Super Power Prompt.

You wake up one day with an unusual super power that seems pretty worthless—until you are caught in a situation that requires that specific “talent.”

Everyone dreams of one day getting a superpower the power to fly perhaps?

The ability of super strength or to read minds. Those kind of fun things.

On the day before my twenty-first birthday my uncle pulls me aside and explains to me that our family has a secret.
On our twenty-first birthday we develop a super power.
So though a part of me doubted him another part was excited.

My power? The power to cry how lame is that ?

Now I am sure you have met girls who tear up at will .
But in a instant I could cry not just tears I mean really cry .
And no one could doubt my tears not even my family .
So maybe you think I used it to get my way with people ,well I didn't .
That's just not me so this superpower went on a mental shelf collecting dust.

Until that fateful night when a customer at my hated retail job made me snap .

It had been a long day at the customer service desk and just as I'm ready to shut it down this red head lady walks up to the desk .

She is wearing a expensive dress and bright red high heels, early thirty's I assume .

She is the kind you know the type that goes around with the air of I am too good to shop here, and you must be stupid cause you work here .

"Sorry we are closed. " I say.

"I really need this done and its 9:56 pm, still time till you close. “She says .

I bite my lip " Fine what do you need ? "

"I need to return this mp3 player and I want cash back ." She says.

I raise a eyebrow "Do you have a receipt? "

"Well of course not who keeps those! " She exclaims .

"Well then I can't help you maybe we can exchange it for the same one." I say .

"That won't do I need the cash. " She says .

"Sorry I can't help you then. " I say .

"Listen you redneck,good for nothing just do your job . " She says.

"Would you like to talk to a manger ? " I suggest .

She proceeds to tell the manger how I have been nothing but rude to her .

He says sorry but I am right without a receipt we cannot give her the cash .

You think she would leave then but oh no. I shut down the area the whole time she watches me whispering comments.
I try my best to ignore it soon I can go home .

I take my time going to the back and clocking out . I buy a simple tv dinner and head out the door .

As I start to put the key in my car door she approaches me .
"I won’t forget your rudeness . " She says .
"Please step away I am off the clock." I say .
"You know what's wrong with you people . " She says pointing her finger in my chest.

"Look lady , I don't care so back off . " I say .

She tilts her head "Or you will what ? Hide behind another manger?" She taunts me and pushes me lightly .

I reach in my purse and pull out a pistol "Or I will shoot. " I say.

She backs up a step and I thought I could get back to my life .
But that lady just laughs and laughs and once again pushes me a little harder. "Quit." I growl .

"I dare you . " She says .
"Excuse me ? " I ask.
"I dare you to shoot me ." She chuckles.

I shrug and unlock my car door that should have been it but no she grabs my keys and dangles them high up .
"Give me my keys back! " I demand .
"No." She says .

I don't even blink I shoot her in the head and she dies.
I grab my keys and smile serves her right.
Then reality hits me mangers dash towards with having heard the shot.

"What happened? " He asks.
I drop my gun and cry .
He wraps his arm around me "It will be ok ." He says .
I nod and whisper "She tried to kill me . " I lie .
He does not doubt me .

The police ask for me to tell them again what happen.
And then I cry so much they become uncomfortable in their chairs.
I tell them the same thing between sobs and they believe me .

They find me a great lawyer not that I needed him on the stand I cry with a simple blink .
As I stand to hear my charges I hold my breath.
The judge reads the verdict "Not guilty."

And one last time I cry.

Picture Prompt.

A picture on your mantle unexpectedly falls and crashes to the floor. As you go to pick it up, you notice a note hidden behind the picture. The message is from the future—and written by you. It instructs you to do something important. What does it say?

I sit by the fire enjoying the warmth of the fire place.
Outside the wind howls bringing with it colder temperatures.
I stoke the fire and get lost in the beauty of the flames.
As I stand to go get another glass of cocoa I hear something fall .

I take my time stirring my cocoa making sure to pile on the marshmallows.
I sip my cocoa as I walk around the picture.
How strange I think and pick up the picture of a forest.

