The Writing Prompt Game

Mylas McConnell walked out into the grassy lawn filled with young ones like Michizane. They were happy and running around playing tag when suddenly an elder arrived with a lovely, colorful animal. Mylas watched as the elder hung the animal by a rope around it's middle to a branch on the tree. The young ones came running toward him laughing and clamoring to be first.

Mylas had no idea what the animal had done to be treated that way. Another elder arrived with a long pole and lined the young ones up and handed the pole to the first one in the line. The elder tied a blindfold over the young one's eyes, twirled him around, tapped the animal with the end of the pole and backed away with the rest of the young ones. Mylas watched in horror as the young one swung the pole hard toward the animal but missed then tried again and hit it with a whack. The next young one came up and was similarly outfitted and swung at the animal.

This happened again and again until the animal was hit with the finishing blow and the ground was littered with brightly wrapped sweets. The all young ones came running, and laughing. They gathered up the spoils of their vicious game. Mylas shook his head and left not really sure what had been going on, but he felt sorry for the poor animal.

Prompt: Your doll is invited to a slumber party.

 

Amelia left her little home in the forest that day with excitement swelling in her little chest. With a little red pack slung on her back, she scurried down the little trail, crossed the little wooden bridge, and walked very carefully through the little patch of briers. She knew the way to her friend's house by heart, but she also knew she had to be very careful, especially since she was going to be staying in a different piece of the little woods for the entire night! That thought made her little toes wiggle happily. Her very first sleepover!

She decided she had gone far enough for a little snack, so she untied her little pack and pulled out a little piece of a carrot and celery sandwich she had made herself before she left. Sitting herself down on a little log, she ate the tasty, tasty sandwich in little bites, relishing each taste of the sweet roots and crisp stalks she loved so much. It didn't take her long to finish. With a little "hup!", she jumped off the little log, tied up her little pack, and continued on her way.

The little rabbit hoped her friends hadn't been waiting long. She wondered what kinds of party games they would be playing. Knowing the host like she did, she was sure they were going to be fantastic! Her little pack hopped on her back as she hopped down the little path and into the little glen, looking for the littlest of houses and dreaming little dreams of what the night would bring.

((Aww, I'm so glad I get to write for Amelia in her little world. Sorry for the repetition, I want to aim her story toward kids... ^^"))

Prompt: The skies were clear earlier in the day, but now a storm has set in, and it's thundering to no end. Is your doll scared, or do they like this sort of weather? What do they do when the rain rolls in?

 

Maylin didn't mind the rain -- not really. Having been born a creature of the sea, water was life and the possibility for her existence. The intense range of smells so sweet were always a constant companion, each song they sang individual and unique and spoke so many things to her that she was one of the blessed of her race to be able to understand. Her blue face glowed with happiness and cheer, and even with each strike of violent light and crash of sound, so similar to rough waves, she grew more and more excited.

She was shuffling anxiously on the couch, sitting on her knees and gripping the back with pent-up energy that was always born in her during such weather. Her finny ears flapped and twitched with the patters, vibrating like the fins of a seahorse. She trembled and ducked with each new, sudden noise. Her pink-painted lips stretched across her face and her pearly-white teeth nearly chattered with the excitement.

She could almost hear the calls of her kin in each little droplet. She shouldn't be this pleased about it, in all honesty, to remember those who abandoned her to the other half of her being: the humans who didn't truly know what to do with her. But it was there. Oh God it was there, and it was glorious, and finally, she simply couldn't stand herself anymore.

Shoes were pointless. No such protection existed that could comfortably house her webbed feet, and it wouldn't matter anyway. The moment she sunk into the muddy earth, wet enough to drown her, she dropped straight back with a cry of excitement. Her shoulders shook with laughter and her eyes scrunched shut with it. Or perhaps she did so to hide from the memories, the rain slipping into her crystalline blue eyes like praise and criticism in equal measures. It didnt truly matter, she supposed. A sound of pure emotion, so muddled that it couldn't truly be linked to one, tore from her throat as lightning crashed to the ground somewhere in the distance. She was shivering and drenched and filthy, blue skin painted a dirty brown, but it was fine. She was fine. And she didn't go back inside until the rain had cleared the following morning


Prompt: Something your doll dreams about.

 

Egami lazily raised her hand and held it up to the light, filtering the brightness through her fingers. She sighed softly and stared, moving her hand back and forth, watching the play of shadows it created as she reclined on the bed of rich cushions in her chamber. The heavy musk of incense hung in the air and lute music softly played, coming from a large, vintage player nestled in the corner among the bookshelves and other odds and ends. Egami dropped her arm, and turned her head to the side and stared, eyelids heavy, at the mural that painted the walls of her room. This particular section showed a dark, starry sky, dimpled with bright spots of light and the cosmos.

As she stared, the spots began to dance and wander. Her lips parted and the stars began to fall off the wall, out of the painting into her hand that she extended. Outstretched, her fingers curled slightly to catch them, inhaling in delight as they built up like grains of sand in her palm. The stars piled up higher and higher, spilling out of her loosely curled fingers and she watched in sadness as they turned to flakes of ash, falling lightly to the floor like feathers.

Blinking, she wiped away a single tear that fell in a perfect pearl onto her snow white cheek and sighed. She gracefully rose to her feet in a single motion and her skirts fell like liquid to the floor in a puddle at her bare feet. She took a deep breath and centered herself before leaving the cozy warmth of her beaudoir. Egami parted the heavy tapestries that shielded the door and hid her, safely ensconced inside its velevty embrace before heading out to inform the elders of her waking dream.

prompt: a secret your character is having trouble keeping

 

One of these days, she was going to find out. Ever since he had moved out, Ezekiel had been good about keeping in touch with his mother, letting her know how his life was going. Or, well, the edited version, at least. She had been disappointed but understanding when he had left college, but she never got the full reason why. He'd promised her he would be all right on his own, and sitting in his apartment, however small it was, he realized he hadn't done too badly for himself. But why the sudden change in plans? He had never mentioned it.

Sighing, he stood up from the computer, leaving the cursor blinking in the middle of a half-finished email, and paced from one side of the front room to the other, back and forth, his mind spinning. His mother wasn't exactly a gods-fearing individual, but that didn't mean she wouldn't react badly to knowing he had been Chosen to partake in a war between the gods. He knew of people who had been outright abandoned at the news, out of fear that they would curse their families and communities by bringing the wrath of the gods upon them. He scoffed. Screw the gods, he thought, and all they stand for. They're nothing to me. That being said, he still stepped carefully around the issue, fighting to keep his destiny a secret, to preserve life as it had always been before.

His feet carried him to a mirror at the far side of the room, a decorative thing with rays of metal extending from around the edge like the sun. His reflection still startled him. Not to say that his own face was unfamiliar, but the piercing blue eyes staring back at him, shining with otherworldly energy, never failed to catch him off-guard. If he were to return home, he was sure they were the first thing his mother would notice. She would ask, and he would be forced to answer, to open up about the real reason he left his life behind. What would she say? Would she smile and nod, half-listening and never really acknowledging, the way she often did when met with hard news? Would she embrace and reassure him? Or, and this was his greatest fear, would she turn her back on him and throw him out of her home, out of her life? He wasn't sure he could take it. As far as he was concerned, with the way his father had treated him, his mother was the only family he had left. As ridiculous as it may have seemed at his age, he didn't want to lose her love and reassurance.

Clenching his teeth, Zeke closed his blue eyes and turned away, returning to the computer. "Things have been going well," he typed out, his fingers speeding over the keys. "Work is a bore, but it pays. How has your baking club been going? Your pies were always the best. Wishing you well -- Ezekiel."

He clicked the Send button. Another trite and meaningless email. He still couldn't tell her. Maybe someday.

~*~

Prompt: One of your characters is sick, and another one has been tasked to nurse them back to health.

 

((am i allowed to bump a prompt game? I want to respond, but wanted to give someone else a chance...))

