Here are the prompts chosen by last week's winner, @GeekChic12FF.
You may use one or both to inspire your writing.
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Have your 100 - 200 words submitted by 12:01am Friday, September 13, US EDST.
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Words: 135
ReplyDeleteTwitter: midnightsun1901
Would you hold my hand if I asked you to
Would you keep me in your embrace
How about if I told you just before you did
That today would be my very last day
Soon my hand won't be there to hold
My smile forgotten by all the world
Soon you'll be here, standing alone
Your fingers beaten, barren and curled
Waiting is a terrible curse
If you put it off, shove it to the side
Postpone the moment, let it die
Then you will lose it forever, your regrets most high
So replace the frown and frighten off the mope
Just hold my hand, and keep me close
Today may very well be our last day
But if you live in the moment, then the end won't be as bad as you say.
@moonlit__girl
ReplyDelete200 words
(Stalker)
I’m standing behind you in line but
stay about 10 back, taking care
that you don’t notice me
because I’m seeing the movie
by myself and feeling a little lame
about the whole thing.
Instead I watch you through the
backs of ten strangers,
watch you as you stand, hands
in pockets, rocking heel-toe
and looking down.
I think about walking up,
tapping your shoulder and saying
“Hello…” and then, before
you have a chance to respond, saying
“I’m quite lonely without you.”
Wouldn’t it be something to have that kind of courage?
I can’t stop watching you.
Your head moves and I realize
you’re speaking.
I watch your lips curl into a smile.
You’re talking to the girl
next to you and
for some reason it pleases me
that she’s pretty.
As I watch you pull your hand
out of your pocket, I remember
the first time we saw a movie,
how in the dark of the theater
your fingers wrapped around mine
and you promised me everything.
Wouldn’t it be something to have that kind of courage?
Now as I watch your fingers wrap around hers,
I wonder, what would you say?
“Hello. I’m quite lonely without you.”
Word count: 100 words, on the nose
ReplyDeleteTwitter handle: @AnnaLund2011
~~~~~~~~~
There is your hand, insinuating itself into mine.
My own fingers work without conscious thought, linking, holding, grasping.
There is a sigh and a drawn breath, and suddenly everything is easier. It is easier to breathe, to walk, to think, to live.
To love.
Because you are here, beside me.
And all is good. All is shiny and new and brilliant and vibrating colors.
You do that to me, you send me that kind of calm, the kind where I can just relax and lie back and just be. Be myself.
Then I wake up; I’m alone again.
As always.
~~~~~~~~~
Standing beside you, waiting to walk the stage for graduation, I realize that this is the last time we’ll do this. Since the day we started high school, it’s been you and me beside each other. I fell in love with you freshmen year when we lined up alphabetically, your Bryan to my Bryant.
ReplyDeleteWe shared classes and friends, moved in the same circles, but you never seemed to see me. I suffered through your girlfriends; Stephanie was the worst. Her unnecessary PDAs made me want to vomit. We drifted apart for a while in junior year which hurt, but after Joey and I broke up things got better.
Now here we are. You look back at me and grin “Last time we do this, Sarah.”
“I know,” I whisper. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly move my hand toward yours, gently brushing your fingers.
Your eyes fly to mine in surprise and then ... our fingers are entwined and you lift them for a kiss. I smile as you lean forward and say softly,
“Sarah, will you be my girlfriend?”
182 words
@adriftinmyhead
Word count: 195 via GDocs
ReplyDelete@sandyquill
= = =
The Judgment was never a time of warmth. It was a moment of half-light. Of halved knowledge and even less Truth.
The cloak of that alone-feeling settled over Lia with a chilled edge as she waited. None of this was their fault, but scapegoats were necessary. That was a chunk of Truth that no one had had to teach her.
Beside her, Kal shifted his feet before moving an inch closer. Eyes carefully not on him, she reached out her hand to brush his. They touched.
It was forbidden.
There were five awaiting Judgment. Five solitary souls who had no recourse.
But, as Lia dared to slide her fingers between Kal’s… As he surrounded her hand with his… As they drew nearer to each other…
They were no longer two, but one.
Her heart pounded. Fine hairs all over her body rose in brave protest. Kal’s body tightened and, just when the Judge opened his mouth to pronounce sentence, Kal lifted their joined hands.
“We are innocent!”
They did not feel Death. The image of their joined hands, spattered with their own blood, was broadcast as a warning.
Instead, it became a symbol. Revolution followed.
