only you knew what was coming, old bastard."
"Toby dear. Send the subject to terminate him in the next hour. He has outlived his use." A shrill voice said from behind Tobias.
Tobias pressed his cheek against the arm that played around his shoulder. "Yes, I will do so right away. We have no time to waste, Flora will run out of power soon."
"Don't you think it's time to bring the nine others online?" She asked.
"Yes mother, the procedures are underway." Tobias answered.
"Together, we will rule this country and all those who tossed us out. That rapist, liar and thief will get what is coming to him." She smiled as she returned to her seat.
Tobias tore open another pack of skittles and turned to face her..."After twenty five years, I finally get to kill him. Toby said, emptying another pack of skittles into his mouth.
"Yes Tobias Whitman. Your father shall soon pay for all his evils." His mother continued.
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PROMPT
"The virus kills 1 in 3 people, and it has an infection rate of..."
Is the first thing you hear when you wake up in the morning and turn on the TV."
27/10/20 7:30am
Black Circle Headquarters.
"Boss.The subject has successfully terminated the first compromise." Tobias started.
"Brilliant. Everything is working as planned. You have full permission to terminate the subject. I knew you could pull this off" Vice President Whitman continued.
"The media is doing a lovely job. The country will be shut down in hours." Toby said.
"Truly. I almost believed the numbers they are putting out there. We will make billions from the vaccine." Mr. Whitman laughed.
"I will carry on as planned. Boss."
"You have proven yourself today Tobias. There are bigger things to come. The world will be our toy."
Toby smiled to himself and ended the call. "If only you knew what was coming, old bastard."
"Toby dear. Send the subject to terminate him in the next hour. He has outlived his use." A shrill voice said from behind Tobias.
Tobias pressed his cheek against the arm that played around his shoulder. "Yes, I will do so right away. We have no time to waste, Flora will run out of power soon."
"Don't you think it's time to bring the nine others online?" She asked.
"Yes mother, the procedures are underway." Tobias answered.
"Together, we will rule this country and all those who tossed us out. That rapist, liar and thief will get what is coming to him." She smiled as she returned to her seat.
Tobias tore open another pack of skittles and turned to face her..."After twenty five years, I finally get to kill him. Toby said, emptying another pack of skittles into his mouth.
"Yes Tobias Whitman. Your father shall soon pay for all his evils." His mother continued.
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PROMPT
"The virus kills 1 in 3 people, and it has an infection rate of..."
Is the first thing you hear when you wake up in the morning and turn on the TV."
THE PAWPAW TREE
Outside my window
I see a burdened tree with fruity dreams.
With a billion places to go yet rooted in one spot.
Its pain, its stunted spine.
Bent by the weights that alleviate another's pains.
I see it's sweat, I see its tears.
Sticky white snakes gliding down it's sides.
I see the curse of abundance.
The tears of the blessed
Enveloped in the darkness of isolation.
Waiting for the one in the shade to offer a trade of place.
Hoping someone would understand.
Hoping one would care.
Outside my window, I see myself.
Maybe in another world.
But still,
I see a burdened tree with fruity dreams.
With a billion places to go yet rooted in one spot.
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Outside my window
I see a burdened tree with fruity dreams.
With a billion places to go yet rooted in one spot.
Its pain, its stunted spine.
Bent by the weights that alleviate another's pains.
I see it's sweat, I see its tears.
Sticky white snakes gliding down it's sides.
I see the curse of abundance.
The tears of the blessed
Enveloped in the darkness of isolation.
Waiting for the one in the shade to offer a trade of place.
Hoping someone would understand.
Hoping one would care.
Outside my window, I see myself.
Maybe in another world.
But still,
I see a burdened tree with fruity dreams.
With a billion places to go yet rooted in one spot.
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Ex 6
The Kitchen
It's that time again.
My phone shouldn't swim.
I leave it behind.
My feet drag, the door joins in too.
My face sags as always.
Time pauses to tease.
There's that pile again.
I'm cuffed with no one to assist me.
I take the glorified slime and mix it with the oils.
The bubbles.
I like the bubbles.
But what do bubbles change?
Then it strikes again.
The silver chord within my heart is strummed again.
Ripple from my head to my hands.
Picking broken shards from the floor again.
I miss the days.
When she was around to mention my name.
Here come my tears again.
Pouring out of the cut I had.
Not in my palms but in my heart to hold.
I am in that place again.
Floating in the fragrance of her cakes and pies.
Landing in the tightness of her scolds and hugs.
Rowing on the rivers of her secret prayers.
It's that time again.
Staring at myself in cloudy water.
Seeing that left to me the storm will never be over.
I like to hold on to the anger that bubbles inside.
Wishing I could be a doctor before she went cold.
The bubbles.
I like the bubbles.
But what do bubbles change?
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The Kitchen
It's that time again.
My phone shouldn't swim.
I leave it behind.
My feet drag, the door joins in too.
My face sags as always.
Time pauses to tease.
There's that pile again.
I'm cuffed with no one to assist me.
I take the glorified slime and mix it with the oils.
The bubbles.
I like the bubbles.
But what do bubbles change?
Then it strikes again.
The silver chord within my heart is strummed again.
Ripple from my head to my hands.
Picking broken shards from the floor again.
I miss the days.
When she was around to mention my name.
Here come my tears again.
Pouring out of the cut I had.
Not in my palms but in my heart to hold.
I am in that place again.
Floating in the fragrance of her cakes and pies.
Landing in the tightness of her scolds and hugs.
Rowing on the rivers of her secret prayers.
It's that time again.
Staring at myself in cloudy water.
Seeing that left to me the storm will never be over.
I like to hold on to the anger that bubbles inside.
Wishing I could be a doctor before she went cold.
The bubbles.
I like the bubbles.
But what do bubbles change?
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