Here are the prompts selected by last week's winner, and this week's judge, @TinsleyWarren:
Remember to check the rules.
Have your 100 - 200 words submitted by 12:00am Friday, August 2, US EDST.
We want anything and everything: poetry, prose, fanfic, OF.
JUST GET WRITING!
Leave your entry as a comment - include your word count, and your twitter handle if you have one.
Probably good practice to reference any source material, too.
FYI - entries that exceed (or are under) the word limits will not be considered by the judge.
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@twilllly
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If I don’t move, he can’t either.
As long as I hold on, he’s still here.
I’ll hold on forever.
I’ll hold on and his parents won’t make him get in that car.
They won’t drive him three thousand miles away and put him in another school.
They won’t have to keep their promise that we can chat and skpe.
They won’t have to bargain with spring break trips and summer visits.
If I hold on, we’ll still be here, together.
We’ll still touch.
We’ll still steal kisses.
We’ll still be able to hold each other.
“It’s time to get in the car, son.”
He nods. Unshed tears well in his eyes as his dad pulls him away.
The tips of his fingers slip through mine.
I can’t watch and I can’t turn away.
I can’t keep up with the shrinking car in the distance.
I can’t breathe.
@jacndaniel
ReplyDeleteword count: 100
He’s held my hand a million times before, but this time it’s different.
I didn’t know it would feel like this, like flying.
We both feel it. The love, the joy, the fear…
They’re all there in one perfect and beautiful package.
A package that now sparkles on my finger.
Four words, four tiny words, and I’m a brand new me.
I’m one half of something greater, something bigger than me.
Who knew that one question change everything?
I didn’t, but I do now.
Now I know that an even smaller answer seals the deal.
One word, so small… yes.
Time drifts slowly, and the clouds hover.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if tomorrow will be different, if I will be different. Feel different.
I look over and see you. You’re all smiles and carefree.
I hope some of that rubs off on me, because today I’m scared.
My palms are sweaty and my nerves are shot.
“It’s gonna be okay,” you say.
Oh to be so sure. But I smile at your smile.
And I have hope.
Maybe, just maybe it will be.
“Ready?” you ask as you loop my pinky with yours.
“I am.” I reply. I’m feeling sure about today. About this moment we’re about to share.
We listen to his words.
“I do,” you say.
“I do,” I repeat.
Rings.
A kiss.
Then forever begins…
forgot the header...oops!
Delete@Deebelle1
Word Count:126
@MariuxitaR
ReplyDeleteWord Count: 200
You wake me up, telling it’s time.
You wrap me in the warmest coat you can find.
The scarf around my head is warm as well.
You push the door open, the coast is clear.
We take the stairs quickly, knowing the people downstairs won’t approve of what we’re doing.
We don’t care; we still have so much to do.
It’s our fault, really. For every item we cross, three more are added.
It gives us an excuse to look forward to tomorrow.
Like now, here on this roof, watching the sky turn from purple to red.
You stand next to me; your hand softly touches mine.
My pinky hooks yours.
I see you smile.
You don’t let go until the sun is all the way up.
We go back to my room.
You cross one item of my list, but I notice you cross two on yours.
I steal your list and read the second item you crossed.
The one that’s not on my list.
-I want to make her smile.
Tears blur my vision and I don’t know what to say.
So I help you cross the other item listed below.
-I want to kiss her sweet lips.
@jcat5507
ReplyDeleteWord Count: 117
The sun sets on a long day.
I don’t remember much after breakfast. Maybe I just don’t want to.
Toast and jelly. Orange juice.
Carefully braided hair. Freshly pressed dress.
Tissues stuffed in my purse.
A short walk to the church.
A few thank yous and awkward hugs.
A kiss on the cheek. A thumb wipes away a tear.
A finger that holds on.
This wakes me from my daze.
I blink and see your eyes.
Crisp brown, weighed down with worry.
A short walk to the service.
More condolences.
Friends and family leave their separate ways.
I stay. I’m frozen. Mind numb.
