Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

[Eroica]

I wasn’t able to do the other one as I was ambushed by one of the worst and only headaches I’ve ever had in my life. It’s on hour…16? But I can prolly do today’s.
My brain feels like it’s being chewed on

I'm sorry. Headaches are no fun. I've had one where it felt like my brains were about to fall out.

 

[RDchicken99]

I wasn’t able to do the other one as I was ambushed by one of the worst and only headaches I’ve ever had in my life. It’s on hour…16? But I can prolly do today’s.
My brain feels like it’s being chewed on

Sorry Isa. Praying you feel better.
You can try getting in a hot bath and putting a cool rag on your head, that balances out your body temp and can help the headache. My mom gets migraines and that helps her.

 

[BackroadGirl57]

Okay here goes!

Bit of an explanation: I'm going to attempt to connect all my stories. Same characters, each story is consecutive to the last one (the next chapter in the book basically), stuff like that. I wanna make it a book. This is about half the next chapter - you get to see the MC's softer side here I'll do the other half another day, when I can think.

How about this one? It's inspired by one of my favorite songs.

"I don't want you, but I need you. You know it's you that brings me back here."

(Edited to make it a little longer)

"Vespera?" Sloane's voice rang through the corridor and my garage. Well, it's actually a hangar, but the helicopter doesn't mind having cars for company.

"Yeah?" I called back from under my Corvette. "What is it?"

Sloane dashed in, panting. I could hear his heart pounding - he must have run all the way out here. "Where are you?!"
"Corvette!" I shouted.

His footsteps came closer and stopped beside me. I sensed what he was going to do a split second before it happened, but I was too slow to move away from him before he grabbed my feet and pulled me out from under the car. I glared up at him, but couldn't help laughing at the mischievous look in his eyes.
"Boys never grow up, do they." I remarked sarcastically as I stood up and wiped the oil off my hands. Sloane pretended to think about it. "Hmm... Guess not."

"Now, seriously. What did you want?" I called over my shoulder as I put away all the tools I'd dragged out.

"Drop team is ready for tonight. But... I... uh..." He faltered, clearly unsure.

"Spit it out, Sloane, what's the problem?"

"Come with me." He turned and headed towards the house. Confused, I followed him. He ran inside and stopped in my office. I stepped in, and five heads snapped towards me. I paused to study the people Sloane had chosen.

Alira, American werewolf. Agile, intelligent and an adrenaline junkie. She's perfect for this mission.
Thorne, English manticore. Extremely good with his magic, but likes to shift to his true form for no reason to freak out the humans. Gonna have to keep an eye on him.
Nikolai, Russian half-demon. This'll be his first mission - he'll need guidance, but it's a good one for him to start with.
Vela, American half-valkyrie. She can kill with a look and loves doing dangerous stuff that could get us killed... another perfect choice.
And Sloane himself. American... there's not really a word for him. He's half-angel, half-demon. That's a long story.

I looked back at Sloane. "Great choices. You're getting good at this."
He smiled. "Thanks. But I, uh... I wanted to ask if... I could go on this one?" He looked at me like a hopeful puppy begging for a treat.

I sighed. "Sloane..."

He knew I was going to say no. Dejected, he turned away. "I understand... It's fine." It clearly was not fine.
I looked at the other four. "Dismissed, everyone." They stood and left, each nodding to me as they passed.
I turned back to Sloane. "The truth is..." He looked up, hope dawning in his face. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, pacing the room as I tried to figure out how to say this. "The truth is, I try to protect you... I'm fine with being the reason I get my own self killed. But you... I try to keep you safe." My eyes softened as I stepped closer to him. "I... I don't want you on this one... But I need you. So you're going this time."

His eyes lit up. Literally - they were glowing bright orange. That happens sometimes when he gets excited. I smiled and kept talking. "You know it's you that brings me back here." It was true - after our leader died, I took his place, but I'd never really liked working with others. Even now I longed to strike out on my own. But Sloane and I had formed a bond forged in blood and chaos, one that grounded me here and kept me at least a little satisfied to stay in one place. "I may need you on this mission... But I need you more. So don't get yourself killed, alright?"

A faint smile turned his mouth up at the corners. "Uh-huh. Sure."

I smiled back softly and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Good. Let's go get things ready."

 

[Eroica]

Okay here goes!

Bit of an explanation: I'm going to attempt to connect all my stories. Same characters, each story is consecutive to the last one (the next chapter in the book basically), stuff like that. I wanna make it a book. This is about half the next chapter - you get to see the MC's softer side here I'll do the other half another day, when I can think.





"Vespera?" Sloane's voice rang through the corridor and my garage. Well, it's actually a hangar, but the helicopter doesn't mind having cars for company.

"Yeah?" I called back from under my Corvette. "What is it?"

Sloane dashed in, panting. I could hear his heart pounding - he must have run all the way out here. "Where are you?!"
"Corvette!" I shouted.