 

“Once upon a time there was a young boy who was amazingly beautiful. He had both men and women flatter him, trying to catch his eye. He got marriage proposals every day. His father was proud that so many were interested in him. He saw his son as a way to increase his influence and gain riches, but he also knew that although his son was too young to marry, a betrothal would work as well.”
“I’m tired of your silly stories, brother. Don’t you know of any legendary fights or wars to tell me about?” *cough cough*
“Hmmm, I guess I can come up with something.”
“Good,” he said sleepily and closed his eyes.
“Once upon a time there was a young boy who was amazingly great with a sword…”
*snore*
“Ah, at last he is asleep.” He tucked the heavy blankets up around his shoulders, then left the room carrying the tray of food and medicine.


Prompt: Your character has received a gift from someone they don't particularly like, it's a very expensive and personal gift.

 

Why did this person give me a gift? They are aware that I don't care for them. I have not been rude, I have better manners, but I have been aloof and have never engaged them in conversation.
What does this person want of me? To establish a friendship? Surely they know better! I suspect they want to use me for some purpose, but what? Why does he court my favor?
I don't trust him or his motives! If I accept his gift I will be obligated. If I reject his gift I will insult him. He is aware that he has put me in this position.
I finally made my decision. I returned the gift with a note that said I was flattered by his thought, but the gift was too personal in nature to accept from a relative stranger. I tried to be as polite as possible, but I fear there will be a retaliation of some sort. Have I done the right thing?

You enter an abandoned house that is rumored to be haunted. You are alone. What happens?

 

Ed tapped his pipe rudely on the stairwell's cobwebbed bannister. "Hello?" No answer. He tested his weight on the first step and slowly began to ascend, shuffling dust with every footstep. Outside the sun was setting, and the orangeish light sifted in through the grime-covered windows, sometimes in brighter pockets where the glass was broken (kids with stones no doubt). Ed came to the second floor landing and tried again: "Hellooo? Any ghosts?" He peeked tentatively into an old bedroom and sniffed. No bed, no furniture. No dead bodies or other horrors. What a boring old place. He stuck the pipe back in his mouth and loudly clomped his way back downstairs. He didn't notice the bedroom door slowly swing shut behind him, but he did hear quiet laughter, and a pattering like bare feet slapping down the stairs beside him. He didn't need much more convincing than that. He bolted.

Prompt: A memory that haunts your character

 

"No way! Looks what's coming! It's that stupid car from that weather station the humans like!"

"Blow it off the road, I dare you!"

"Yeah! Do it!"

"No!" Zephyr couldn't believe it. Like they hadn't done enough damage already, messing around and calling up that tornado that had hit that town. And that school. Aren't we supposed to be helping the others, not harming them?!h Although she knew how to stop the tornado the other devas had called up - if I can pull colder air into the storm, the tornado will fall apart - she couldn't do it. There wasn't any cold air to work with. And it was too late, anyway. The huge storm, now over two miles wide, was headed right for the interstate, and the Chevy Yukon was right in its path with no way to escape....

But Zephyr still had one last thing she could do. She couldn't turn the storm, but she could keep the Yukon from getting picked up. If the storm were to pick it up, everyone on board would die. Summoning both the storm's immense power and her own, she called up a small vortex of her own, catching the Yukon as the massive twister took it. The vehicle rolled over, but the smaller counter-vortex held, breaking the hold of the main cyclone and saving those inside....

But even a deva can't be in two places at once, and others would lose their lives to the massive tornado. She couldn't save everyone.

She couldn't save everyone....

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Prompt: Your character walks in on something they weren't expecting.

 

Saffron stumbled up the large stone steps leading to a set of probably carved blackwood doors. She leaned heavily against it, the world tilting a bit as she caught her breath. Red heels dangled precariously from a finger as she groped for the doorknob with her free hand.

Cursing, she flattened her palm against the door in frustration, smacking it as if it were an unruly child. The noise was enough to rouse the morning doorman, who silently pulled the heavy door from inside. Saffron slithered through, a finger pressed against her lips in a show of secrecy. She laughed quietly and somehow climbed the stairs to the second floor, towards her bedroom.

Opening another door, successfully this time, she stopped and swayed, standing in a pool of morning sunlight, blinking. Confused, Saffron dropped her shoes and giggled, clapping her hand over her mouth as she realized she would be heard. This was certainly not her bedroom, as the bed was already occupied!

Laughing now, she tripped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her, cutting off the irate shouts and curses being flung from inside. Sebastian was really mad this time...

Saffron found her room and collapsed into the satin pillows. She wondered briefly as she closed her eyes, how she had not realized sooner how her cousin had felt about Elias, his valet.


Prompt: something that makes your character feel an adrenaline rush.

 

I'll take this one!!


Just reserving my spot!

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Prompt: The happiest memory that your character can remember.

 

@gabriellelouise there is a ten minute delay maximum.

 

Has the reserve expired?

 

yes, it has.

 

It's been over ten minutes so I hope it's okay to jump in. I want to keep this thread going! My apologies, Gabriellouise.

The two men stood on the mansion balcony. A full moon illuminated their surrounds and the garden below.
"Why did you invite me here, Lord Ashbury? Kristoff asked.
"I have decided that you will be my personal physician. I am a wealthy and powerful man. I can pay you well."
"What of my patients?"
"They are not my concern. You will serve me now!"
"And if I refuse?"
"How dare you! I am Lord here, you will obey! You forget to whom you are speaking!" Lord Ashbury's face darkened with anger.
"I know what you are, an arrogant, ignorant, ill bred fool! Do you have any idea what I am?" Kristoff asked with amusement.
Lord Ashbury was beside himself with rage.
"A low born pompous ass that calls himself a physician! I will break you! Your career here is over."
Kristoff smirked. "I think not. It is you, Lord Ashbury, who will obey me! You have no idea what true power is, but I will teach you your first lesson!"
With a movement so swift it could barely been seen Kristoff rushed Lord Ashbury and held him in a grip so tight that he was immobilized. He then sank his fangs deeply into the lord's throat and drank until Ashbury was near fainting.
Adrenaline coursed through Kristoff's veins satisfying not only his thirst but adding to his essence. The feeling was exhilarating! It had been a long time since he had taken such pleasure in feeding. He released Lord Ashbury, who slumped to the floor and stared up in horror at the vampire. He would never be the same again.
"That is true power!" Kristoff looked down at the stricken man and smiled. "I will accept you now as my patient."

Prompt: Your characters happiest memory.

 

Ash paced the floor watching the terminal gate, the plane had landed so why was it taking so long to reach the gate? He had been jittery since his brother had called, telling him he was coming to live with him. It had been three years since he saw his twin. They had been linked as usual, he knew each time Evz had been happy and when he had been sad or disappointed. His overwhelming mental happiness spilled over the phone, almost making Ash weep.
Ash stood stark still as the plane came into view taxiing into place so slowly he was sure he could have pushed it faster. A minute passed then two, the wait was excruciating. Finally he saw people filing out of the gateway.
One of the first to exit was a little girl who looked at him then looked back at the line of people behind her. "Mama wasn't he on the plane with us?"
He smiled as they walked away not hearing what the mother told the girl. He craned his neck and stretched tall as he could to see if Evz was coming but couldn't see through the jumbled crowd.
Finally down the crowded hallway, he saw a tanned palm raise and wave. The relief hit him like a ton of bricks and they shared a mutual feeling of joy.
Ash stood nervously as Evz passed through the gate and he rushed forward to embrace his twin. Tears fell and they kissed hello. When they were together they were home.

Your character has been offered a modeling job, what do they do?

 

Umeko flipped her hair from her face, the white locks falling like foam from a waterfall down her back as she pursed her lips and opened her eyes wide in the bright lights of the studio. The photographer snapped away making suggestions that she vaguely followed as he took pictures. If they wanted her as a model, then they had to deal with her attitude. She almost smiled, breaking the somber expression she was supposed to have adopted. Apparently her narrow shoulders, small bust, and wide hips were exactly the look this company wanted for their new perfume ad. Being the vain beauty she was, Umeko agreed, making it seem like she was doing them a huge favor when they had asked her at the faire, coming up to her fortune telling booth and interrupting a very interesting conversation with some sad sap human. Unknown to everyone working the set though, she was a demon and no one would be making it out of this photo shoot alive and able to tell the tale.