Then I feel it again.
A finger that holds on.
Everything will be okay.
Word count: 200 @midnightsun1901
ReplyDeleteI was there when you met her.
I was there when you smiled.
I was there when you first talked to her.
When you asked me if I liked her, I lied.
She's as perfect as the sun.
As mysterious as the moon.
Her body slender, her eyes azure.
It wasn't a surprise that you wanted to see her again soon.
I understand the draw.
I'm not blind.
I don't blame you.
I just wish you'd be kind.
I'm slow.
She's witty.
I'm plain.
She's pretty.
You used to tell me everything.
I was your best friend.
She took my place.
She's your lover and companion instead.
The whole time you didn't notice anything was amiss.
When you did ask, it was much too late.
The tears had already been shed.
My fragile heart had already been shattered.
I'm much better off dead.
All dreams that we were meant to be.
All hopes each day.
All efforts and prayers given.
Fading away with every word that you say.
I can't take it, the words I've kept buried escape
Your reaction, it baffles me, consumes my throat with bile.
Your eyes widen...you're lost for words.
But then you begin to smile.
Link to flashes: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9433145/1/Flashfics
ReplyDelete@lellabeth
200 words
Our love is effervescent.
It bubbles and boils inside my stomach,
And when our lips meet,
It sets off a chemical reaction,
Your adoration purely exothermic when it’s released.
And when your finger twines around mine,
The smallest brush of skin,
Like an artist’s tools kissing a canvas,
Your body heat paints me with colour.
I was scared of you, of this and of us,
So frightened of living I forgot how it felt to be alive,
So terrified of failing that I was too scared to try.
I floated through life, drifting and dreamy,
Hoping that one day I would find an anchor,
To give me ties to bind me to the earth,
To stop me spiraling out of reach.
But then there was you,
Your orbit and mine colliding until we were the moon and the stars,
And all the gaps in between,
Now, my gravitational pull belongs to the Earth no more.
As your palm slides into mine,
Soft skin meeting guitar-callused fingertips,
The abrasion is enough to remind me that I’m here,
In a physical world, still inside my body.
That seems hard to believe these days,
Because to be with you is to see heaven.
@Twilightladies1
ReplyDeleteWord Count - 185
It started with a simple smile. You were giggling with a bunch of your girlfriends when you caught my eye from across the cafeteria. I couldn’t look away.
From that day, I was yours.
You just didn’t know it.
We shared numerous classes together and over time our friendship blossomed.
As months passed, being just your friend wasn’t enough for me.
Thankfully, it wasn’t enough for you either.
It took me a whole year to work up the courage to ask you on a date, and another three dates before I had the confidence to kiss you.
I was sure my heart would pound out my chest. I needn’t have worried. You held me close, as your lips moved eagerly against mine.
Here we are years later, watching our youngest get married.
Her husband looks at her the way I look at you, so I know I don’t need to worry.
He’ll take care of her. He’ll love her.
You link your fingers with mine, leading me to the dance floor.
As your body fits against mine, I still feel like that high school boy.
Word count: 200 words, on the nose
ReplyDeleteTwitter handle: @AnnaLund2011
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Your fingers leave mine; I am adrift.
Where did you go? I am left behind, stumbling, staggering. Alone. Never more alone than when losing a parent, someone who has been there your whole life.
The scariest thing is that I won’t see you again, and my mind reels, fights the pain, and tries to trick me into thinking that I’m exaggerating as usual.
But I am not.
You are not letting me back in, are you?
I turn around, and walk away, leaving the laptop and my calendar; my old, battered walking shoes get stringed and tied, and I am off.
Two years later, I am still walking, still wondering, still wanting to go home, but never actually making it back.
There was pain in the walking away.
But there is more in going back.
You threw me away. After loving me my whole life, you threw me away.
Over something as silly as whom I may or may not be in love with.
You lose at parenting.
Zero points overall.
I am still looking for my pack. But you? You threw away your greatest fan, your support in old age, your finest creation.
