Writing Prompt #9

Prompt: “I’m going to pretend that didn’t happen and go back home now.” 

“I’m going to pretend that didn’t happen and go back home now.”  Alex said once that embarrassing moment happened. It wasn’t anything bad but everyone has those moments that you mess up doing something, or saying something. That was one of those moments. I like our relationship because when those types of moments happen we laugh, and it isn’t awkward at all. We’re so comfortable with each other and it makes me wonder how many relationships are out there that are this comfortable.

“I’ll miss you,” I tell him. He smiles at me but doesn’t say anything because his expression says it all. He closes the door behind him, and I go and clean the kitchen from the mess I made from dinner.

A while later Alex sends me a text.

I made it home alive. Can I come back now? 🙂

I smile and my heart melts. I write back:

Of course. I love you.

He sends another text back telling me that he loves me and to make sure I don’t stay up late. I have a bad habit of doing that but it’s how my brain functions. I need to write as much as I can because of due dates that I set up for myself. I write better when I’m under pressure. Tonight I write so much, and exhausted myself, that I end up falling asleep at my desk.

One Complicated Love Story – Part of Chapter One

Hello! Happy Friday! Last night I rediscovered my old account on Wattpad and I have a few works uploaded. I was also searching through my saved stories that I used to read and it brought me a lot of nostalgia. As much as I hate to admit, my guilty pleasure to read was the whole Bad Boy and Good Girl trope. That was essentially the only thing I would read, otherwise I wouldn’t read anything else. 

The story that I’m sharing a snippet with you all today is one that I attempted to make of that trope. I’m not going to post the full chapter because it’s a bit long. I also have 11 full chapters written (that are unpublished). If you like the story, although it’s when I was 15, so it’s not my best quality, I would be willing to share the full chapters. 

Let me know down in the comments if you currently or used to go on Wattpad, and what was your guilty pleasure reads. Also, let me know if you want to see more of this story!


Beginning of Chapter One

I woke up a couple minutes before my alarm clock like I usually do. I put on my glasses so I could see what I was doing. I reach over to turn on my light and cringed at how bright it was, putting a hand across my eyes. “Ryan!” My father called my name from the bottom of the stairs. I slowly climbed out of my bed, and yelled back, “What?!”

I grabbed a random T-shirt from my closet and pulled it over my head. I pulled out a pair of pale blue jeans and jumped them over my hips. I pulled my long red hair into a ponytail as I walked down the stairs. I went to go sit down at the table where my father was reading the newspaper, holding a glass of milk.

“You yelled?” I asked as I put some bread into the toaster. 

“I was just making sure you were awake, that’s all.”  He mumbled. I rolled my eyes as I went to bite the piece of toast. 

After I was done eating, I put my plate into the sink and ran up the stairs to grab my backpack, and walked back down. A car honked outside.

“Bye dad, love you,” I said to my father.

“Yeah, okay.” My father is normally like this, not even saying goodbye to the only close person in his life. I shrugged it off as I ran to the parked car in the driveway.

“Hey, babe.” My boyfriend, Kyo greeted me when I got into his car. I kissed his cheek for my hello. As soon as I got buckled he pulled out of the driveway and drove to school.

“Ryan…” Kyo started to say. I looked at him and hummed a yes, for him to go on. “I think it’s time to break up.” He told me in a low tone.

I sat there for a moment trying to sink in what he just told me. I decided to finally speak, “Break up?! What! Why?” Kyo jumped, he didn’t even dare to look at me.

“Ryan, I’m sorry, really I am. But you know I’m just not feeling it anymore.” He tried to act cool, but his eyes told another story.

“After the two years we spent together, you decided out of the blue, you weren’t feeling it anymore?” I questioned him.

Kyo and I have been dating for at least two years. He hasn’t shown any sign of him losing interest. 

Kyo parked his car in the street.

“I’m sorry.” His voice nearly broke. He got out of the car while I sat in the passenger seat for a while before getting out. I was hurt, but I don’t cry much, even in this situation. No matter how much I felt like crying, I couldn’t.

After I headed to class thinking of what could have gone wrong, but I came up with no solution.

Writing Prompt #8

Prompt: “Just let me have like, three seconds to pretend everything is okay before we go back in there.” 


“Just let me have like, three seconds to pretend everything is okay before we go back in there,” I tell Detective Carver. He looks at me with concern but doesn’t say anything right away. 

“Fine, but if anything happens, I’ll step in,” He reassured. I nod and turn the knob on the dark grey, steel door. It’s cold to the touch, giving me a shiver down my back before I enter. I take a deep breath.

“Mr. Harrison,” I pause. He looks up at me deadpan. No expression. Nothing that allows me any hints to what he’s thinking. “Where were you on the night of the 26th of June?”

He doesn’t say anything for a few moments and then, “I already told you. I was working. I’m not going to be a broken record because you’re ignorance is blocking your hearing.” He spoke very firmly, no hesitations.