"Umeko, could you tilt your head to the left a bit more, yes, just like that..." Her icy blue eyes started to glaze over as she followed the prompts, her pupils disappearing entirely. Her skin began to frost over and started forming crystals. The ambient temperature of the large studio room dropped to a chilling level as vapor began to puff form the mouths and noses of the crew. A confused buzz could be heard as she spiraled deeper and deeper. Her skin fairly glowed with an iridescence from the ice and snow tipped her eyelashes. Minutes later, you could hear ice crackle and she had her hands around the throat of the photographer, a cruel smile on her face.

"Could you tilt your head to the left a bit more?..." The bones snapped with a sick crack and she giggled.

***

PROMPT: Day one of a vacation anywhere in any world

 

All of these posts are so well written. I'm impressed! I love the humor too! Sorry if I'm not suppose to write comments!

 

Hey everyone, click on the little heart on the bottom of the post if you really like the story.

 

I think comments are great, and totally welcome, in my opinion! I wish the app would let you favorite things...

 

Omgosh sorry I didn't realise there was a delay! I'll write this one now!

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"Wow!" Kimmy exclaims as she comes out of the airport.
The cold wind hits her immediately and she tightens her cardigan around her. She's in awe as she looks around London, she can't believe she's finally here. She looks over to Luna, who is already taking a selfie and posting it on social media.
'Her outfit is so much cuter than mine' Kimmy thinks, admiring her combination of military jacket, combat boots and ripped skinny jeans.
She's wearing an over sized brown cardigan and a peach dress with nude tights and chucks.

"Okay! Lets get to our hotel!" Luna orders, signalling for a taxi.

An hour later, they are checked in at their hotel and ready to start the days adventure.

"Okay, what first?" Kimmy asks shyly as Luna digs out her map.

"Well, we could go check out some land marks, go to a museum or maybe get some lunch?"

"Lunch, definitely lunch," Kimmy grins. "I want tea!"

Luna rolls her eyes, "Well, when in Rome."

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Prompt: Your character goes to an art museum.

 

No one is responding to the current prompt. It seems to be a hard one to write about.

Is it time to post a new prompt so the game can continue?

 

I got this one for a quick change.

"Welly, why did you bring me here," Chael asked petulantly. Stopping still looking at the huge Museum building.
"For the education you so desperately lack. Living on the streets gives you nothing but animalistic knowledge, how ugly things are and how to survive but little more. Take a look around, this will teach you the beauty of the world," Welly replied pulling the boy through the open doorway.
As Welly pulled him along, Chael looked at the magnificent paintings and the sculptures, feeling a bit overwhelmed. The closest thing he had come to art was the better graffiti artists works in the warehouse district.
He stood in front of a painting of a mother and child and the tears rolled down his face. He had never had that love, that tender touch so evident in the painting.
Welly looked at Chael surprised at his emotional reaction, until he looked up at the painting. He knelt next to the boy and wrapped his arms around him.
"It's okay Chael. You have a home now and people who love you."
"I know," he squeaked and hugged Welly tightly.

New prompt: The neighbors are being noisy, what happens next?

 

"Damn it! Chuck yelled angrily as he sat bolt upright it bed, "the neighbors are throwing another party!"
"Call the police," Dora suggested as she pulled the pillow over her head to escape the noise.
"I've called the cops so many times they accused me of harassment!"
"Then go over there and tell them to shut it down."
"You know I don't get along with that idiot. What if he gets belligerent?"
"Oh, for Pete's sake!"
"Alright, alright," Chuck muttered as he got out of bed and put on his robe. "If I'm not back in five minutes call 911 and tell them I was murdered and buried in the neighbor's backyard."
"Whatever!" Dora said as she snuggled further into the pillow.
Chuck opened his front door, pulled his robe tighter against the wind and made his way next door. He opened the gate, walked up the steps and banged door. After beating on the door for some minutes it opened and his neighbor appeared, swaying slightly and holding a bottle of Bud. The man grinned.
"Hey, don't you live next door?" he asked drunkenly.
"Yes, I've come to ask you to ~"
"Come on in and join the party! Want a beer?"
"No," Chuck answered. "It's three o'clock in the morning! Isn't it time everyone went home?"
"No, everyone's having to good a time! Here, have a beer," the neighbor said offering his bottle to Chuck.
"No! I came to ask you to shut it down! My wife and I are trying to sleep!"
The man grinned and slumped against the door frame. "If I had a wife I could think of better things to do at three o'clock than sleep"
Chuck's face turned red and his anger escalated.
"Shut the damn party down!"
"You must be the guy who's always calling the cops!" the neighbor accused.
"Yes, and I'll call them again!"
The neighbor pointed to a sign the hung next to the front door. It said 'beware of dog'.
"See that sign? Get off my porch or I'll send Spike after you!"
Chuck had never seen a dog in his neighbor's yard, nor had he heard any barking. He suspected the sign was just to discourage sales people.
"What dog?" Chuck demanded.
"Okay," the neighbor said, "You had your chance."
He took a step back into his house and hollered, "Sick 'em, Spike!"
From out of nowhere the dog burst from the house, barking furiously, all bared fangs and slobber. Chuck turned tail and ran for his life with the dog snarling and snapping at his heels. Just as he reached the gate he felt the monster grab his pajama leg. He kicked in panic, his heart racing, his breath coming in gasps until he heard fabric rip. Chuck managed to make it through the gate and slam it shut, panting as he stared at the dog who was unhurt and still barking wildly.
"And don't come back!" the neighbor yelled as he slammed the front door.
Chuck walked unsteadily back to his house, up the stairs and into the bedroom.
"What happened?" his wife asked sleepily.
"He has a dog," Chuck answered.
"Ya," his wife said.
"You wouldn't believe it!", Chuck said still in a daze. "It's the fiercest, meanest, most vicious Chihuahua I've ever seen in my life!"
"Oh, whatever!" his wife said as she rolled over went to sleep.

Prompt:
Your character is at a club when a clearly intoxicated man keeps bothering you. What do you do?

 

[MENTION=2940]elfmoon[/MENTION], leave the next prompt.

 

Lol darn, beat me to the museum one! Lol work had been stupid crazy, no time to type. Love how these are going...

 

Somebody please join in!

 

This was not the person he had come here to find. If it was, his power would have been resonating much more strongly than it was. This person was, however, the person he had spent the last two hours with, because he simply could not politely get away. If it hadn't been for his aversion to making a scene of the entire affair, he would have had this over and done with, his opponent dead on the floor, in a matter of minutes. As it was, though...

"And then I told him, I told him -- get this-- I told him we didn't have any! Isn't that just a riot?!"

"Yeah, hilarious..." Ezekiel rolled his eyes and took another sip of the rum and Coke he had ordered two hours previous. It tasted watery, the ice long melted. He didn't care. His eyelids felt like they were weighed down by stones.

"Hey man, y'now, you're pretty awesome. You know that? Like, really cool." The man at the bar next to him, clearly inebriated out of his right mind, squinted and made a gliding motion with one of his hands. "Like you've got this real smoooooth thing goin' on, with the crazy colors in your hair, and the crazy colors in your eyes, and the crazy -- everything. You're just crazy, man." He thumped him hard on the back. "And that's why I like ya."

"Good to know." His power was fading now, the burning sensation in his right hand lessening by degrees. Zeke scowled. Another one gotten away, it seemed. He wasn't the only one who could sense the presence of others like him. "Look, man, it's been great talking to you, it really has, but I have to go now."

"Already? But man, it's only..." The drunk man slumped against the counter. "It's only time for another round. Siddown."

"Fine. One more round. But then I really, seriously need to leave."

~*~

Prompt: Your character finds themselves in a biome they aren't used to (forest, city, desert, island, ocean, whatever). How did they get there, and what do they do?

 

~How long have I been here?~ Taylor thought to himself as his eyes flutters open from a dream of dancing bunnies in a field of bubblegum.
He had hopped on the train to go to the market for some groceries.
He had missed his stop because the grasp of sleep pulled him under.

Taylor decided to get off at the next stop, maybe figure out where he was, venture around.

He found himself in a place he's never been. He was used to rural areas, forests, if you will.
He found himself in an urban area, cars, and tall buildings surrounded himself. He wasn't used to the loud the noise, or the fast paced life.
It seemed like everyone needed to get somewhere right away, it seemed as though that everyone had something to do. No one had time to stop and chat, no one had leisure time.

He just didn't understand. He tried to ask people questions, like, where he was, and they just walked right past. Didn't even bother to look at at him, like he didn't exist.