You threw away your own child.
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@everydaybella89
ReplyDeletewords: 173
I watched him swallow.
The cliff seemed bigger than I remembered. I knew we couldn’t get hurt. We were vampires, after all. It was more the rush of emotions and memories that accompanied the space.
The last time I had stood here, I had been lost, lonely, and trying to find the man at my side.
This was nothing like that. I had a happy life—a husband, a daughter, a life filled with warmth and love. Yet here we stood, on the edge of a cliff we had come so close to losing everything on.
“Are you sure you have to do this, Bella?” Edward asked. It was the first time in a long time that I heard him scared. He had his own demons to face here. He had thought me dead after I fell. That left a scar on him as much it had on me.
I nodded; this was as much for him as was for me. We needed to face this.
He grabbed my hand and we jumped.
Twitter handle: @sri_ffn
ReplyDeleteWord count: 198
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“Look at her, she still looks so frail.”
“She’ll be fine; you have to stop walking on eggshells around her.”
“You don’t understand-“
“I understand just fine. Don’t tell me I don’t just because you don’t consider her my daughter doesn’t mean I don’t consider her mine.”
“No, no – I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Doesn’t even matter anymore, just trust me for this once and do it.”
When I had this conversation with him, I never knew it would change my life. I was stuck in a self created limbo with my daughter. I lost her three years back, and she didn’t come back whole. We found her on a pathway curled up like a snail in a shell, shaking like a leaf and recoiling at any physical contact.
I couldn’t touch my daughter, not even graze past her. I have craved feeling her soft skin against mine. Oh how I have craved.
I never knew pinky promises were so significant. Who knew it would only take a pinky promise to protect her and never lose her again that would gift me her touch. Linking her pinky with mine, she sealed that promise. She gave me everything.
~~End~~
Twitter: @hummingbirdFF
ReplyDeleteWord count: 195
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I detest the smell.
It reeks of medicine and sickness.
And death.
When I was very young, maybe six, my parents had forced me to visit my dying grandmother. That one day has forever tainted my memories of warm knitted sweaters and fresh ginger cookies and sunshine. I swore right then to never set foot in such a place ever again.
Yet that smell is once again invading my senses and curling my nose in disgust.
Once I step out of the elevator, I take a deep breath. To any sane person this would seem counter-productive, but it serves to clear my mind.
I focus my energy on you. Your face. Your needs. Your love.
I put a soft smile on my face and step into your room.
The way your face lights up makes every step I take in this place, every single day, worthwhile.
“Hey, sissa. What have you got for me today?”
“Some new books and music. No sweets for you yet, missy, but I promise those will come again soon.”
You pout and stick out your left hand to me.
“Pinky promise?”
I grab your pinky finger with mine.
“Pinky promise.”
~~~
@QuinnSkylark
ReplyDeleteWords: 168
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He's terrified of Daddy. Of course, he'd never admit it to me, but I know it for certain. That's why I was so surprised to see him here, asking to take a walk with me. I was even more surprised when Daddy acquiesced so quickly. His only stipulation was that Edward not lay a hand on me.
And now, here we are, walking in the twilight. He's speaking softly of the house he'd like to build for us, and the kids he'd like us to fill it up with. I feel the blush flaming my cheeks.
"You're so lovely, Isabella," he says softly.
I feel something brush my hand and glance down. His pinky wraps around mine. I look around, frantically searching to make sure Daddy can't see.
"He said I can't lay a hand on you," Edward says with a brilliant smirk gracing his lips. "He never mentioned anything about a finger." With a smile, I hold on tighter. Together, we continue on into our forever.
Pinkcookie (PM me at www.fanfiction.net/Pinkcookie)
ReplyDelete200 words
A tale as old as time…only not in a Beauty and the Beast kind of way. Nope, this is more the old triangle kind of tale. So, Edward’s really cheating on me. I knew as soon as Bella (stupid deer-caught-in-headlights) moved here that things had changed. But, I had to be sure.
