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Monday Writing Prompt: Feed off People

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He looked over the glass vials and jars that filled her kitchen cabinets. If it wasn’t for the labels the kitchen would be like anyone else he knew. The Goblin Ears and Kitten Tongues that were stored right next to the Sriracha, though was hard to ignore. Although, from everything he had experienced and from what he had learnt from listening to her, Jaya wasn’t one to eat these things.

“I thought you fed on people,” Royce turned, catching the woman glance over her shoulder before going back to making him a cup of tea.

“I don’t feed off people… that’s barbaric. It is their inspiration that satisfies my hunger now-a-days,” she passed him the China cup. The gold trim around the lip of the cup and the delicate flower pattern was beautiful.

“Isn’t their inspiration still part of them?”

“Sure, but it isn’t something a person has to live on like blood or a heart… inspiration is more like a part they secrete like body odor.”

“Delightful…” Royce tried not to turn up his lip at that comparison but the tone of his voice eluded his control.

Jaya chuckled, settling down on the stool near the corner of the kitchen. Her head pressed against the wall as she rested her hands in her lap. He had thought she was going to make herself some tea but then again what was someone who didn’t need to eat human food do with a cut of steaming liquid?

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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.

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