That was enough for him, he hoped on the next train that was heading towards his home (and the market). He was not ready for that.

Prompt :
How about lost in a forest?

 

"Oh for heavens' sake, where am I?" Lianna complained, bending to pick pine needles off her socks. "Why did I tell Trey I'd come hiking?"
Lianna looked about, trying to determine the direction she'd come.
"Ok, I came DOWNhill when I saw that fairy ring. So why am I not seeing the trail?"
All about her the forest moved softly, the little branches and leaves whispering with the wind, hiding the birds chirping invisibly and the insects whose humming harmonized with the breeze. Everything moved but she couldn't see anything.
"Okay, maybe if I just move across this hill instead of up it, I will see Trey or Blake. I mean surely they will come find me!"
Off she went again, lost in the shafts of bright sunlight piercing through the budding leaves, in the early spring woodland, so deceptively open and inviting.

Next: Honey, I hear something!!!

 

Artie blinked his eyes open in the inky blackness of his room and sat up on his elbows, trying to figure out what had roused him from such a deep sleep. As he woke up a bit more, he heard soft whispers and some light scuffling sounds coming from the corridor just outside of his room. "Eva, love?" he inquired, groping about at the covers beside him and frowning when he did not find her next to him. Though his instinct told him that both he and his wife were alright, his immediate reaction was to be a bit afraid. Surely she was still here, and had just gone off to attend to the children.

He pulled his spectacles from the nightstand , sat up, and slid into his houseshoes, making his way to the door. Though his footfalls were quiet, Artie noticed that both the whispering and scuffling sounds outside his door ceased as he got closer. Grumbling a bit to himself, he opened the door a crack at first to allow his eyes a moment to adjust to the light, then opened it all the way. Much to his relief was Eva, as well as another friendly face...but he knew when he saw what they were both wearing that none of them would be getting much sleep that night.

New Topic! Your doll(s) is/are colonists on an alien planet!

 

"What are you doing?! Be careful! How do you know you can breathe alright?" Sadie grabbed at the helmet that Elliote had just removed.

"It's fine. I checked all the readings first." She knew that by checking them, he meant that he had listened to the audio. Elliote was blind. She sighed and watched as he inhaled deeply, his face turned toward the two suns. The amber light lit his face, turning his blond hair to gold. His profile was so noble, she thought to herself. Sadie removed her own helmet, and tentatively took a breath. The air was dry and cool, the day just turning to sunset. Soon it would be dark and who knew what creepy-crawlies would come out. They were prepared for many situations, but most required daylight to set up a lodging.

"Come on, let's have some food and settle in for the night in the ship before we go exploring." She looped her arm through his and gently pulled. Elliote looked down at her, his icy blue eyes crinkling at the edges. She was so smart and wonderful, his Sadie. He wished he knew what she looked like to others sometimes, but he decided that what he imagined her to look like would be more beautiful than anything in the world. He knew how her long hair felt in his hands, his fingers on her skin. The way her mouth curved upwards when she was happy and how it felt when she was sad, turned down and wet with tears. He would follow her anywhere, blindly or otherwise.

"Yes, let's."


prompt: taking a cooking class

 

Quin laid out the emergency rations, but didn't look at me. I know what masked frustration looks like. Every child beyond toddling knows how to keep herself fed on pantry staples, and I can't. "You never leave this treehouse without these," he said, touching each wax-sealed brick in succession. "Dried noodles. Break them up, if being in your pack hasn't already crushed them, and drop them in the tin case. Dried meat. Shred it. Dried vegetables. Just pour them in." He tossed me the next item, a cube the size of a die. "Guess what that does."

I worried the seal open and found a brown, oily cube. "It's portable soup," I said. "I may have never used it, but I've reviewed Army requisition records for fifteen years. This is what gives everything else something like flavor."

The corner of his mouth quirked. "There's a reason the Army also requisitions pepper sauce by the gallon. Portable soup supplies salt and fat so you don't starve while we find you. You'll know it's edible when it looks and smells like wet woodchips. Which is how it tastes, but you may only pick three of hot, fast, light and tasty. How do you make this edible?"

That part, I also knew, having read the survival manual and been tested on it. "Boiling water, replace the case cover and let steep for ten minutes, or cold water and an hour's steep."

He sighed. "Rien, if you can't start a fire, you have bigger worries than a cold meal. Just gnaw on the raw bricks." He folded his arms. "Get going."

I followed instructions, though of course I cheated as I would in any circumstance short of enemy avoidance. I ddn't bother with flint and tinder to set the fire in the brazier; I muttered my phrase and channeled instead. Nor did I boil a full tin bottle of water, because this was a test, not my next meal, and we had no reason to waste the fuel as well. Quin watched me carefully, but emergency rations are made with culinary incompetents like me in mind. The odor that rose when the steaming water hit the bowl made me draw back. Something had gone off -- none of the raw materials smelled of dirty feet and burnt bone. Nor could my fire have altered anything -- it never, ever had before, and I know for certain that some professional cooks are also Incendiaries, usually better Incindiaries than I am. Worse, everything in the bowl was turning to the texture of mortar. Cooking may be an alchemy I do not comprehend, but I do understand actual alchemy, and nothing in those ingredients should combine into sludge.

Then the stench met Quin's nose with all of the subtlety of a thrown fist. "Is this an unknown talent for destroying food? Even you shouldn't ruin pack rations." He sniffed harder. "Oi. My apologies. My fault." He reopened the emergency box, checked one corner, and nodded to himself. "You have just made medicinal soup. I tossed you mushroom mold extract." He picked up the tin bowl and held it at arm's length, turned and kicked open the floor hatch. I doubt he even checked to ensure nobody was coming up the tree before he dropped it. A long moment later, I heard the bowl bounce. Heavily. As if it were no longer tin, but stone. "If you hadn't already guessed, mold extract is strictly topical."

Prompt: Someone is delivering what they expect to be very bad news. Turns out, it's the best news ever.

 

Lookout Point was a wonderful place to visit, especially in the fall when all the colors are in full bloom. Yumeko walked around not particularly paying attention to much when her cousin Himeko slowly walked uphill to meet her.

"...Yu...me...ko," she huffed breathlessly. "Got...bad...news..."

"What?" asked Yumeko.

"Your car," replied Himeko as she caught her breath. "I might have forgotten to set the parking brake and it rolled backwards...down the hill...and off a cliff."

This wasn't good. Cars rolling off cliffs tended to end up in various states of destroyed. The two then walked down the hill to where Yumeko's car - or what was left of it - lay. It was barely recognizable as it had shattered into several hundred rusty pieces.

"Wow," said Yumeko. "That car was that rusty? In that case, good riddens to bad rusty rubbish! It's time for car shopping!...but I think I'll call a taxi first."

Yes, Yumeko really didn't like her old car. Her parents bought it from some hole-in-the-wall used car dealership because it was cheap and, to be bluntly honest, it was no end of trouble from Day One. She was quite happy to be rid of the clunker but she wasn't going to tell her cousin that...yet.

Prompt: your character has to wake up very early in the morning - hours before he/she is used to.

 

Beep Beep Beep
Slap
Beep Beep Beep
Slap
What was that clock’s problem this morning?
Then as I slowly awoke, I jolted upright in my bed. I realized I had slept though my alarm at least once but probably more. I looked at the time dreading that I had slept in too late.
4:45 the red leds blinked.
I wasn’t too late, I still had time to get ready and leave on time.
As I threw back the covers and jumped up out of the bed, I heard a groan.
“It’s too early... come back to bed.” Song’s sleepy voice was gravely. He patted the bed as an invitation, his tail twitching with irritation under the covers. It was tempting to crawl back under the covers with the warm neko, but I resisted.
“I have an interview in town, Song, I have to get going. Wish me luck.” I said as I bent over and kissed his nose.
“Oh that’s right, sorry,” he yawned. “Good luck Remi! You want this job, so I hope you get it.” He rolled over wrapping himself in the blankets, the invitation had been revoked.
“I’ll call and tell you what happens,” I said as I grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom. I was answered by a light purring snore.

Prompt: It's the day before Spring Break starts, plans go awry.