@MadiMerek
ReplyDeleteaka QuinnLark
Words: 131
Do you know how lonely I am without you?
How each moment you're away
Aches and
Breaks and
Takes pieces of my shattered heart with it?
My tears fall down like the rain,
Splattering on my windowpane
As they try to drown me in the reminder of why
You left me here to cry.
If I'd been a little more giving,
Or if you ignored the pain you were living in,
Would you have stayed?
Would you have made
A second chance,
A new beginning
Like I've been begging for since you walked away?
I want to hold your hand once again -
Brush my fingers against yours
And feel that need shoot up my spine.
Sadly,
Painfully,
I ruined everything
And may never again have the chance to make you mine.
Word Count: 197
ReplyDelete@ltlerthqak
Terrified. That’s the only word to describe this feeling. It’s dark in the back of the auditorium, and I’m standing next to the boy I’ve been dying to kiss for three months, wishing I had the guts to reach out and just grab his hand. It’s become this crazy need, this weight in my chest that never leaves. Whenever we spend time together, I want to touch him, feel him, maybe even someday kiss him. I want him to be mine, and I want to be his. I know he’s scared of what people will say, but being with him would be worth any hatred ignorant people would throw our way.
Being with him is worth everything.
My need to feel his skin finally pushes the fear back. I’m going to do it…I have to. I slowly move my hand toward his, our index fingers brushing. It’s barely a glance, but I see the way his body tenses, hear how his breath catches.
When he doesn’t pull back, I shift closer. He hesitates, that second seeming more like an hour in my mind, but then he responds, opening his hand to mine, our fingers finally weaving together.
@bebeginja
ReplyDeleteWord Count: 200
It’s the smallest things that weigh the most. The slightest touches that penetrate the deepest.
Your tiny, delicate hand next to mine. Our pinkies grazing each other as if they can’t stand to be apart.
Laughter and music fill the summer night air, but you and I are having some wordless conversation as we stand here staring at the bonfire.
It’s the stillest silences that send the loudest messages.
I stretch my fingers inviting you to grab hold. “Come on, let’s run,” I say.
We leave light and heat behind and take off into the dark toward the waves, stopping just as our toes touch cold, hard sand.
Smiling, breathless, wild hair.
“I miss you already,” you say. Your smile is forced, I can tell. “Give ‘em hell, soldier boy, and stay out of trouble.”
I step forward and wrap you up in my arms. I had so much I wanted to say, but, like always, my insecurities hold my voice captive.
“You’re the only one strong enough to hold my heart when it’s this heavy. Bring it back in one piece, okay?”
Such sad words, such hopeful implication. I want to take your courage with me.
“Okay,” I say.
@sparklymeg
ReplyDelete199 words
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My tears splat the page, the ink of the caption blurring.
My fingers linger on his face.
Snapshots of happier times. Before a dull smog shrouded over me.
Loneliness is like a tension headache. A throb in the background. You function, get on with everyday life. Go about your business, appear content.
But it niggles you. You push it down, until a song or scent triggers a memory, and everything explodes.
I can't do this anymore.
Today, it stops.
* * * *
The crowd go wild as the band plays its encore. I'm giddy from two cocktails.
My face aches from smiling; I'm so glad my best friend dragged me out tonight.
It's the anniversary.
A date where I'd wear black and cry oceans, before spending the afternoon at the grave.
I need my life back.
I cheer with the rest of the crowd; I haven't laughed like this in years.
His fingers brush mine, their rough texture a contrast to the feather light touch. A shiver licks down my spine. My fingers flame.
I gasp. "Edward?"
My best friend leans in close.
Panic threatens for a split second, but when his lips brush mine, my heart soars.
Today, it starts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@everydaybella89
ReplyDeleteWords: 155
My Dearest Bella,
Life in the trenches is hard. There’s constant mud and shelling. The mud sticks to everything. I haven’t been clean in weeks. Everything is wet, dirty, disgusting. There’s not enough food and our morale is quite low.
There are so many gone now. Friends that I grew up with and men I had just met. Just gone in the blink of an eye.
The one bright spot is your letters. They remind me of home, our home. I can almost smell the flowers in your garden and my favorite apple pie. The sunlight streaming through the windows and turning your dark hair red.
Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
King and country was not a good excuse to leave you.
I’m quite lonely without you. I miss you. I’m incomplete without you.
I love you and I’ll be home soon.