His footsteps came closer and stopped beside me. I sensed what he was going to do a split second before it happened, but I was too slow to move away from him before he grabbed my feet and pulled me out from under the car. I glared up at him, but couldn't help laughing at the mischievous look in his eyes.
"Boys never grow up, do they." I remarked sarcastically as I stood up and wiped the oil off my hands. Sloane pretended to think about it. "Hmm... Guess not."

"Now, seriously. What did you want?" I called over my shoulder as I put away all the tools I'd dragged out.

"Drop team is ready for tonight. But... I... uh..." He faltered, clearly unsure.

"Spit it out, Sloane, what's the problem?"

"Come with me." He turned and headed towards the house. Confused, I followed him. He ran inside and stopped in my office. I stepped in, and five heads snapped towards me. I paused to study the people Sloane had chosen.

Alira, American werewolf. Agile, intelligent and an adrenaline junkie. She's perfect for this mission.
Thorne, English manticore. Extremely good with his magic, but likes to shift to his true form for no reason to freak out the humans. Gonna have to keep an eye on him.
Nikolai, Russian half-demon. This'll be his first mission - he'll need guidance, but it's a good one for him to start with.
Vela, American half-valkyrie. She can kill with a look and loves doing dangerous stuff that could get us killed... another perfect choice.
And Sloane himself. American... there's not really a word for him. He's half-angel, half-demon. That's a long story.

I looked back at Sloane. "Great choices. You're getting good at this."
He smiled. "Thanks. But I, uh... I wanted to ask if... I could go on this one?" He looked at me like a hopeful puppy begging for a treat.

I sighed. "Sloane..."

He knew I was going to say no. Dejected, he turned away. "I understand... It's fine." It clearly was not fine.
I looked at the other four. "Dismissed, everyone." They stood and left, each nodding to me as they passed.
I turned back to Sloane. "The truth is..." He looked up, hope dawning in his face. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, pacing the room as I tried to figure out how to say this. "The truth is, I try to protect you... I'm fine with being the reason I get my own self killed. But you... I try to keep you safe." My eyes softened as I stepped closer to him. "I... I don't want you on this one... But I need you. So you're going this time."

His eyes lit up. Literally - they were glowing bright orange. That happens sometimes when he gets excited. I smiled and kept talking. "You know it's you that brings me back here." It was true - after our leader died, I took his place, but I'd never really liked working with others. Even now I longed to strike out on my own. But Sloane and I had formed a bond forged in blood and chaos, one that grounded me here and kept me at least a little satisfied to stay in one place. "I may need you on this mission... But I need you more. So don't get yourself killed, alright?"

A faint smile turned his mouth up at the corners. "Uh-huh. Sure."

I smiled back softly and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Good. Let's go get things ready."

Well done! I like your writing style.

 

[BackroadGirl57]

Well done! I like your writing style.

Thanks!

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Alright!
Yet another dialogue prompt.

“I don’t want to know what’s driving you to do this.” Her voice wavered, “but I know it’s not me. And it never has been.”

"I don't want to know what's driving you to do this," her voice wavered, "but I know it's not me. And it never has been."
"You're right, baby," I stared at the off-white wall, its ridges turning into patterns and codes. I swung around with my arms wide like I was asking for a big hug. "It's the organization! The leaders! The, the, the," I snapped my fingers. Words, please.
"The criminals," I walked over to Clawra's chair and spun her to me. "The criminals, Clawra," I couldn't help but smile, "we'll be able to stop them all. Just think of that!"
Her eyes sparkled and her mouth fell open only a little. Well, maybe an inch, or two, but who's measuring? She closed it with her hand and forced her seat away from me. "It's still impossible," she said.
"Impossible!" I lifted my hands to my temples and turned away, "Impossible shouldn't even be a word!" I held my fist to my mouth, tapped it twice, and spun back to her.
"Impossible," I lifted my index finger, "is convicting these criminals without getting this level of evidence against them. I mean just think about it. How many ships are out there and how many are involved in both piracy and the IST, huh? If I can get this little piece of data on every person who is at sea, then I can better track who is being legal or not. And the ones who are involved in either of those things, we won't have to work so hard for evidence to convict them because we'll already have it!"
Clawra's fingers worked at the keyboard in a steady hum. "I still think it's impossible." She looked above the monitor and her fingers stopped. "And dangerous," she hinged her chair back in my direction. "Like how are you even going to begin to get any of that without getting killed? You've never even stepped foot off of one of our ships before, let alone one full of pirates!"
I tapped my fingers together. Oh, I could feel my smile getting bigger already! "That- my friend, is where the 'ol pirate fellow will come in."
"Liam Contour?"
"Yes," I intertwined my fingers, my indexes forming a steeple. I released them and gripped them firmly behind my back. "He'll know those ships better than any of us," I walked across the room, "and with his past that he's trying to erase, he'll be willing to do anything to ensure my safety."
"But what if he gets killed?" Clawra's concern was not mine.
"Then the organization won't have to worry about him anymore!" I swerved back to her. "He's disposable, remember? If something bad happens to him, then no concern of ours. We'll file the paperwork, convict his killers, and be done with him. Ha," Why hadn't I thought of this before? "We'd be taking care of two problems at once!"
"Yeah," Clawra turned back to her computer and resumed her typing.
I leaned against a wall and sighed. All I had to do now was get the leaders to agree to it. And why wouldn't they? Tracking the criminals and possibly getting Liam killed on the job? How could they say no?