 

Lillyth was excited to finally be starting her Spring Break. She was bound for London, where she was due to spend a week seeing an old friend and doing some sightseeing. Running a hand through her short, dark hair, she examined her dorm room as she ran through her mental checklist. The trash had been taken down and room tidied. Her small suitcase was packed with everything she needed to survive the long flight and the week ahead. All that was left to do was to wait for her ride coming to take her to the airport. She grinned and plopped down on her bed, opening up her laptop.

That was when she saw the IM from Arthur: Have you checked the weather for New York City? Do you not have a layover there before coming to London?

Frowning, Lillyth opened up a new tab on her internet browser and went to her favorite weather website. Upon seeing that New York City was experiencing record snowfall that was not expected to end for a few more days, she let out a groan. She was indeed supposed to have a layover in at JFK before continuing on to Heathrow, but a glance at the airline's website affirmed that her flight was canceled until further notice. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone and called the airline to see what could be done. One way or another, she would make it to London, even if it were slightly later than anticipated.

New Prompt: Your characters are lost in a dark, foggy forest.

 

Kristoff was lost. He had somehow become separated from his hunting party. He had searched for them but to no avail, the fog was so thick he could scarce see the hand in front of his face. What had caused this strange fog? It had come out of nowhere suddenly enveloping the forest in a cold dark haze and it was oddly silent. He could hear no birds nor rustles of movement in the undergrowth.

Apprehensively he continued walking in what he hoped was a straight line. He called out several times hoping the hunting party would hear him, but no one answered.

Then he stumbled upon a clearing where a shaft of light shone down brightly from the heavens. He approached with caution, suspicious and unsure of what would happen with a sense of danger filling him. He hesitantly put his hand in the sunlight and it cracked and he could feel the warmth inside.

Then the shaft split apart and there stood a beautiful woman, with a mane of golden hair, dressed in a shimmering white gown. Behind her the forest was filled with sunlight and birds sang a serenade. Kristoff was so startled that he could do naught but stare.

The woman flashed him a dazzling smile that took his breath away.

"Welcome, human," she said. "Thou art a strapping and beauteous man! Come hither and lie with me!"

His mouth fell open. His heart beat faster and his breath quickened. Every instinct warned him to flee, yet he could not.

The woman stroked his hair, pulled him into her embrace kissed him and he knew he was spellbound. She pulled him into the light and the shaft closed behind him.

Kristoff was never seen again.

Prompt: Your character has an otherworldly encounter.

 

“What? I … there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, I swear Evz. There wasn’t a cloud when I came in,” Song said. The pounding rainstorm became a splashing flood.
“Shut the door, you’re letting the water in,” Ash complained as he rubbed his son’s quivering back.
Song closed the door obediently.
Jamie was still shivering but was beginning to raise his head when another bolt of lightning struck nearby and he buried his head again. The noise was so close and deafening that I flinched again.
“That’s Thaddeus’s work all right,” Evz sighed and began to pour tea into my cup.
“Why would he make it rain like this?” I asked confused, watching the warm brown fluid fill my cup, this seemingly normal act calmed me down.

“So everyone will stay inside and he can come and go as he wishes, without everyone seeing where he’s heading. At least, that’s what I’d do if I could and needed to move around unseen.” Evz smirked as he filled the other cups. “I expect he knows where you are and is coming here.”

Song shook his head, meaning he hadn’t told anyone.

“Want to bet,” he said pointedly at Song.

He looked at the floor and his chin quivered. “Sorry Evz,” he whispered.

Ash sighed and looked at Song. “You told Rae?”
Song nodded slowly. “But… only after she told me about Thaddeus…being…there. I came right here after…” his voice trailed off, realizing he had been caught lying.

Wait was all we could do, while the rain thundered down on the roof, and the nearby lightning kept us inside. I sipped the warm tea, though it had no taste, the warmth was soothing.
The lightning flashes and sound of thunder now came from further away. Evz suddenly got up from the table and grabbed another teacup. He was filling it, when to our amazement the door opened.

There was no rain falling by the door, as tallest man I’d ever seen ducked under the doorway and stood up, his hair brushing the ceiling but it was high enough for him to stand upright. He was thin and much taller than Ash, with a third eye in the middle of his forehead. He was also remarkably dry.
Several things happened at the same time as he shut the door behind him. Song fainted and fell out of his chair. Jamie jumped up with a squeak and ran to his room.
Evz spoke, ignoring the minor chaos around him. “Tea, Thaddeus? It’s your favorite,” he said as if he entertained this mythic creature often.

Story prompt: Your character, who hates shopping, is dragged to the clothing store to buy an outfit for a special occasion.

 

"But I don't want to!"

"You have to!"

Taylor needed to get a suit for his sisters wedding, which he was not happy about.
Taylor liked to just stay in one thing, and thats his favourite boxers.
Honoka won't take him anywhere unless he puts on pants and a shirt, so he does sometimes wear clothes.
Honoka dragged him to the men's section in a classy store.
"What colour do you want?" She asked.

"Doesn't matter, cuz I'm not getting anything."

She rolled her eyes and threw a suit at him, "Go try it on!"

"No!"

"Taylor I swear to god if you don't cooperate with me. Just try it on! Do it for your sister."

"Fine!" He whined.

Taylor got changed into the suit, and walked out to let her see.

"I hate you so much, we're no longer friends."

"It fits?" Taylor nodded. "Kay, good, now let's get out of here."

Subject: How about them staying at a weird hotel.

 

"You know, in a lot of areas of the world, these places are cheaper than regular hotels."

"Gods, Rosa, is thriftiness all you ever think of?" He scowled. "What about, say, our reputations? What are people gonna think when they find out you got us a room at a freaking love hotel?!"

Pink walls, pink floors, pink frills on the pillows... Their eyes were assaulted by pure, gaudy pink in every direction. There were five or so light switches to every socket. Dolorosa had already gone about trying them out to see what activated lights where. Ezekiel was frozen in place in the doorway, a look of horror plastered on his face as he entertained the possibility of anyone, anyone, finding out where he had stayed the night.

Rosa shrugged. "I don't see anything wrong with it; it's a nice change of pace. Besides, you and I both know we're not that sort of people." She flicked a switch, and flecks of rainbow light began to dance around the room from a colorful unit on the ceiling. "Strictly business," she said with a nod. "That's all we're here for."

"Strictly business... Right." Zeke didn't sound convinced. "Just please tell me you didn't put our actual names on the registrar."

With Rosa adamant and Zeke afraid of being seen, it was bound to be a long, uncomfortable night.

((Yeah, it's short. But I don't really have any context for this sort of thing??))

Prompt: First day of summer! How do your dolls celebrate / commiserate?

 

"The sun is out! It's warm!" Blaze cries and runs out into the garden barefoot, her skirt billow in the gentle breeze.
"Shouldn't you try to act a little more mature?" Yumiko asks following at a more sedate pace.
"Who cares? It's summer!" Blaze replies.
"I starting the cooking. What you all want to eat?" Kali the little witchy imp has towed her step ladder in front of the barbeque.
"Hot dog!" says Lilith jumping and waving her arms. "Roast corn please!" Blaze calls. "Pickles!" cries Leon.
"The pickles is already made!" Kali yells back. Talking and laughing the group gathers to celebrate the start of the season.

Prompt- Working in the yard

 

Arthur hummed softly to himself as he very gently removed his newest herb from its pot, gently shook out the root ball, and placed it in the freshly dug hole. The day was perfect for gardening, warm with a cool breeze and scarcely a cloud in the sky: weather that he absolutely loved. Holding the plant steady, he added potting soil around it until it was snug in the ground. Allowing himself a light smile, he sat back on the balls of his feet and admired his work. Soon enough, there would be fresh basil for cooking with, as well as some sage. Turning to begin work on the other new herb, Arthur caught sight of someone that made the day a little less perfect.

"G'day, mate! What'cha up to there?" Abbi called in her signature Australian accent as her blades skidded to a stop on the path just before Arthur and his herbs. Once the Brit's heart had gone from his throat back down to his chest, he heaved a sigh. It was not that he disliked his niece...it was just that she was a wee bit too boisterous at times, and she never dressed properly for tea-he would have preferred a nice dress to her sundresses and leggings. As the other plopped down beside him, Arthur wondered if perhaps he could give her a lesson in gardening and manners.