The guy at the spy store in Seattle was right. This antenna thingy worked for miles. I could hear every sickening word he whispered to her. And the huge binoculars made them seem like they were standing right next to me.
I watched and listened to him as he murmured how he couldn’t read her and how special she is…blah, blah, blah. The same crap he said to me last month.
I dialed her cell. “Bella! Angela and I had a huge fight,” I fake sobbed. “Please, can you come over so we can talk?”
I watched as they parted, their hands slowly separating until only their pinkies remained entwined, silhouetted in the twilight.
I was about to do something really scary… I was going to out Edward Cullen as a cheating vampire.
No one puts Jessica in a corner! Seems I am full of movie references today!
Word count: 185 per GDocs
ReplyDelete@sandyquill
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Her eyes focused on something I couldn't even see. "I'm scared."
“I’m right here with you,” I murmured over her head.
“Pinky swear?” she whispered, just as she had when we were children. Her voice was soft, almost ethereal.
I moved my hands down her arms, her skin soft under my calluses, and hooked both her pinkies with both of mine. “Pinky swear.” I didn’t feel foolish saying these words, though they were childish. Something about her made the old vow timeless.
She nodded in a jerky way and turned to lean on the IV “tree” that the hospital gave her so she could walk a little while still being medicated. Pain froze her limbs, her face contorting with her agony.
Guilt seared me. Still. . . “One more lap, sweetheart.”
“It hurts.”
“I know, but it will all be over soon.”
The pains came, again and again, until she could bear her own weight no longer. At length, she had to lay down. In between contractions, she latched on to my hand with her own.
“I’m here. Pinky swear.”
Our daughter was born with the dawn.
twitter: @bigblueboat
ReplyDeleteword count: 183
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I look in at the ten month old sleeping peacefully in the hospital crib, her purple cast a stark contrast to the white sheet it is laying on.
I was supposed to be the cool aunt. The one with the wacky ideas. The one who provides the first set of finger paints and the first pair of drumsticks. The one who returned the kids hopped up on sugar and covered in dirt at the end of a long day.
A little hand grasps my pinky, pulling me away from the view. When he notices he has my attention he asks, “Can we go home now?”
I take a deep breath and figure they wouldn't have left me this task if they didn't believe I wasn't up for it. “Why don’t we go find a doctor and see if we can bring your sister with us?”
It was bad enough when I was orphaned at fourteen and he had to raise me. I never thought I’d be in a position where I’d have to return the favor to my brother with his own kids.
@SerendipitousMC
ReplyDeleteWord count: 198
I *try* to do it each day, but I don’t always succeed. There is always so much that demands my attention.
Of course, the things I do for me often take a back seat to everything else. I’m lucky I have a few moments to floss my teeth.
Or so I tell myself.
If it’s that important, why don’t I consistently make time for it?
But then, when I do, I’m constantly interrupted by my family. What is it about “mom time” that’s like a signal that says, “Sure, go ahead and bother me!”?
I need to stand firm with them or they’ll never take me seriously when I’m working like this. First, though, I guess *I* need to take it seriously.
Which means pushing myself and dealing with all of it, including the highs and lows – the parts that are so much harder to give birth to, along with the times it flows like the best of dreams.
Eleanor, is it okay if I do the same thing every day that scares me?
*sits in front of PC, puts Do Not Disturb sign on doorknob*
*takes a deep breath*
I am a writer.
I am a writer.
Twitter: @hummingbirdFF
ReplyDeleteWord count: 104
**A special thank you to @bigblueboat
for helping me with this one <3
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It was the most incredible moment.
Two tiny, little silhouettes appeared on the screen.
Two tiny, little heartbeats raced across the room, almost perfectly in sync.
Two tiny, little miracles. Our miracles.
We watched as two tiny, little bodies lay facing each other, their tiny little fists appearing to be so close together that you could almost envision the two little girls making a pinky promise in the future.
We had framed that beautiful image and hung it on our nursery wall.
Never, not even in our worst nightmares, had we imagined that that beautiful memento would hang over only one tiny, little crib.
