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Don’t Eat String

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This week I’m not going to write a short blur using this writing prompt but instead tell you about what inspired me to write this prompt.

About a month ago I started going to the gym and the promotion at the time when you signed up you would get a winter hat with a huge red pompom on the top. It was a nice hat, the only problem was it had the gym’s name across it and so I left it on the kitchen table.

The weekend rolls around and everything is quiet… too quiet for a house that is usually filled with two young cats par-coring off the living room furniture or trying to jump up the walls to get at the picture frames. This led me to looking for my cats, which I soon discovered were eating the strings from the pompom hat on the floor in the bedroom.

Seeing that resulted in my saying the rant above, while tug-of-waring with my two cats for the hat. I put the hat in the winter basket in the closet but still a month later I’m finding red strings around the house.

Life is never boring with pets… I’ll tell you that. XD

You’re welcome to use the prompt or share it with others – all I ask is that you link back to my blog.

Thanks. ^.^

Bring You Trouble

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“I know you care and that you’re hurting but…” he took her hand, “I know you love me too.”

He held her eyes, hands trembling in hers. She knew he was hoping for her to say those words but they wouldn’t grace her tongue. She loved him, she really did… but she was afraid.

“Being with me will only bring you trouble,” she breathed. Her eyes falling to his hands that tightened at those words. “I’m not a person who can stay in one place…”

 

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Dialogue Prompt: Sacrifice Happiness

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He leaned against the windowsill, looking out towards the city below. The cool breeze chilled his arms while he gripped the stone railing, contemplating what he had done earlier that morning. He had expected her to come by or at least say something to him about what he had done, but there he was alone like he had been every day since the Northern Prince’s arrival.

There came a knock on the door as his heart fluttered in hopes of seeing the woman appear. As it opened, and his God-brother walked in, all his excitement faded away back to the solemn numbness he had been feeling. The large man lumbered over, kicking the pile of clothes that littered the middle of the bedroom floor before settling on the edge of Revris’s bed. He said nothing, all the large man did was sit in silence and stare.

“What?” Revris growled, watching his God-brother roll his eyes and sigh. What did he do to deserve that reaction.

“If yah think yar actions this mornin’ impressed ‘er, yah’re more of an idiot than I thought.” Gornard grumbled, picking something out of his teeth before leaning back on the bed. “I just came from ‘er room. She ain’t happy wit’ yah.”

“Well… this is my fault. She’ll be happy once I go through with it. Her happiness is all that’s important to me right now.” Revris spat, turning his back to his God-brother.

“Yah’re willin’ to sacrifice yar happiness for her happiness?” Gornard stood, making his way to stand beside the man near the railing. He watched Revris’s shoulder sink, before hearing him chuckle.

“When you say it like that, it does sound silly…” He sighed, pressing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.

“Have yah thought that yar happiness is what makes her happy?” Gornard noticed the man look up with knotted brows. It appeared that thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Revris was searching Gornard’s face, as if to try and find the seriousness in the answer.

“Well… hell… I didn’t think of that…”

Dialogue Prompt: Turn Tail

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She halted in her steps just before the door, her body still like a wooden board. She turned to set her glare upon him like a challenged dog. Those eyes had been the first thing he had seen in the darkness the night before. The unnatural ice blue glow that no longer struct fear into him when he saw them glistening behind her long black hair.

“Why do you want to help? Most humans turn tail and run at this point.” She hissed, taking slow steps back to where he stood. Her hands tucked away in her baggy sweatshirt pockets, as the heel of her left combat boot dragged over the Persian rug.

“I…” he swallowed, unsure of the right answer to her question, “I… I don’t know why… I… I just feel like I need to…”

Dialogue Prompt: Three Years

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“I’ve waited three years to see her… what’s a few more hours.” Revris slid down the wall, pressing his back into the cool stone. He tightened the grip on his hands, wringing them in hopes to still his impatience.

Yes, he could wait for a few more hours but the fact was he didn’t want to. He had escaped the clutches of that mad man and found his way to his friend’s city in hopes of seeing her upon his arrival. Now, all the excitement he had gotten under control and nerves that were eroding his stoic expression were fading away with the passing minutes. He wanted to see her but time wasn’t on his side.

Dialogue Prompt: Liar & Thief

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He charged into the room, fist balled at his side, teeth grinding so hard that they could shatter. How could Argo have done that to him? How could he have told the King everything after requesting for the Shadow not to speak a word?

“How dare you!?” Revris grabbed the man by the collar of his cape, pushing him against the stone wall of the tiny office. “She told me I could trust you!”

With a quick flick of the lack to the neck of his cape, Argo slipped free of the large man’s grasp. He scurried under Revris’s arm and across the room, lifting his hands in a form of surrender in hope to lower the tension of the situation.

“Then you’re the fool for trusting a known liar and a thief,” Argo stated, hearing the angered Commander growl before charging again. With another quick dodge of a swinging fist, and a scattered scurry pinning his back to the closed door it was clear his original plan didn’t work. “He was concerned… he’s your father. I told no one else of what we spoke of – I swear!”

 

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