Your Loving Husband,
Edward Cullen
The Somme, France 1916
@CrackedFic
ReplyDelete199 words (if you count the bullets, 182 otherwise)
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Hello I’m
- a fucking retard.
- pathetic.
- writing my name on a sticker and trying to come up with something to say that will not make me sound like a deranged stalker except I can’t because the line between deranged stalker and shy teenage boy who wants to ask you to dance but can’t because you’re too pretty is so fine that you can’t even see it unless you already know where it is.
- sweating.
- thirsty. Incredibly thirsty.
- walking up to you now.
- turning around.
- hyperventilating.
- realizing that was a false alarm and breathing just fine.
- trying to smell my own breath, just to be sure.
- focusing inward for a moment.
- taking stock of my life.
- building my resolve.
- wondering why this is so hard and trying to figure out how the human race has managed to persist over these many thousands of years when boys like me are a significant part of it.
- focused. So focused.
- walking up to you again.
- calming myself down.
- imagining what will happen the moment I gently slip my fingers into yours.
- getting a boner.
hahahaha perfection! :-D
Delete@moonlit__girl
Twitter: @hummingbirdFF & @bigblueboat
ReplyDeleteWord count: 200
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I used to call you in a situation like this. Instead, cars streak by, not bothering to see if I need help. The dirt has turned to mud from last night’s rain; my favorite heels are sinking in whenever I try to get the leverage needed to remove the lug nuts.
I've removed three already, but I can feel the burn in my arms as I work on the fourth—it’s stuck. My frustration bubbles to the surface as I tug on the lug wrench. I knew you shouldn't have tightened them. You use too much force, leaving me to struggle.
I scream in frustration, angrily yanking on the wrench. Of course this is the moment it gives, and I lose my precarious balance. My body’s thrust backward, straight into the mud. Unfortunately my heel, which was too deeply embedded in the mud, does not.
I cannot do anything to stop the tears. Why am I here alone? Why aren't you here to change the tire or walk the dog or hog the blankets?
My phone lights up: an image of our clasped hands. Sobs escape as I answer.
“Don’t cry, baby. The project finished early. I’ll be home tonight.”
@femme_mal
ReplyDeleteWords: 200
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He hadn’t seen her in a year — not since the last conference.
Kindred spirits, they met often at industry events, sitting together during boring keynotes, snickering softly while joking sotto voce about the speakers.
Invariably she would lean closely as she spoke, whispering into his ear, her lips touching the finest hairs on the skin of his earlobe, sending tickling ripples of heat down to his crotch.
They’d traded emails and phone calls afterward, chatting about business and their personal lives.
A week ago her calls and emails stopped; was something wrong?
He missed her horribly. Though virtual, the place she filled in him ached even though he’d never been able to do more than shake her hand.
Her name was still on the attendees list, though. He’d seek her out at registration.
And there she was, still beautiful, offering a hesitant smile over the the sign-in table when their eyes met.
He scribbled hastily as she sidled up to him, ripping the sticker off its backing, slapping it on his lapel at her eye level.
Hello, I’m quite lonely without you, it read.
“Not anymore,” she whispered in his ear as she flung her arms around his neck.
Dammitall, typo right smack in the middle. Two articles, back-to-back. Sorry, kids. Ugh.
Delete@Shneezles
ReplyDelete193 Words
They say actions speak louder than words. I don’t have enough words to tell you how much your actions mean to me.
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Your hugs can be congratulatory or mean ‘everything will be okay’. They provide shelter, warmth, comfort.
Your kisses can be a greeting, they say ‘I love you’. They're heart-warming, sensual and fervent.
Your touches are supportive, they're evocative. It can be a caress, a stroke, they can calm, tease and excite
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We’ve enjoyed long warm embraces and innocent pecks. I lose count of how many times your hands have run down my back in a crowded room, reassuring me. Or how many times you’ve done the same thing lazily when we’re alone. We have kisses that leave me breathless and hugs that feel so right I never want to let go.
But above all, when you hold my hand, I feel like I can do anything.
Our knuckles, gently meeting as we walk.
Our fingers intertwine, swinging between us.
Our hands, raised high above us, so everyone could see the sun shining off our matching golden bands.
Your touch gives me love, support and guidance. It makes me fly.
Pinkcookie (contact me at fanfiction.net/Pinkcookie)
ReplyDelete200 words
I shouldn’t be surprised to see my ex at the convention. After all, we were in the same business together as married partners.