 

[Isabella6Storm4]

I’m happy to report that I’m back to normal now so I’ll have some time to write after my violin lesson this afternoon.
I’m excited.
My spoiled self absorbed brain has had like three days to wallow in its own self pity, confining me to my bed and throwing my sleep schedule into oblivion.
It’s time for it to do something useful now.
It has no excuse.

 

[NC_Quail]

"I don't want to know what's driving you to do this," her voice wavered, "but I know it's not me. And it never has been."
"You're right, baby," I stared at the off-white wall, its ridges turning into patterns and codes. I swung around with my arms wide like I was asking for a big hug. "It's the organization! The leaders! The, the, the," I snapped my fingers. Words, please.
"The criminals," I walked over to Clawra's chair and spun her to me. "The criminals, Clawra," I couldn't help but smile, "we'll be able to stop them all. Just think of that!"
Her eyes sparkled and her mouth fell open only a little. Well, maybe an inch, or two, but who's measuring? She closed it with her hand and forced her seat away from me. "It's still impossible," she said.
"Impossible!" I lifted my hands to my temples and turned away, "Impossible shouldn't even be a word!" I held my fist to my mouth, tapped it twice, and spun back to her.
"Impossible," I lifted my index finger, "is convicting these criminals without getting this level of evidence against them. I mean just think about it. How many ships are out there and how many are involved in both piracy and the IST, huh? If I can get this little piece of data on every person who is at sea, then I can better track who is being legal or not. And the ones who are involved in either of those things, we won't have to work so hard for evidence to convict them because we'll already have it!"
Clawra's fingers worked at the keyboard in a steady hum. "I still think it's impossible." She looked above the monitor and her fingers stopped. "And dangerous," she hinged her chair back in my direction. "Like how are you even going to begin to get any of that without getting killed? You've never even stepped foot off of one of our ships before, let alone one full of pirates!"
I tapped my fingers together. Oh, I could feel my smile getting bigger already! "That- my friend, is where the 'ol pirate fellow will come in."
"Liam Contour?"
"Yes," I intertwined my fingers, my indexes forming a steeple. I released them and gripped them firmly behind my back. "He'll know those ships better than any of us," I walked across the room, "and with his past that he's trying to erase, he'll be willing to do anything to ensure my safety."
"But what if he gets killed?" Clawra's concern was not mine.
"Then the organization won't have to worry about him anymore!" I swerved back to her. "He's disposable, remember? If something bad happens to him, then no concern of ours. We'll file the paperwork, convict his killers, and be done with him. Ha," Why hadn't I thought of this before? "We'd be taking care of two problems at once!"
"Yeah," Clawra turned back to her computer and resumed her typing.
I leaned against a wall and sighed. All I had to do now was get the leaders to agree to it. And why wouldn't they? Tracking the criminals and possibly getting Liam killed on the job? How could they say no?

I love the body language in this scene!

 

[NC_Quail]

I’m happy to report that I’m back to normal now so I’ll have some time to write after my violin lesson this afternoon.
I’m excited.
My spoiled self absorbed brain has had like three days to wallow in its own self pity, confining me to my bed and throwing my sleep schedule into oblivion.
It’s time for it to do something useful now.
It has no excuse.

Glad you’re doing better. Unfortunately I won’t have time to write this week because I’ve got two tests and then a camping trip. I’ll be reading everyone’s posts though!

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

Alright!
Yet another dialogue prompt.

“I don’t want to know what’s driving you to do this.” Her voice wavered, “but I know it’s not me. And it never has been.”

Willow twirled the little spherical gem through her fingers. It's deep blackness seemed to absorb light. She stared absently at the surface of the lake that stretched before her.

A black unicorn appeared beside her. Eclipse was always quiet, even after spending years alone with her, Willow could never hear her approaching.

Eclipse glanced towards her. “I don't want to know what's driving you to do this.” Her voice wavered, “but I know it's not me. And it never has been.”

Willow's hand froze. The cold obsidian against her skin. What was driving her to do this? This wasn't necessarily her fight...

Or was it? And why was she asking this? Surely the creature with the ability to see the future understood what was happening better than anyone else.

“Isn't this what I’m supposed to do? Isn't this the one thing I was meant to do? She placed this on me, she made me a Guardian when I was a child and I didn't even know it.”

Eclipse dipped her head in a sigh. “You're still a child, you all are.” She whispered.

Willow stared at her. She reached out and intertwined her fingers with the unicorn's black mane. “You're worried," She said concerned, "Why? Is something going to happen?”

Eclipse was silent for a moment that seemed to drag on.

“Truth is, I don't know. I can see nothing but a overwhelming darkness.”