It came with the cabin and it looked so nice on the mantle that I had decided to keep it .
I inspect it thankfully no broken glass the back just had slipped off.

I start to put the back on then a piece of paper falls to the floor.
Strangely from a quick look it looks like my hand writing.

“To : Myself . “

My heart starts to race as I pick up the letter delicately.

“Dear Myself . This is a letter from your future self I know this is hard to believe. “

“But if you’re reading this you don’t have much time left you must trust me. “
“Any moment now you will get a knock at the door ..”

I pause as I hear a loud pounding on the door .
Who would dare knock in the middle of the night?
Wait ? What the letter said I would hear knocking on the door.
I hurry to read the rest .

“Whatever you do if you value your life do not open the door . “

“Run !!!”

I stare at the letter with disbelief as a man yells “Hello anyone home ? “

“Don’t be an idiot run now !! “ The letter reads .

My eyes widen as the stranger jiggles the knob.
I look down at the letter my hands shaking the last line simply says:
“Please . “

The door begins to shake it was easy to tell whoever it is not here for a cup of sugar.

I run to the back door taking care to open it quietly.
I quickly look to my left and right no one is there.
I hear voices inside the cabin and I take off running no matter that I am barefoot.

Every twig feels like small knifes in my feet.
A distant shouting seems to be coming my way .
I push the wind with all my might as he closes in .

The faster I run the slower I feel I am going. Like trying to reach the end of a never ending tunnel.
“Just give it up . “ A man mocks .

I break away from the path and hide behind a tree .
The branches dig into my skin as the cold air torments my bare skin .

“ Come out where ever you are ..” The man calls only a few feet away from me .

I hold my breath as tears run down my face .
What the hell is going on ?
Why am I running ?

I wait in the stillness till the man walks away finally I exhale.

A icy hand grabs my wrist as he hisses in my ear “Found you . “ the man says with delight .

I try to escape his grasp but he chuckles and grabs my other wrist and presses me against the tree.

His cloak falls away from his face as the moon shines down on him .

I gasp “ My what big ears you have ..”

“All the better to hear you with my dear ..” He says grinning .

Under the moonlight his human face fades away.

“ My what big eyes you have ..” I say my voice shaking .

“All the better to see you with my dear . “ He growls .

The wolf opens his mouth breathing down my neck .

“My what big teeth you have. “ I say crying .

He chuckles “All the better to eat you with .”

“Please no ..” I beg .

The wolf leans in and smells my neck and licks his mouth in delight.

He laughs “Maybe if you beg more .”

“Please let me go ..” I cry .

“Never .” The wolf growls and bites down on my neck .

And then the wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.

Match Writing Prompt

You come across a pack of matches that sets off a series of uncanny events. Start your story with “My mother always told me not to play with fire.” End it with “And that’s how I ended up in the middle of nowhere—naked.”

“My mother always told me not to play with fire.” I should have listened.

It all started with a pack of matches.
I watch with amusement how quickly the flame spreads taking with it my fears and pain. As I light another match I think back to my day.

It was just another cool morning as I entered the school. But as I walk to my locker I can tell something isn’t right. I am not popular in fact I am almost invisible but today the kids point and whisper.

Some jocks look my way and laugh. “Alice “they call out to me.
I pick up speed as my breath becomes shallow.

The hall seems to get smaller with each step I take.
Just what in the world is going on?

I notice some posters from the corner of my eye my gut tells me not to look but I can’t resist. My hand shakes as I rip it down my head crudely pasted on a naked woman’s figure. But what is written about me below is even worse.

What have I done to deserve such treatment?
I keep to myself in fact I haven’t even kissed a boy.

But that’s the trouble with rumors they take on a life of their own.

I suppress a scream as I approach my locker. Written in red : Bitch.” “Whore. “ “Loser. “ “Slut.”

I open the door inside it is crammed with notes.
“Die. “ One says. “Kill yourself.“Another says.

Along with some others from boys asking to “play” with me.

The room spins as I vomit on the floor.

No one comes to comfort me they look away and once again for a moment I am invisible.