Prompt: A difficult test (take this however you want: a paper test or test of character)

 

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious, I'm afraid."

"And this is happening when?"

"...Tomorrow."

It took all of Zeke's self control to keep from slamming his head down on the table. "This is exactly the kind of bull that got me running from the education system in the first place."

Rosa scowled. "I thought it was because you were Chosen," she muttered. "Calculus AB isn't even that bad. I could be in BC. Now are you going to stare flabbergasted at the study guide all day, or are you actually going to help me learn some of this stuff before tomorrow's test? That is, if you're smart enough to keep up."

"I still don't see why it has to be me that gets you through school," he muttered resentfully, but he took up the paper all the same. "All right, fine. Law of Cosines, from memory. Go."

((Someday I will have more dolls from more stories, but for the time being... I've got these two, haha))

Prompt: Thinking about the past and/or looking ahead to the future

 

Aine knew it was wrong but she could not help but love him. A mortal he may be but never had she seen a more beautiful man in her life. She smiled to herself as she planned a way of getting his attention, she could see them now dancing amoung the trees and feasting with the fair folk. These dreams of what her future could be kept her going. She knew that to love a mortal was wrong, unthought of amongst her kind yet she could not help it. Love between the fae and mortals had happened many a time before but never ended well, could she break this circle.

PROMPT: Your character is at the movies, who are they with, what are they watching...

 

“Why do we have to go?” Jamie whined.
“Because you can’t stay home alone, you’re too young,” Evz explained again as he paid for 4 ticket, 2 adult and 2 children.
“But it’s a chick flick!”
“It isn’t, it’s a comedy. Right Ash,” Evz looked to his brother for support.
“Yeh, it’s a comedy about people who are really dumb,” Ash offered with a shrug and pointed to the movie poster. “You’ll get to laugh at adults doing stupid stuff.”
“Okay, but you’re taking us for ice cream afterwards,” Chael suddenly demanded.
“Fine,” Evz agreed. He had to see the movie, several of his ad company’s client’s products were placed in the movie and he wanted to see how well they blended in but were still recognizable. “Thanks a lot,” he muttered sarcastically to his twin.
“What?”Ash said acting innocent.
“If I see kissing I’m going to barf,” Jamie muttered walking next to Chael.
“Me too,” Chael agreed.

Prompt: The dining room is a terrible mess, what happened?

 

"Aine how do you create so much mess, there is honeydew everywhere" her sister sighed as she cast her eyes over the dining room it looked as if the west wind had blown through.
"Stop flapping Bridget, I will clean it before mum gets back.... It is only a bit of dew" Aine retorted.
"Well make sure you do a proper job this time, last time I was sweeping sneezing powder up for a week... who were you trying to hex in anycase" Bridget questioned.
"That is none of business Bridget, if your not careful and don't quit your moaning you will find more than sneezing powder on your pillow" Aine turned her back and chuckled to herself, winding Bridget up was just too easy.

Prompt: If you could turn human for one day, where would you go, what would you do?

 

[casually sets Zeke at the computer for this one]

A whole day, huh? First thing I'd do is hack into the girl's bank account (doesn't bother me if she can't afford anything) and order a Dolorosa doll. Rosa might be a crazy [REDACTED] but she'd keep me sane, it would be nice to have someone my own size around here. Second thing would be to get myself some accessories. Who knows, maybe at the end of the day when I shrink back down, whatever I'm wearing will shrink with me. A guy can dream. (Yeah, all my human fantasies so far have involved shopping, something wrong with that?) As for the rest of the day, I'd probably walk around town and find someone to fight me, just to get it out of my system. 'Sides, if I'm only human for 24 hours there won't be any real consequences, nothing any sort of [REDACTED] could pin on me.

Yeah, that all sounds nice. When can I start?

Prompt: Finding the perfect gift for a special someone... or just to treat yourself!

 

((Does anyone want a new prompt for this...?))

 

Dusty. That's what his counter tops were. So very, very dusty.

A lazy hand drifted across the polished wood, leaving trails from dancing fingertips in its wake. Amadeus inspected his artwork for only a moment before turning to dig in the cabinet next to his little used register. He paused again after retrieving his cleaning cloth, running it briskly over the brass knobs and levers poking this way and that from the heavily ornate, but still little used (so very, very little used), register. A sigh escaped his lips, stirring yet more dust into the air.

He really should try and run his business proper. A pawn shop is not really a pawn shop if no one is actually allowed to shop... His eyes lost their focus for a moment, drifting with the dust particles in the air until it settled on a small, golden crown sitting by itself on a wooden shelf. A smile took the place of another sigh and he stepped lightly across the room to raise his cleaning cloth again to its task. After the crown came a pocket watch, then a shiny silver pistol, followed by an oiled leather hat, and a dozen other shiny trinkets nestled among his small collection.

Treasures, all of them. First to people who saw little value in their use, then to himself when those people came to trade their sentiment for coin. The little happy crinkles in the corners of his eyes softened as his smile dropped away. They were his trinkets now, his treasures, how could he allowed them to pass yet again into the hands of those who would find them fleetingly amusing only to come back when that amusement ended? And come back a little more dented, more scratched, more dulled from disuse and misuse and sitting on the shelf of someone who didn't deign to care for them properly, so he would have to work hard to clean them and fix them and keep them well maintained and glittering on his very own shelf once again.

He appreciated them, poor little treasures that everyone else passed by. It was why he fit in well here, in his little pawn shop.

The smile found its way back onto his face as he looked around again. Maybe he'd bring them a gift. Another small piece of life that someone somewhere had forgotten about, there were many of those lying around.

Yes. He would go looking for a gift. The shop would remain closed again today, as he donned his gloves and took up his hat.

The shop was always closed this week, while he wandered around town looking for a suitable present, checking all the nooks and crannies in the city until something extraordinary caught his eye. Always this week, this month, and only ever on this day did he venture out from his little pawn shop, his home.

After all, her Birthday only came once a year.



Prompt: A miniature blue police box lands in the middle of your dolls'/characters' setup/vicinity.

 

Chaos ensues?
Alternative prompt?
It is a dark and stormy night and slight disaster strikes(a black out/leaky roof/someone ate the last Twinkie).

 

The sky was dark, save the occasional flashes of lightning. Most of the house was dark, too, save the computer screen and the warm little halo of the lamp.

From his perch on the arm of the chair, it's not like Vince was left alone in the darkness, anyway... his human caretaker was nearby, even if they were paying more attention to the computer than to him, and the half-finished outfit he was modeling. He had it better than the other dolls, who were upstairs under the dust-cover, waiting out the storm in the dark and not being paid attention to at all.

Come to think of it, that was a pretty cold comfort. It would be more fun if they were all downstairs. Maybe sharing a big chair? It was too dark for photo-taking, maybe, and he was willing to accept that no more sewing was going to happen, and that it probably wasn't going to turn into a tea party any time soon, but it could still be more fun to have more friends around.

"Boooored..." He whined, completely unsurprised when the caretaker failed to hear him. "Sooo booored..."

Suddenly there was the sound of gushing water just behind him, and Vince startled, only slightly relieved when a hand reached out to steady him. It sounded like the storm had moved inside the house!

"Dangit, there goes the rain gutter." Human Caretaker sighed, then yawned, checking the time. "Okay, bedtime for us..."

Bedtime? Well, on the one hand, it was great to hear that the storm hadn't come inside after all, and that it was just the sound of the water bursting through the gutter to hit the glass below, but... Okay, it was dark, but surely it wasn't bedtime yet! Not with a sewing project undone, an outfit unfinished! Was the caretaker even going to change him back into his cozy jammies or was he going to be put back on his bed like this? This was worse than a storm disaster, this was a wardrobe disaster!

"Nooo!" Vince kicked a little, but it did nothing to stop him from being tucked into the crook of an arm and carried up to his doll bed.


Prompt: Dealing with travel, be it by plane, train, or automobile.

 

claiming for after breakfast!

EDIT: got busy and didnt have time, sorry guys! Someone else can take that prompt, or I can do it in the morning if no one has yet! ;3

 

Sebastian shuffled the last of the morning's paperwork together and slid back from the large blackwood desk. Elias was dozing in the plush armchair by the fireplace; the book he had been reading fallen open across his lap under slim fingers. Sebastian smiled softly and then frowned as the door to the study was pushed open.