I’ve managed to blend in and avoid you. It’s been pretty easy considering I’ve lost 50 pounds, grew out my hair and dyed it, got way bigger boobs and a professional make-over. Every man in the place has given me the once over – twice. During my upcoming presentation you’ll see the new me.
I watch from behind the curtains as they prepare to introduce me. I notice sharpies and a stack of “hello” badges nearby. I grab a couple and scribble away.
Of course, you are in the front row. The chickie standing next to you slips her hand into yours and you hold it tenderly. Swell, just swell. My name is announced. I see your eyes widen and your heavy brows knit together. I walk onto the stage greatly exaggerating my hip sway. Your mouth gapes open.
Looking directly at you, I point to my “hello” badge. “Hello, I’m quite lonely without you.”
I slowly rip that one off to reveal another one underneath that says, “Psyche! Expect a strong bear hug*!”
Kiss your company goodbye!
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*Note: In business takeover terminology a strong bear hug is a formal notice to the target company of an intended takeover.
@ChocoMG2112
ReplyDeleteWord count: 199
It is dark and cold where I hide in this crypt under the church.
My love, I miss you. I miss us.
Was it all a dream? Did we really live these past months, or was it all some tragic hallucination, a beautiful lie?
You found and saved me, taught me to open my mind to extraordinary things. I taught you to trust in someone again. You saw past my fears and I saw into your soul, the soul you swore you could not possess.
Then after a strange, troubling night I cannot recall, I awoke to find you gone. Now I am left desperately holding to memories. If I close my eyes I can feel your hand cautiously reaching out to mine, our fingers gently intertwining. My hand touches your remarkable face and I gaze into your eyes. I taste your sweet lips on mine.
It is too quiet here; even now I swear I can hear the soft, melodic tones of your voice dance around me in the echoing darkness.
So, how did I ever end up here?
I look up and imagine the stars so far away. Are you out there?
I am lost and alone.
Twitter: hummingbirdFF
ReplyDeleteWord count: 199
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2 years
I first saw that beautiful smile from the opposite side of the ballroom. You were so lovely, and I couldn’t understand how I’d never noticed you before.
22 months
I finally got up the courage to ask you on a date. I cornered you in the breakroom and stuttered my way through the awkward words. You said yes.
15 months
You cried as I told you I love you the first time.
6 months
You said yes again.
3 months
My heart shattered into pieces as I watched you in his arms.
2 months
I could never quite remember what number drink I was on.
20 days
I told myself no more and got my shit together.
1 hour
You walked into the ballroom again. Even with sad eyes, you’re still the loveliest woman I see.
5 minutes
You told me how much you miss me, how empty our apartment feels.
30 seconds
I felt your fingers thread cautiously through mine and couldn’t stop my own from instinctively grasping tighter.
now
I take a deep breath, untangling my hand from yours. You look hurt, but I know better. I’d rather be lonely than risk your heartache again.
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@jacndaniel
ReplyDeleteword count: 142
I always took it for granted, your hand. That it would always be there just like your love.
I never imagined that one day I would be here without you. In this place that is intrinsically you; this place that has always belonged so wholly to us. Now it is only me.
The feeling of loss is a physical ache and it will not be ignored. It is a pain like I have never felt before. It brings me to my knees and steals the breath from my lungs.
Death is so final for its victims and so everlasting for those that are left behind.
The breeze stirs the leaves around my feet, and blows my hair into my face. I can almost smell you now.
Tears slip slowly down my cheeks. “Hello,” I whisper. “I’m so lonely here without you.”
I know the odds of this working are not in my favor, but doing nothing is worst.
ReplyDeleteI sit down in the uncomfortable plastic seat and I go on autopilot as person after person sits down in front of me. The buzz is constantly going off and I’m waiting for her.
Finally her small frame sinks down into the seat across from mine and I feel like I can breath again.
The look in her eyes isn’t what I’m expecting, but that’s a good thing. I thought she would throw a drink in my face and glare at me. Instead, she looks shocked.
“I like your name tag.” Her voice is timid.
I look down at the Hello, Im quite lonely without you sticker and smile. “It’s for you.”
She pushes her chair away and races out of the room.
I instantly follow her.
She’s outside, staring off into space.
Her hand is by her side and I muster up the courage to take it in mine.
She let’s me.
I smile.
“You found me,” her words are whispers in the wind.
“I promised you I would.”
“I’m lonely without you too.”
And she smiles at me.
I missed that.
@TinsleyWarren
Words: 200