I run into a bathroom stall and lock the door. Inside I silently sob trying to make sense of everything.

On the floor is a pack of matches probably left from an upperclassman.

I roll it in my hands letting my mind slip away.

The door slams as two girls enter the bathroom.

“You went too far Jane!! “ The girl yells.

“Alice has never even once looked your way.”

Jane laughs “Who cares? “

“I’m going to tell. “ The girl announces.

I watch from the slit in my stall as Jane pushes the other girl against the wall.
“Do it then. “ “I will just have tell everyone just what a bad girl you are. “

“Please don’t. “ The girl cries. “Then get out of my sight.” Jane says releasing her.

The rest of the day is a blur. Somehow I had made it home and ran to my room.

Once my parents are asleep I slip on sweat pants and hoodie and take a drive.

As I pass the park I see her and my blood starts to boil.

Life was so simple before her.

All I had to worry about was getting to school on time. I was invisible and I loved it.

No stupid click to report to. No whiny friends.
Just myself keeping my head low till I can leave this stupid town.

But she went and turned my world upside down. For what reason? Probably for her own sick amusement.

I slam on the brakes and walk up to her. I waste no time and slap her face.

She steps back stunned for only a moment.
“What was that for?” She asks anger filling her eyes.

“You know all too well! “ I yell.

She turns her to the side and smirks “It speaks. “

“I’m not “it” I’m Alice! “

“Tomorrow you’re going to tell everyone you started this rumor so I can have some peace. “

She laughs “You’re upset just over today.” “You amuse me so much. “

“Give me my life back! “ I growl as I push her to the ground.

“Never, in fact I am just getting started. “

I fall to my knees my hands shaking. This will never end I can feel it.
She will make every day a living hell.
It will taint everything.

She smirks as she leans in whispering in my ear “Slut. “

I watch as my dainty hands grab her neck. I am no longer in control as continue to choke her.

Oh how she tries to fight back but it’s pointless her face turns blue as she tries to whisper for me to stop.

Finally she is quiet as I release my hands I come back to my senses.

“Jane..” “Jane..”
She doesn’t answer. I shake her but nothing.

She is dead.

The fire starts to die down and brings me back to reality.
I throw another match on her body.

I hover near the fire but I get to close my hoodie starts to burn.

I rip it off and throw it in the fire.

The fire glows brilliantly it has a calming effect on me.

I toss the rest of my clothes in the fire as it grows I let my mind slip away.

“And that’s how I ended up in the middle of nowhere—naked.”

Writing Prompt Phobia.

Create a character that has an unusual phobia. Write a scene that causes that character to face his fear.

Dear Diary,

As you know from my past entries, I am very scared of mirrors.
Even the word sounds ominous.
I only have one mirror a tiny compact that I quickly glance at in the morning.
Sometimes it’s just too much I will not look and just hope I look ok.

I am lucky to live in a city with great bus transportation.
It started when I was young.I saw strange shadows in the corner of my eye while looking in the mirror.

Kids at my school found out and chased me around with compact mirrors since that day it only got worse.
I haven’t had many boyfriends the few I have had never understood me.

I have a boyfriend now but he doesn’t know my secret. I have been making accuses not to go on dates, afraid it won’t go well.
But tonight I must go wish me luck.
-Sue

“Are you ready? “Chris calls out.

“Yes. “ I say as I take a deep breath and walk out the door.

“I can do this. “ I whisper as I sit in his car.

I know he is worried since I can’t help but look at the floor so I don’t have to see the mirrors.

I grab his hand and he smiles. “I think you will like the restaurant. “

I make a silent wish this place isn’t full of mirrors even I deserve happiness right?

“We’re here.” He proudly announces.

I hold my breath as we walk up to the restaurant.

“Isn’t this great? “ He says pointing to the sign .

“House of Mirrors.”

I wanted to cry. Are you kidding me? Out of all the places we could have went he choose this.

“Hope you like it heard it’s hard to get a reservation. “ “I got lucky . “

“Unlucky “ I mutter under my breath .