~~~
@sulliedsoles
ReplyDeletehttp://www.fanfiction.net/u/4889580/
Words: 198
I thought the phone call would be the worst part.
His reaction was violent. He made this inhuman noise - visceral and deep. I can still hear it. I can still see his rock solid body crumpled on the floor, his skin so drained it turned translucent and revealed fragile backbones and ribs.
Then he disappeared into the bathroom, vomiting between bone-wracking sobs.
Sounds I'll never forget.
I was wrong. The phone call was hard, but this is harder. The sunset is so beautiful it hurts, and I send a silent string of profanity toward heaven for mocking us like this. I question if there's a God at all.
We're standing in the hospital parking lot, facing sterile pale bricks. He's motionless, like if he doesn't go in, this won't be real. But he's the only one who can identify the body.
I don't know what to do, but I take a deep breath. I steel my nerves, because one of us has to, and he's incapable. Inside I'm cracked and crumbling, but I reach out a shaking pinky finger and loop it through his. He doesn't look at me, but he follows each step, headfirst into reality.
@sulliedsoles
ReplyDeletehttp://www.fanfiction.net/u/4889580/
Words: 195
I'm questioning choices now. I'm cornered and backpedaling. I remind myself: Once in a lifetime opportunity.
Bella's putting on a brave face, but she's never been a good actress. I can read her, and she's terrified.
So am I.
"It's only a summer," she whispers. I wonder if she means for me to hear.
I lift overstuffed bags, crisscrossing straps so I have one free arm. Her expression goes from sorrow to empty acceptance.
My heart splinters. I know it won't recover until I'm on the same soil as she is again.
I want to back out, to have one last summer together before college. I want to cancel this fucking flight.
Instead, I hug her quickly. Before I walk away, she grabs my hand and pulls me back, holding me tighter than I thought possible.
"I love you I love you I love you," she repeats into my ear.
Bella drifts, our bodies losing contact until it's just our hands. She removes her fingers one by one, clinging when her smallest finger grips mine, giving me one more sad smile. Then she's gone, leaving me standing outside the airport, the sunrise at my back.
twitter: @bigblueboat
ReplyDeleteword count: 200
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Every day I would see them throw her into the lockers. The words whispered behind her back were more vicious.
Nobody stepped in to check on her. They turned away, hoping they wouldn’t be the next target.
It was the end of my second week there. I knew I had to stop it. If someone didn’t soon, she wouldn’t survive the year.
On Friday morning I run into her brother, asking him if she showed today.
“Yeah, she was with me when I parked.”
I head to the lot, praying she’s killing time in the car. Instead, I see her perched on a branch overhanging the street. Before she can take that final leap, I run into the stream of cars, halting them. She didn’t see me in time and jumps anyway. Luck was on my side; I managed to break her fall, only bruising my ass.
“Can we move out of the traffic?”
Without answering, she pushes off, forcing her blond hair behind her ears. Her purple eyes glaring at me.
“Who are you? Why do you even care what happens?” The words are spat, each syllable more venomous than the last.
“I’m Emmett, your new bodyguard and friend.”
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ReplyDelete@GeekChic12FF
ReplyDeleteWord count: 200
Every sound seems magnified.
Every click of a seatbelt.
Every slam of an overhead bin.
Every cough and chuckle.
My fingers clutch the armrests through the entire flight as sweat beads on my forehead and neck.
I can barely acknowledge the flight attendant when she asks, "Peanuts or pretzels?".
Landing just about kills me.
The whole exiting process is torture.
But then I see you standing there, waiting for me, bouncing on your toes a little. Your head swivels relentlessly, searching the crowd for me, and I ache for you, the few yards left between us seemingly never-ending.
And once I have you in my arms, I know I'd go through it all a million times over to be able to feel you against me. To be able to kiss that beautiful smile right off your lips and wipe away your happy tears with my own fingers.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Edward," you say, breathless and giggling, after I've kissed you senseless.