“How late were you working? Did you take any breaks and leave the building?” I ask him. I pull the metal chair out, scraping across the floor as I do so. I sit down to face him, waiting for him to respond.

“I didn’t leave the building until the time I left. I’m a lawyer, I have stacks of paperwork to go through. I don’t have time for a break. I probably left around 10, not entirely sure,” He said.

“You do realize that what you’re being charged for is a serious matter, and what you aren’t saying now, is probably going to affect you later?” I tell him, trying to see how he responds.

“I do realize. I’m not a detective, but I’ve spoken with dozens of clients. I’ve said nearly the same thing to them because it’s my job. I understand that you think I killed my wife, I didn’t because I was working,” He started to raise his voice. This tells me that there’s something bothering him, and it’s not grief. “Detective, let me ask you this, have you ever found your wife lying there, dead? Her pool of blood laying all around her?”

“No, I have not. I’m not married,” I respond. “That doesn’t mean you didn’t kill her.”

“I did not kill her. I loved her so much that I would-” He stopped. I look up at him, he’s getting emotional.

“That you what? Want to end her life?” I say. He goes back to a deadpan face after taking a deep breath.

“I want my lawyer, Detective,” He says.

Writing Prompt #7

Prompt: Write a story in all dialogue. 


“Order Up!”

“Can you cover for me tonight?”

“What is it for this time? Your man needs some loving or whatever?”

“My baby is sick. You know, not everything is about Hunter.”

“Only if it’s for your child. Not that low-life.”

“Here’s your pancakes, sir.”

“More coffee too.”

“You got it.”

“I’m tired of this place anyways, sometimes my baby is my only excuse to get outta here.”

“I got a life too. A loving husband, children.”

“Hah, doubt you’d spend time with them anyway. You’d be too busy playing whatever card game that could land you money.”

“Here’s some more coffee. How’re the pancakes?”

“They’re fine.”

“Oh, honey.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna have another one.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Another one in there.”

“Oh! Of course not! What makes you think that?”

“Have you seen your ankles? You’re on your feet all day, as am I. But my ankles don’t look like that. That’s what happened when you were having your first one.”

“That’s silly. I haven’t had time to have sex since I’ve been working and the baby.”

“You trying to tell me that you’re boyfriend hasn’t been pleaded you to have sex with him when he shows up drunk, or whatever the hell he’s been on?”

“Rosie, I know you don’t like him but Hunter isn’t a bad guy. I mean we might have had sex a few weeks ago, or whatever. I can’t afford another one right now anyway.”

“Welcome, what can I grab you to drink?

“Water.”

“Water.”

“Root Beer.”

“No, honey, you can’t have that. He’ll take water.”

“I’ll get that for you.”

“Just because you can’t afford another one, doesn’t mean you aren’t pregnant.”

“Once I deliver these drinks, I’m outta here.” 

“I’ll take over but you gotta get tested. Molly, you can’t go walking around anymore ignoring it after today. Go to the drugstore and pick up one on your way home.”

“Whatever, I guess I’ll stop.”

“Molly, you know better.”

“Bye, Rosie. Have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Crazy ass girl, I tell you.”

 

 

Writing Prompt #6

Prompt: The morning started with a frantic shout and a very heavy thump. 


The morning started with a frantic shout and a very heavy thump. Alex shot awake and the loud noise coming from afar. He looked on the side of the bed where Bash had been sleeping, he wasn’t there. Alex sighed and pulled the covers off of him so he could get up. He stretched out his body and rubbed his eyes. He went into the bathroom and after sighed once again before walking down the stairs.

“What are you–” Alex began talking. He stopped after he saw the counter. 

“Morning, love. I must’ve been a bit noisy this morning, but I’m not very experienced with cooking,” Bash admitted. Alex skimmed the counter, it was a mess of flour all over, and batter smeared in different areas over the counter. The ingredients Bash used were not put away, but scattered all over. He watched as Bash brought him a big stack of pancakes on a plate. 

“What is this?” Alex asked. “You got up early to make me breakfast?” It was the first time that Bash ever cooked for him. It was Alex who usually cooked for either of them, Bash likes to help him though. “You must want something,” He looked at him skeptically.

Bash laughed and said, “No, not today. I figured I should do something nice for you. You already do a lot of things for me, I thought I’d return the favor.” Alex sat down with the plate of pancakes in front of him. He grabbed the maple syrup and poured it all over them, and began eating. Bash went to go sit next to him, watching him eat. 

“For your first attempt, these are pretty good,” Alex admitted. He gave a forkful to Bash’s mouth and he accepted it. “You should do it more often. Cook for me, I mean.” Alex smiled, and so did Bash.

“I love you,” Bash said. He put his hands underneath his chin to watch Alex eat some more. Occasionally, Alex would feed him some more, but Bash was content on how happy Alex was that he just let him eat. 