He pulls me behind him not noticing the panic in my eyes.
All on the wall around us mirrors …mirrors. Everywhere. My reflection seems to mocking me or staring at me .

I should just run. I could just tell him then he will break up with me but I can leave this place.

“Are you ok? “ “The waitress wants your order.”

“I’m ok sorry could you just order for me?”

“Sure dear .” He says.

While we wait he talks about his work I try only to look at him.
Focusing on him helps me some I do my best to smile and nod.
But any time I look up it feels like the mirrors grow closer.

Shadows dance in the corners enjoying my pain .
By the time the food comes I am on edge I not even hungry anymore.
I take small bites and assure him its good.

The shadows grow larger they reach out for me .
I jump up “ I’m sorry .. I can’t do this . “

I run out of the restaurant and vomit.
“Sue are you ok ? “ “Are you sick ? “

I have taken all I can take I fall on my knees and cry . “Chris I am scared of mirrors. “
“They terrify me I tried my best but I just can’t take it anymore. “

I was waiting for him to laugh like the others. I was waiting for him to leave me.
Instead he pulls me into embrace gently stroking my back. “Silly you should have told me. “

“That must have been hard thank you. “

“You’re not going to leave me ? “ I ask .

“No .”

“Unless you are scared of penguins now that would be weird. “ He jokes .

“Why penguins? “

He blushes “I’m a little obsessed with them. “ “They are just so adorable. “

“Chris . “

“Yes.”

“Never take me to the zoo . “

He pauses.

“I’m serious. “ I say .

He laughs. “Deal. “

The Forest.

The Forest.

They always said to never enter the forest .But never did they give a clear reason why.

Oh there are rumors and whispers of evil lurking.
Beyond the trees little Timmy are witches so you best eat your breakfast. Susie stay close to home or the dragons will eat you.
Nothing more than stories to get the children to mind.

Ask directly and the people will close their mouths and talk about you in secret.
In fact it’s a unwritten law not to go to the forest.

But as long as I can remember I have been drawn to the forest.
At a young age of five I would sneak to the edge of the forest and just sit.
Even though I knew if I was caught I’d get in trouble I just couldn’t stay away.

How could something so beautiful be bad?
As I grew older the more I felt strange, like I wasn’t like the rest. And I think the other kids felt it as well.
No matter how friendly I was they did their best to avoid me.
With my mother and father busy with their work life became lonely.

At thirteen when my peers were getting interested in boys the more secluded I became.
I would spend hours at the edge talking to the calming breeze that flew through the trees.
To me the forest became my best friend.

It never shunned me because I was different.
It listened to all my joy and sorrows.
One day after crying my eyes out to the trees I heard my name.

“Lucy..” The wind gently howls.

My gut told me to run away.
But my heart was delighted!
Oh how lonely I have been and now it calls my name.

I walk away to make sure I wasn’t going crazy ,leaves dance around my feet and the voice howls louder “Lucy.”

I smile my dear forest is calling for me. I don’t stop to question I just run ahead into the lush forest.
Though unkempt as it is not a single branch scratches me as if it opening a path.

I walk on for hours forgetting the time as I get lost in the forest.
Whispers surround me “Lucy..” “Lucy..” . I look around but I am alone.

I become sleepy as the sky darkens I rest my head against a tree as my eyes close someone whispers in my ear“Children never go in the forest for it shows your true nature. “

As I slept I dreamed of another me.
I look up in the sky planes roar overhead.
Adults are screaming and running.
I sit on the ground rocking back and forth with my teddy bear. “Teddy it’s too loud. “ “Teddy I’m scared. “ My little hands cup my ears.

“Lucy ! “ My mother screams running towards me .
She holds me in her arms but it’s too late.
The sky turns bright as the bombs fall down.
My body twitches as I look around the town is merely dust.

I close my eyes.

I wake with a scream.
“Everything is a lie .” “I am ..we all are gone.”
I get up and look back searching for a exit. “I must go back home.”

A gust of wind surrounds me as it settles a glowing light approaches me .
“Lucy you can never go back.” “You will ruin it for everyone.”

