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Prompt of the Day: Home Now Foreign

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This prompt was inspired by my trip back to my hometown. I still know that town inside and out but a part of me now feels like an outsider. I’ve been outside the small town I grew up in, explored new cities, met new people… and now my small town doesn’t feel like my town anymore… is that weird?

Has anyone else felt that before? Let me know in the comments below. 🙂

Prompt of the day: Where are we going?

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This prompt was inspired by the relationship between Norma Bates and Alex Romero in season 5 of Bates Motel – on Netflix. I loved these two and the chemistry they had from the start of the series all the way to the end.

If you haven’t watched Bate’s Motel I highly recommend it. Not only does it stay true to the Psycho (by Robert Bloch) lore but it gives you a better understanding on the characters prior to the book’s story. Also, after watching Bate Motel and following it with watching Psycho you fell more engaged in the story, (just my own opinion).

If you love psychological horror with a good mix of murder mystery Bates Motel is a series to watch. 🙂

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Prompt of the day: She’s my best friend.

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His fingers gripped tighter to the edge of the bed. He appreciated that Gornard worried about him but with all his questions it felt his concern was more like an interrogation. They were both responsible for keeping Liora safe. Gornard was her personal guard, and she had placed him as the Commander of her men. He respected her talents and intelligence. She had come a long way from her humble beginnings as a Morzi student to the Master Healer of her people.

“She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed,” Revris mustered out the words. They sounded more bitter than he had planned. Bitter about her choice in her current lover not for the fact they were friends.

Revris looked up, hearing Gornard snort at the reply. Something about what he had said amused him.

“It’s clear yar feelin’s for her has.” The large man settled himself in the chair across from the bed.

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Daily Prompt: I hate that guy

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“I hate that guy!” Revris shouted, throwing his glove against the wall. He had held his tongue and his patience for the sake of not making a scene.

Gornard leaned against the wall, watching his God-brother stewing after the snarky remark Cael had made in the hall. The Northern Prince may have been accepting of Liora but after his experience on the front lines against the southern soldiers, Cael wasn’t so pleasant to others of the southern lands. Revris wasn’t like the other snakes Gornard had met. He kept to himself and rarely spoke to anyone outside the Six unless he had to.

“No, what yah’re feelin’ is jealousy, not hatred. There’s a difference.” Gornard grumbled, watching the man throw his second glove against the wall before sinking into the mattress at the end of his bed.

“Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous?” Revris snipped, pulling off his boots and kicking them across the room. “I have nothing to be jealous about.”

“That there is bullshit and yah know it.” Gornard smirked, shaking his head at noticing Revris’s amber eyes narrow at the tone of his cocky retort.

Upcoming Writing Prompt Week

Hello World Out There World!

As April approaches so does my first Week of Writing Prompts. For a whole week (next week – April 1st-8th) I will be posting a writing prompt each day. These prompts could be related to upcoming books, inspired from shows/books, or just random thoughts that have popped into my head while on the bus.

Hopefully you’ll enjoy these or find them useful/ inspiring.

For more writing prompts check out my Pinterest HERE!

Dialogue Prompt: Trust You with Patients

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Liora stopped in mid-step when she heard someone call her attention down the hall behind her. She turned half expecting to find Caldor scuttling to keep up, but there was another Chijin healer desiring her attention. The stout little man with the thick white curls resembling a cotton ball atop his head shuffled towards her. His eyes narrowed, peering over her wired lenses.

“Oldswick,” she tried to fain surprise, although she was expecting the old man would come hunt her down. She knew why he was looking for her, and she understood that he wasn’t going to be in a pleasant mood. “How are you?”

“Master Oldswick to you prospect, and I am not in much of a jovial mood at the moment.” He crossed his arms, taking a deep breath through his pig like nose. “You may know why.”

“I didn’t make it to volunteer with you yesterday,” Liora muttered. “I have a good excuse – the Empress wished for me to-”

“I don’t care. How I am supposed to permit you to take the entrance exams for full membership if you cannot put the time in to volunteer?” Oldswick scoffed. “I allowed you to become a prospect because of your grandmother but if you aren’t going to take this path seriously there are many others more willing to take your place.”

“No, I’m serious! I’m sorry… I just have so much on my plate right now and-”

“Lady Morza, I do not care. What I care about is your work with the Fellowship,” he adjusted his glasses to sit higher up his nose. “When you can’t even find the time to volunteer as a prospect, do you think I can trust you with a patient?”

Liora shook her head no. She wasn’t going to correct him with using her city as her last name. Morzi didn’t have last names but again, La’reen wasn’t Morza and they had their way of doing things. She had to accept that and deal with everything on her own. Oldswick wasn’t understanding like her other instructors, but she still had to stay on his good side if she was to follow in her grandmother’s footsteps.

“I’m sorry, Master Oldswick. I promise it won’t happen again.”

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