Flying two thousand miles to meet you was the scariest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
But this is right where I’m meant to be.
I’d face my fears again and again.
Every single day.
For you.
@ChocoMG2112
ReplyDeleteWord count: 199
She killed me.
The beautiful, dark angel of my life killed me. She had said it was the only way, but I thought she was toying with me.
“Do you want to try something that scares you?” she crooned as her breath tickled my ear. My eyes closed in bliss as I felt myself harden yet again. I was desperate to sink my flesh deep into hers. I needed to hear scream in bliss.
I gazed, uncomprehending, at the luxurious, draped and canopied bed we had shared over and over.
The bed we shared by candlelight and surrounded by rapturous love.
Every day for a month and in blatant defiance of my vows, we loved, fucked and feasted on each other until we were spent, but utterly filled with a sense of being complete and at peace. This raven-haired beauty, whose blue eyes almost matched mine, had captured my heart and soul.
Now, my body was sprawled naked upon a canvas of crimson, blood-drenched sheets. My dead, vacant eyes stared unseeing.
“No! It was not supposed to happen like this!” she screamed in anguish as her body covered mine. “You promised me!”
Her bloodied dagger fell to the floor.
@boomboom_jones
ReplyDeleteWord Count: 200
She’d made a bucket list, even though she knew she had decades of life before her. Must’ve been a mile long. Skydiving, travel, hug a stranger who might’ve needed one. She was determined to cross off each item with fervor, especially the things that scared her.
Being alone was one of the more frightening notions.
She rented a cabin for one night, number fifteen on her long list. In the late afternoon, no matter the chill in the air or the near setting sun that shone orange over the lake, she padded down the steep hill toward the water’s edge. Fallen leaves crunched beneath her feet, unseen birds chirped, wind whispered between trees.
It would’ve been perfect to share this with someone.
No, this was only for her.
Her skin broke out in goosebumps the moment she shed her sweater, then her jeans. Quick and surprising, she sucked in a breath once she stepped in. She dove forward, her teeth chattering. She laughed to herself.
Tonight wouldn’t be so bad. She’d brought a book to read. She had a bottle of wine.
All this time wasted over a trivial fear!
But she wasn’t alone. Not since she hugged that stranger.
Lying on my stomach as I flipped through my scrapbook, I drifted into a daydream about the boy in the pictures.
ReplyDeleteI imagined myself going through my closet and getting ready for the last Saturday before school started. Plans included a bonfire with friends out in the country, and fireworks at the end of the day. During the evening, we played games, and I ended up being paired with the boy I had a crush on. We sat beside each other as we worked to solve the puzzle. There were times when his knee would bump into mine, causing me to blush. After the game, we went for a walk, where I told him how I felt. Amazingly, he felt the same way. As we walked back to our friends, our hands brushed against each other, and our pinkies linked.
I woke up then, smiled and wished my dream would come true. I got ready to go, determined to follow through. Before I left my room, I read a quote by Eleanor Roosevelt I had taped to the wall beside the door giving me one last bit of courage: Do one thing every day that scares you.
@LouiseClark75
197 words
@femme_mal
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“I’m so glad we had a great afternoon on the water. You’re a pretty good sailor.” He stood and offered his left hand to her to help her up to her feet. His grip was warm and firm until he released her hand, clinging to her only by his pinky. He leaned in and placed a soft, teasing peck at the corner of her mouth.
Clear brown eyes widened with surprise as gently arched eyebrows rose toward her hairline. Her mouth sagged open just a bit, her lips trembled. She could say nothing, gazing back into his eyes, feeling scared yet moved.
"And it looks like it will be a great evening, too." He smiled more widely as he pulled her by their joined pinky fingers down the deck stairs and away over the dune.
"Yes, red sky at night, a sailor’s delight," she said softly, looking from the dark water toward tree line along the beach. Her knees were shaking; once again, her powers of sentient speech had failed her in his presence.
This summer was going to rock her world, she thought, not yet ready to admit to herself that he’d already rocked it and hard.