“They should know it’s a lie, all a lie! “

“But they are happy so leave them be. “

“Fine I won’t tell them then can I go back home? “

The light moves slowly back and forth as if shaking its head “They will know by just looking at you. “

“ I’m lonely .” I say but the light just disappears.

Rocks line at my feet and the tree branches reach out for me .

“ Lucy we are here . “ “Lucy play with us ! “

I smile.

"They say never enter the forest. Don’t bother asking them why."

"Beware of the forest for it holds your true self."

Untitled fic.

This is a fiction I am working on . This is the prelude to it :) . I had a idea where I wanted to go then my friend gave me more ideas so not sure what I will do with it .

The rain hangs heavily on my shoulders. I watch with amusement as it washes the blood from my hands. This is a nightmare I tell myself. I pinch my skin until it hurts.

Just what am I ? What have I done?
The sky is dark with only the street lights glowing.

Three men lie at my feet,dead.
As I pull the sword out of a man, I find myself smiling.
I carefully rub the fresh blood away and watch my sword twinkle in the street light.

Somehow this feels refreshing but why does it ? Did I take revenge? Did I go mad?
From the moment I stabbed the first man my memory is foggy.
I started to doubt if I was ever a good person.

My heart hurts and I begin to shake “How could I ? “

As the tears begin to form something breaks inside me . I laugh.

I laugh so hard .

Why should I worry about the me I can’t remember? The sword feels so good in my hands.
I feel alive ! And I have a feeling I haven’t felt this way for a long time .

I turn to go when a strong hand pats my shoulder. “Good job girl.”
A tall handsome man looks down on me . His hair jet black ,his eyes silver . He wears a long black jacket his other hand a rests on a scythe.

Something told me to be afraid. But I did not cower, I did not shake .

I stare in awe.

“Who are you ? “ I ask .

“So you forgot? “
I shake my head yes .

“Then come .” He stretches his hand out to mine.

The old me screams in my mind. I block it out. I’m not even sure who I am but feel I must follow.
I take his hand and together we walk away.

Writer's Block Break Up Letter .

We did this prompt this week . It was more fun then I thought it would be . Very liberating .

It’s time for you and Writer’s Block to part ways. Write a letter breaking up with Writer’s Block, starting out with, “Dear Writer’s Block, it’s not you, it’s me … .”
Post your response (500 words or less)

Dear Writer’s Block,

It’s not you, it’s me.

And while staring at the screen for hours with nothing to write was fun.
I’m going to have to let you go.
But hey, don’t be sad you will always have the memories.

Late night headaches, the time I threatened to throw my keyboard, and a good game of angry birds.

Oh those were the days!
But don’t you worry about me I have a date with the hottest twins in town, Creative and Inspiration.
Unlike you they come headache free and always have good ideas to give me.

In fact I know I will be so much happier with them.
I been waiting a long time to say this but ha I am free!
Your shackles will no longer hold me down.
Don’t call me, don’t even look my way!

If our paths never cross again I will be delighted.

What’s that? I sound bitter? I have every right to be.

Take a good look at yourself no one wants you.
Even your so called “friends” talk behind your back .

Oh to be honest I lied.

It’s not me , it has always been you .

It’s been great but let’s not meet again.

Sincerely,
Me .

P.S. Your stuff makes a awesome bon fire !

Not Your Average Pet. (Writing Prompt.)

Another prompt getting a little better at word limit just went over 18 this time ^^; .

Here's the prompt .

A friend knocks on your door. Her father has had a heart attack and she must leave town immediately to visit—only problem is she needs someone to watch over her very unusual pet.

Post your response (500 words or less)

Half awake I open the door.

“Please it’s an emergency can you take care of my pet? “

I run my fingers through my messy hair “What’s going on Angie ?”

“Dad had a heart attack.” She says her voice shaking.

Tears run down her face as she looks up at me “Please you’re the only one I can trust. “

I sigh “Just what kind of pet are we talking about? “

She smiles “Good so you will help ! “

Before I could say no she drags me out of my house to her house across from me .
I begin to have second thoughts as we step into her house.