Ivan coughed as he entered, grimacing as he remembered that he was always supposed to knock first when Sebastian was working. Slumping as he stood by the door, he curled one spindly hand around his lower arm and mumbled.

"What?"

He coughed again and cleared his throat, his purple and black mohawk shaking above his head. "I said, Excuse me, sir. But I need you to come to the car now. Saffron needs to be picked up again..." Ivan paused, breathless. Sebastian made him nervous. Or maybe it was the drugs wearing off. Either way, he watched from hooded eyes as the alpha sighed and stood up. Sebastian strode around the desk, touching Elias on the head as he stopped by the chair. The blond stirred and blinked up at him, smiling sleepily. Large hands ran through Elias's hair just once before Sebastian followed Ivan out into the hall towards the waiting car.

A driver was waiting and held open the door as Sebastian slipped into the backseat. He was annoyed. Saffron was in jail. Again. He really had to have a chat with her. No one should end up in the drunk tank twice in a week. She had probably mauled some poor chap... Sebastian sighed and relaxed into the leather seat, his eyes closed a moment as he contemplated life without his handful of a cousin. Movement to the left startled him however as he immediately smelled something rotten. Snapping his eyes open, Sebastian stared at a very tall man trying to comfortably seat himself in the back of the car with the alpha. What. What?

Truman turned slowly to his right and smiled lazily. He knew Sebastian disliked him. He didn't care. Saffron was a good friend and he just had to go and see what trouble she had gotten herself into. Ivan had jokingly told him to come along for the train wreck and sure enough, the tall wolf stood outside the black town car, mouth agape in horror that Truman had actually shown up and gotten into the vehicle. And sat next to Sebastian. Of all people. Truman chuckled almost, but caught himself and instead just stared benignly back at the big bad wolfy. Winking he grinned toothily, "Hey."

Sebastian groaned and started to snarl. He wanted to bite him, but Truman tasted terrible. He had already made the mistake of trying to gnaw off the man's hand and failing. Truman tasted like bad meat...undead asshole. The comical look of the over seven foot tall slinky sitting in his backseat with knees drawn up to his chin wasn't lost on Sebastian...he just would laugh about it later. In the privacy of his room. He instead simply uttered, "Get. Out."

Truman shook his head and Ivan slapped his hand to his head, still standing outside the car before walking around and getting into the passenger seat. This was all wrong; his alpha was now sitting in the back, stuck with his drug dealer. A fact known to Sebastian and frowned upon immensely. Ivan nervously rubbed his thighs and stared out the window as the strange trio headed towards the police station.

PROMPT: FIRST ICE CREAM OF THE SEASON

 

"Is that what I think it is?" Jamie's head jerked toward the open window. This would probably be the last time they would have the windows open this spring. The next day's temperatures promised to hit air conditioning weather.
"What are you talking about?" Chael asked absently as he rolled the dice for his turn.
"I hear it too!" Devon chirped and jumped to his feet.
"It is!" Andrey cried out from his vantage point near the window.
A rush and blur as the the three rushed from the room. The slamming of the front door reached Chael's ears before he put two and two together. He slowly rose, not liking the roll he had gotten, he picked up the dice and sat them aside for later. He had heard the sound long before any of them and had dismissed it. Obviously those three could not.
Chael walked through the house as the repetitive musical irritation remained the same volume. He opened the door to see Jamie walking back to the house with a grimace. "What's the matter?" Chael asked.
Jamie smiled when he saw him and rushed forward grabbing him by the arm he began pulling him to the noisy truck.
"They have your favorite flavor today, but we don't have enough to buy it for you," Jamie said.
Chael chuckled, reaching into his pocket pulling out his wallet. "None of you have enough money to get the first ice cream of the season."

Prompt: Blustery day and a photo shoot.

 

"Wait, my hat!"

Nuts! His birthday's coming up, you want to do something nice for him? Normal girls go to the department store and find a nice tie, or slippers maybe. Talented ones knit him some socks, not that it gets warm enough to really wear them in L.A. Maybe bake him a swell treat that'll keep him smiling in thought of its taste, and thought that it was you that made it.

But no; Effie had to go and decide on a pocket watch! The inside of the one I wanted had an empty frame, however...and something should really go there...

It took a flat out run but eventually I caught it in a remarkably graceless leap. Sure, I almost fell face first into a rose bush, but a near miss was still a miss. It was a beautiful spring California day, the mid morning light casting puddles of green shadow beneath the trees throughout the park. The photographer had preferred a sunny little spot by the creek and this time I descended the shallow hill with a little more care.

"You ready, miss?"

He sounded peeved. Well, suck a rock, Jack. You've already been paid.

A few more steps, nearly slipping twice and hearing the sharp, exasperated inhalation of air from behind me, and I was there. He was right though. The white of my dress did look pretty against the rocks.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

A few odd clicks and he adjusted his camera, holding out a hand to gesture me to sit still. I was alright, but the wind was doing nothing for my skirts.

"Three..."

I smiled, using one hand to pin the lacey fabric to the stone I sat on.

"Two..."

A bird whistled and caught my attention, but I reassured my smile and tilted my head to the side.

"One..."

Zephyrus be damned! A weight left my head and a gentle shadow began floating down the river and taking my sight with it. It looked so careless, floating through the air. But what timing!

"...no!"

My weight shifted onto another rock at the base of the river, ready to go after the silly cap and letting my skirts give way to the blustery day. With a gentle shove of moving air at my back I could hear a dim curse at the back of my head and the water wasn't any longer simply rushing along its path, but quickly towards my face.

Nuts...

Flash!

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PROMPT: Stuck walking downtown during a terrible rainstorm, your character seeks shelter. Where do they wind up?

(Just want to say what a fabulous concept this is! I'm absolutely following this thread. : ) I love reading little insights to everyone's characters!)

 

The skies seemed to just open up as Sabine walked home from work. Screeching, she started to dash down the street, her black boots splashing through quickly-forming puddles. Of course she didn't have an umbrella or a jacket. The air was warm and humid... thunder clapped in the distance as a jagged bolt of lightning painted itself in the sky. The air felt heavy as she ran, a green tinge seemed to light everything with an eerie cast. Sabine ducked into the first shop she could find one she hit the main drag...

Dripping, she tried to catch her breath, her shirt clinging to her frame and her hair plastered about her face and neck.

"Ugh!... Totally didn't expect this today!!" Sabine exclaimed, looking up finally and realizing where she was. Bright colors bombarded her line of sight and a sickly sweet smell permeated the air. She stick out like a sore thumb, dressed head to toe in black and chains with lace. Her inky dyed black hair was making little drips on the floor and Sabine wondered if her makeup was still intact.

A perky salesgirl cleared her throat and Sabine looked over at her, arching a brow. The girl frowned and then recovered, pulling her face into a mask of positivity. "Can I help you with anything?"

Sabine grumbled and simply dropped her arms to her sides, visibly wilting at the question. Groaning mentally, she just sighed aloud and asked where the darkest chocolate was hidden.. Hopefully sweets would save the day!

PROMPT: DAY 3 OF BEING LOST AT SEA

 

It was all Leopold's fault.

Promisiuth Odin Thirandier was not in need of any 'socialization'. He did not spend too much time cloistered in the study, he did not spend too much time playing the violin (really, could there be such a concept?), and he most certainly did not spend too much time in the garden conversing with the marble statuette of a (quite verily) striking Grecian maiden. And certainly he did not need to compensate for this apparent lack of a social life by joining his brother on an oversea voyage to some land he had never heard of.

So, in short, it was all Leopold's fault.

They'd been at sea two weeks now, and lost for the past three days. And this triangular island of Bermuda had yet to be seen, or smelt, or even had the gulls that roam every beach heard. Three days of monotonous salt water and spray, and the not entirely un-menacing cloud cover that had stalled both their journey and any attempt at navigation over the endless open water.

That they were headed in a mostly westerly direction was all the captain had been able to maintain.

At least Leopold had paused in his daily ministrations of mother hen-ery; all the excitement of the voyage's main destination must have thoroughly distracted him. And although that in itself was a reprieve, Promisiuth's temper was yet growing shorter with every wave that crashed upon the keel of Leopold's blasted ship.