My whole being is telling me to run away.

“Angie …”

She ignores my pleading look “ Now here’s my cell only call if it’s a emergency .”

How bad can it be I tell myself it’s only a pet .

As she slips out the door she yells back “ His food is in the fridge . “ “Make sure he gets plenty!"

Curious I open the fridge and to my disgust it is filled with blood bags.
Maybe my friend is crazy this surely can’t be his food .

To calm my nerves I walk around the house searching for her pet .

“ Here kitty kitty “ “Here doggy doggy or whatever you are . “

One moment I’m calling out the next I am laid out on the floor with strong hands around my neck .

“Who are you ? “ He hisses .

I look back at the blood red eyes in amazement beside the strange eyes above me is the most handsome man I have ever seen.

“Pet sitter. “ I mumble. “Can I have my neck back please? “

He growls but lets go . “Worthless woman I told her I could manage on my own. “

“Who are you ? “ I say as I finally get my strength back.

He stands me up and looks me up and down curiously. “The pet .” he says disgusted .

He leans in and whispers into my ear “Your kind call me a vampire. “

My heart starts to beat rapidly and my hands begin to sweat. How can this be ?

“Oh I get it ! “ “This is just all a elaborate prank .” “Vampire yeah right ! “

A roar of laughter escapes my lips and I slap the man on the back .

“ Good one .”

He lifts me up with ease stopping my laughter and lays me out on the couch.
As he hoovers over me I am frozen not even a cry can escape my lips.

He whispers into my ear “Let me show how real I am. “

My eyes go wide as his fangs come out.

He lifts my finger to touch one with a gentle touch blood flows from my finger.
He smiles as he watches me become filled with fear.

“You smell delicious.” He purrs.

Slowly he leans in and sinks his fangs into my flesh .

The Cookie.

This week my friends and I did this writing prompt . This one was a real fun one to do .

I came up with five different stories to do with it . If I get time maybe I will try to do another one of this one .

Here it is .

One day you come into work and find a cookie mysteriously placed on your desk. Grateful to whoever left this anonymous cookie, you eat it. The next morning you come in and find another cookie. This continues for months until one day a different object is left–and this time there’s a note.

(500 words or less) .

I went over 28 words :/ I'm bad with staying short.

I was having a horrible day being forced to do all of my coworkers errands.

“Lazy good for nothings. “ I mutter under my breath.

As I approach my desk I sigh as I see a huge stack of paper work. I was ready to just sneak out of there when I saw a beautiful cookie left on my desk.
I look around to see if anyone is giggling. But everyone seems unaware of this cookie.
I sniff it and nibble it cautiously.

I shrug as I stuff the rest of the cookie in my mouth I mean what’s the worse that could happen it’s just a cookie.
I smile maybe there are kind people in this place.

To my surprise the next day I find another cookie. And the day after that, and so on.
Always a new flavor, always a flavor I like. After a month I couldn’t start my day without my cookie.

Several months pass the cookie is the staple to my day. I cannot even tell you how important that simple cookie meant to me. It had become like a drug to me with my cookie I could deal with anything.

Everybody would ask my secret how I could be so happy.
How could I be the same person they knew who once walked around work like a zombie and complained constantly?
And like always I smile and walk away.

On a dark dreary day a cloud of doom seems to envelop the office.
The regional manager calls us in one by one and yells at every one of us. I become jittery as he talks to me biting my lip, biding my time.

Just a little more I tell myself then your day will be ok because there will be a cookie waiting for you.
He grows tired of me as I will not speak and sends me back. I walk as fast as I can on a verge of tears.

I sigh a sigh of relief as I reach my desk.
But to my dismay there is not a cookie. And that was it the tears come out as I search franticly looking under my desk, in my trash bin everywhere.

No cookie. What have I done to not deserve my precious cookie? That cookie was my everything! Of all days why today?
I sink into my chair giving up.
As lay my head down its then that I see it a little black box and a note. Curious I open the note.

To the one I admire,

I have always been watching you. Loving you from afar.

Did you enjoy my cookies? I enjoyed watching you eat them.

I finally have the courage after several months to tell you my true feelings.

Love,
Peter.

I open the box and see a beautiful engagement ring as I open it a handsome man goes on one knee beside me.

“Will you marry me? “

“Yes.” I say with delight.

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Far off in space two gray beings watch their monitor as the scene unfolds.

“Experiment 04567 complete.” The computer announces.

The beings nod to each other.

“Experiment 04568 commencing.” The computer chirps.

GPS

Going to try do writing prompts once a week with my friend .

This week we did this one .

You had planned to attend a friend’s birthday party and plugged her address into your GPS system, but the system guided you to somewhere else. Oddly enough, there was a man waiting for you at this mysterious place. “Sorry I had to rig your GPS, but this is urgent,” said the person.

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“Sorry I had to rig your GPS, but this is urgent.” The man says.

“Who are you ? “ I ask not daring to roll down my window.

“A friend. “ He Says.

“I don’t have time for this today is my friend’s birthday party.”
“I can’t be late it’s very important.”

I look the man over he is a tall slender man wearing a nice suit . Kind brown eyes hide behind his glasses. Something about him feel’s familiar.

He sighs and looks down at me sadly . “ Fine you can leave if you can answer this question correctly .”

“That sounds fair.” I say .
“ Sarah what year is it ? “

I laugh . “2008 of course. “

The man smirks. “Sarah its 2011 now come out .”

I reluctantly get out of my car as my mind tries to process what he is saying.

He takes my hand gently into his. “You have been living a lie year after year. “ “And I can’t stand to watch anymore. “

The world around me seems to fall away as my memory comes back to me .
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“How could you? Sarah I trusted you. “Ashley screams.

“It not what you think, I just met him today. “ I say desperately trying to explain .

“Then why were you in his arms? “

“I told you I fainted and he just happened to catch me .”

“Lies , lies ,lies . “ “I thought you were my best friend. “ Ashley says as she sticks her finger into my chest.

“ I hate you ! “ She screams.

“Please let us talk this out . I would never hurt you . “ I beg her .

“I’m done talking some birthday this is turning out to be . “ Also don’t you dare come tonight. “She says and walks away leaving me in tears.

I have to make this right I tell myself as I hurry to wrap her present. I write a short note on the name card and then jump into my car.

The weather is as dark as my mood but even though it’s raining heavily I’m determined to hurry to Ashley. I reach for my phone to call her but as I do I hit a slick spot.

I try my best to regain control but all I can do is watch as I speed into another car ,the man looks up at me panic in his eyes .

And then nothingness.
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Tears fall from my eyes “No no no this can’t be true . “ “I’m dead? “

“I’m sorry Sarah but you are dead. “ He says gently pulling me into a embrace.

“Who are you ?” I ask . But as I look into his eyes I see the answer.

“I killed you. “

“It was a accident. “

I try to pull away from him but he just holds me tighter.

“It’s going to be ok.” He assures me and kisses my forehead.

“She must hate me .” I whisper.

“ You need to let her go so you can move on .” “I don’t want to watch you relive that day ever again.”

“How can I ? “ I ask as I stare at the ground.

“Follow me . “ He commands.

After a long walk we arrive at a unfamiliar house we easily go in no one notices us.

It’s a party a grand party and then I see her .

“Ashley.”

“Look Ashley there is one gift left .” Her friend says handing her a sloppy wrapped gift.

As she reads the note her face becomes pale .

“What does it say ?” Her friend asks.

“I’m sorry, I love you and will always love you . Your friend always, Sarah.”

Inside the package is a picture of us in a golden frame. Ashley hugs it tightly to her chest.

“No friend it’s me who is sorry.”

I smile and take his hand “Thank you . “

“Are you ready?”

“On one condition.”

“And what is that? “

“Tell me your name. “

He laughs “Anthony.”

Love the way you lie .

Was bored so tried this writing prompt .

Use the words from your favorite song (or the song that is stuck in your head), mix them up and write a short short story using every word.

Used Love the way you lie by Eminem ft. Rihanna .