He considered that the neglect of his poor violin was most decidedly the cause. He hadn't dared to take it out during the voyage lest some freak wave try to snatch it from his grasp, and yet he could not bare to leave it behind in Leopold's mansion lest some uncaring maid leave a candle out and burn the place down with his precious treasure still inside.

The fact the maid had gazed upon him with open mouthed incredulity at the suggestion his violin take first priority in the case of an errant indoor inferno had sealed his decision to bring it with. He, himself, had not let the instrument stray from his hand the entire time he was upon the ship (though it did make eating what passed for dinner there an interesting affair).

"We shall probably all come down with scurvy, anyways," he mumbled under his breath as he rested his weight against the port-side rail, sidetracked by his own thoughts.

"We shall what?" came a voice from beside him, low and husky, and in the irritatingly jovial tone of his elder brother.

"Scurvy," Promisiuth cleared his throat and turned to face Leopold with an arched brow and what passed for his own lazy attempt at a sneer, "We shall all come down with it at this rate; we've the better chance at survival by simply turning around and making for the nearest port, wherever that may be."

Leopold vexed him further by responding with a chuckle, "Do you even know what scurvy is?"

Which was a question entirely beside the point.

"I know that it is to be avoided at all costs," he bit back instead, straightening to his (admittedly rather small in comparison) full height in agitation.

"It is, and it is," was all Leopold would say about the matter before altering the subject, "Why would we want to head for port when we've finally made our destination?"

It was Promisiuth's turn to look dubious, as he very pointedly cast his gaze out over the port side, then turned slowly in a circle with the hand not grasping his violin case raised up to shade his eyes. Once he had come all the way around he met Leopold's eyes again and shook his head, "Remind me again, what our destination entails, as I appear to have missed the part where we chanced upon your magical invisible island." Really, and his friendship with the garden statuette was considered bizarre.

Leopold clicked his tongue at him in return, "The Bermuda Triangle isn't an island, old boy, it is an anomaly! One we're very eager to study first hand."

Promisiuth could feel the heat rise to his face as the fuse of his temper was finally lit, and he ground his next question out through his teeth, "Exactly what kind of 'anomaly' do you mean?"

"The best kind of anomaly!" he could see the light in Leopold's eyes flare as he prepared to ramble on about the latest 'scientific breakthrough' he intended to unveil to the world, "For as long as we have been able to record, many a ship that attempts this route to the small islands of the Undiscovered World find themselves shrouded in mist, fog, clouds, much the way we are, you notice, and either hammered by the elements or mysteriously turned around so much that when they finally find their way to the regular sea and can take a proper navigational bearing they are in a completely different area of the sea than where they had started! It's a puzzle that we've been trying to solve seriously for the past five or so years, now that the-"

"Wait, please, hold on one small minutia of a minute, please," the vein underneath his right eye had begun to pulse, giving his bracing grimace a minor twitch, "You mean to tell me, that entire point of this voyage, was to come here, to this place, with the express purpose, of simply GETTING LOST?!"

Ohhh, it really was all Leopold's fault.

Next Prompt:
Attempts, whether successful or not, at following some type of direction or instruction.

 

Stay out of trouble, kid.

And then he showed me the door. Nothing against the door, not a damned thing, I'd just preferred not to have seen the other side of it just yet. Shabby and worn, dime-a-day rent with a nickel-an-hour detective sitting pretty behind it. Feet up, bottle in hand, the luxurious haze of inebriation protecting the man trapped inside those four thin walls from the pounding rain outside. The only evidence of life the soft plumes of smoke drifting lazily forward from the supernova light in the darkness of his cigarette, the etched patterns of raindrops through moonlit glass that drifted down reflections onto an unpolished wooden floor. Trying desperately to wash away some of the dark, some of the filth, some of the grime.

Chicago wasn't a sparkling city. With how the heavens opened and poured their tearful hearts out onto the black streets, you'd think by now some of the blood would've been washed away. But no, somehow with every fresh downpour, every time the streets glittered like gold and reflected the city lights like the seas, turbulent and beautiful, it just seemed to draw the very worst out of the already bad. Here, out on the edge. Here, between the maps. Here, there be dragons.

Stay out of trouble, kid.

Sure thing, flat-foot. Take a case and hide behind that thin veil of smoke and mirrors, waving those Prohibition-special wingtips in my face. The last time they saw the ground, upright and under any sense of dignity was under command of Woodrow two decades back. What've you been doing since then, detective? What wrongs have you turned right when the gun was in your hand, the gavel in your other? I'd heard your stories, and none of them painted you like a saint. Then again, you never claimed to be.

The midnight breeze hit me like a wall of ice. Tendrils of black hair flickered in and out of my vision, mingled with sharp stings of frozen rain and the feeling of rising blood to my cheeks.

Despite the black, though. Despite the icy streets that reflected imaginary, backwards worlds where everything was light and life, there was something about it that held your gaze.

My shadow drew long behind me as I passed beneath a streetlight, a new kind of monster that followed my every footstep. Through a tilted gaze I watched her grow and I watched her fade, from darkling to demon and finally back to dust.

Tap, tap, tap. My heels clicked along a rhythmless song beneath the continuous serenade of rain.

Tap, tap. Tap-tap.

Hm?

Tap-tap.

A misplaced echo, effort made to hide in the shadow of my own. Gods.

Stay out of trouble, kid.

I gave a cursory glance around, hands buried deep in jacket pockets, searching for any semblance of warmth.

Here, there be dragons.

Tap-tap. Tap-tap.

Nothing for it. The back of my neck itched and my sights turned from an aimless stroll to a determined walk. In the back of my mind I caught a glimpse of a shadow in my own, hat-brim low and his own hands buried deep in pockets, but they searched for something other than warmth.

You're a cruddy flat-foot, detective. But I suppose to anyone else you're just another freak in the night.

Tap-tap. Tap-tap.

Maybe I'd been hard on you, Mr. Grey. Maybe you had your plan, cunning and wise. Like the tales you read in stories for a dime, full of dicks and dames in distress, mobs and 'typewriters' and no greater conquest than that colored green beneath the many shades of black.

Tap-tap. Tap-tap.

Just maybe.

Tap-tap. Tap-tap.

Tap-tap...tap.

The imitation of sunlight hovering high, close in the night, blacked out for a moment. A smear of shadow, darker than the sky, slipped before it and around before landing a puddle on the sidewalk before me.

Damn!

Slowly it took shape. A formless mass at first, four legs jointed in too many places before it decided one was enough. A glimpse at the true form, something easiest seen by accident in a surreal lack of light, and four legs joined back into two but up above the horns remained.

Two horns, inky black like his suit, like his tie, like his gun. Smoke drifted about in wisps before it was washed away by the rain, leaving nothing but the demon brandishing fate in my face.

Stay out of trouble, kid...

Flash!

The blow came after, the bright light blinding all three of us but only one remained afflicted.

He was a good shot, anyway.

The black shadow lay on the ground, pooling a thick dark fluid around. Encompassed in the streetlight, his red eyes fractured open and glazed over, we approached.

His dirty wingtip nudged the body, taking back a bit of sticky red with it. Everything bleeds, and this far away from his plane, he was no exception. The pinstripes drew bent lines from horn to hoof, but with a second prod he ceased to respond.

"Mr. Grey, was..."

"Sam."

"You were following..."

"Smart girl."

I looked over at him, face shaded beneath long brim under the direct overhead light. I could still see a sliver of a glow highlighting the stubble on his ugly mug, contorted into a strange sort of feral grin.

"Why the hell didn't you just -"

The piece in his hand disappeared, once cooled beneath the pattering rain, and he rolled his head back at me exasperated.

"How the hell else was I gonna get you out of my office? Take a hike, Oak, you're the bait?"

I took it all back. The fringes of thoughts that had just barely begun to pass through my mind, every mislead syllable of a word that had begun to come to his defense.

Stay out of trouble, kid.

F--- you, Sam.

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(I didn't want to take that one as much as I wanted to because I knew it was going to be a little lengthy but... Sorry! Lets keep it moving!)

PROMPT: Walking down the street, a stranger stops your character and asks them to tell them a story. How do they react? Do they oblige, do they run? If not...what kind of story do they tell?