I didn't use all the words but I used a lot of the main ones :) .

O how I love the way you lie . So shamelessly to my face.

No matter how much you try to hide it the blood stains won’t wash away from your hands.

Are you just going to stand there and watch me burn ?
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe. I can't breathe.
You smile triumphantly. Do I amuse you ?

But I will still fight while I can fight. Life is no Nintendo game.

But that's alright because I like the way it hurts. As long as I can feel I know I am alive.

I pull the knife away and push you down.

It's like I'm in flight. High of a love. Drunk from the hate.
I press the knife against your throat.
You stare at me in amusement a hearty laugh escapes your lips.

“You're the same as me.” you say .

I feel so ashamed. The knife slips from my fingers.

I love the way you lie. It's like I'm huffin' paint.
It's so insane. I'll never stoop so low again I promise myself.

“I'm leaving you.” I say firmly and turn to go .

“No you ain't.” ”Come back.” You demand.

You jump to your feet fire in your eyes. You push me back .

Are you just going to stand there and hear me cry ?

I snap . I will no longer be your victim.

“That was yesterday, yesterday is over.” “It's a different day.” I say firmly.

I pull out a gun and aim it at you heart.

“I know I'm a liar.” You say walking slowing towards me .

“Look me in the eyeball .” “ Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist at the dry wall.”

“Next time..”

“There will be no next time.” I shout back .

“Now I know we said things and did things that we didn't mean.” You apologize.

It's the rage that took over as I shot the pistol. I shake as you stare back in shock.

You ever love somebody so much that you can barely breathe?

You swore you've never hit 'em. Never do nothing to hurt 'em.

But now here you lay my love a bullet in your chest .
I turn to to go tears filling my eyes .

“Baby please come back it wasn't you.” “Baby it was me.” You cry out .

My whole being tells me to leave you there.

All I know is I love you too much. To just walk away .

I guess I don't know my own strength as I lay beside you.

“I love you . “ you tell me .

O how I love the way you lie .

I dial 911 and put the phone against your ear .

I stand and smirk. “Now you watch as I walk away.”

Your eyes trail out to the window.

“Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems. "

“Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano.” You say as you watch me go .

“Come inside.” You cry.

“No more . “ I whisper as I turn the key in the ignition . Even at the end you lie to me .

How fitting, I love the way you lie .

Writing Prompt Three.

Today is a bad day nothing seems to be going well. I sigh as I sit on the park bench.

A little girl approaches me and smiles. “Can I sit here? “

I shrug. Something about the girl’s appearance looks familiar.

“Do I know you?” I ask.

She looks into my eyes and smiles brightly “Of course you do.”

I look at her closely short brown hair, blue eyes, about age seven.

She reaches her hand out to touches my face.

A tear falls from eye as I reach out and grab her hand.

“Do you know me now? “

I nod. “How is this possible? “ I ask.

She shrugs. “Is it hard being an adult?”

“Of course it is hard.” I say.

She looks at me disappointment filling her face.

I pat her on the head “It’s not always bad.”

She crosses her arms and a scowl crosses her lips.

“I have made lots of good friends.”

“Really? “ She asks.

I nod. “I have even fallen in love. “

She blushes and giggles.

“Why are you here? “ I ask.

She looks down at the ground as she swings her legs back and forth.

“The same reason you are here. “

I stare at her blankly.

She sighs “I’m running away.”

“You shouldn’t run away. “

She rolls her eyes “Right back at you.”

“Let’s be strong then.” I say with a smile.

She nods but still looks unsure.

I wrap my arms around her small body and hug her tightly.

Relief falls over me as her tiny arms wrap around me.

“We can do it.” I promise her.

“I know.” She says with a twinkle in her eyes.

“My time is up now” She says as she stands up.

“Can I see you again? “ I ask not wanting her to go.

“Of course I’m always with you.”

“That’s right. “ I say as we both break into giggles.

As she starts to fade away I reach out for her “Goodbye Sally.”

She smiles one last time “Goodbye Sally.”

And with that my younger self disappears.