A chapter from Short Story 4

Hello! Happy Friday everyone. I thought I’d switch it up and share a story I wrote a lonnng time ago instead of a writing prompt. This is very unfinished and probably not very good, but it still is something I would like to share.


The ride to their new house took longer than they expected, but as soon as they got there, Kat refused to get out of the car.

“Kat, get out of the car!” Her father told her as he was unloading the trunk.

“Why did we have to move? Couldn’t she have moved to our house?” Kat asked her father since the only reason they moved was that her father got a new girlfriend, and Kat doesn’t even know who she is.

“Don’t be so rude!” Her father tried to give her manners. Kat looked around but, she saw no sign of any woman, and the house lights were off.

“I don’t know this woman and you expect me to like it? And where even is she?” She doesn’t know what to think. A few seconds after she asked a car pulled up the driveway, a woman in the driver’s seat.

“Be nice, no if’s, and’s, or but’s.” He pointed his finger to her. Kat made a face. The woman got out of the car, carrying a briefcase.

“Mark!” The woman yelled Kat’s father’s name. She rushed to give him a hug, Mark didn’t seem very surprised. The woman turned to Kat, Kat didn’t look at her.

“You must be Kat. I’m Alice, it’s very nice to meet you, you know your father talks a lot about you but you look prettier in person.” She’s so polite, Kat just rolled her eyes.

“Isn’t that just cliché, I’m just going to unload the trunk.” She said her back turned on them.

“Kat! What did I just say?” Her father had a very displeased face.

“Mark, it’s okay. She’ll come around.” Alice comforted him. Kat let herself in the house before Mark and Alice got to the door. Kat stops as she walks in, she looks around and she just frowns. She sees wide open space; the room is plain and simple, earth tone.

“Do you two like the place?” Alice asks the both of them.

“Yes, nice and cozy,” Mark replies. Kat ignored them. She walked into the first room she saw and dropped her stuff there.

“I got my stuff, Mark you do yours.” Kat walked back into the room and slammed it.

“Young Lady! Get out here!” Her father yelled but she didn’t listen.  Alice walked over to him and gently tugged on his arm leading him to the couch.

“Mark. Dear, give her some time. It’s been a long day for her.” Alice comforted Mark. They leaned in closer to kiss one another.

“I haven’t even been in behind a closed door for five minutes yet and you’re already starting to make out?” Kat walked into the living room.

“It’s not like that.” Her father protested. Kat just rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. By the way, since we moved, I need to know when I’m going to school.” Kat had said.

“I planned ahead and so you can start tomorrow. The principal picked out your schedule so you don’t have to worry about that.” Alice told her.

“That’s very kind of you.” Her father smiled.

“Wow, I’m going to love it here!” Kat said sarcastically as she was walking back into her room.  Alice and Mark decided to go to sleep because it was really late, and hinted to Kat that she should too, but she didn’t listen.

The next morning Mark pushed Kat out of her bed and then walked out of the room. “What the hell!?” She stood up off of the floor and walked out.

“Breakfast?” Alice held out a plate offering it to her. She gave her a dirty look and shook her head.

“Hurry up; you got twenty minutes before we leave.” Her father reminded her. Kat walked to her room.

Writing Prompt #5

Prompt: It was random and silly and barely 1 o’clock in the morning, but they found themselves dancing in the darkened living room to no music and a whole lot of laughter. 


It was random and silly and barely 1 o’clock in the morning, but they found themselves dancing in the darkened living room to no music and a whole lot of laughter. Bash and Alex were drinking heavily to celebrate Bash’s accomplishment in getting a writing deal from his new publishing company. 

Alex had prided himself on making sure that Bash would receive an amazing deal just by giving him confidence. Bash stood up and walked in front of Alex and held out his hand. He took it and began dancing with him. He was awkward at first because he’s not used to doing weird, random things, but he wanted to with Alex. It wasn’t so bad after they started because it was just them, and he felt comfortable with him, especially in his arms. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” Alex whispered in Bash’s ear. He snuggled into his neck without a response. The silence was calming for Bash. The thoughts inside his brain ceased, at last; he felt at peace in a long time. He knew it wasn’t going to last long, but it didn’t care, he enjoyed it. He looked up at Alex and gave him a quick kiss. He didn’t expect him to kiss back as fiercely as he did. Bash pulled his hands through Alex’s hair, tugging a little, which he moaned in acceptance. Their lips moved in sync, moving their hands over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes, they stopped breathless.

“I love you so god damn much,” Bash gazed in Alex’s eyes. 

“I love you,” Alex kissed his forehead and smiled. The two began dancing again, this time with some alternative music from Bash’s playlist. By the time a few songs passed, they were so drunk and ready to pass out for the night. Alex was soberer than Bash, so while Bash couldn’t walk straight or take off his shoes, he helped him so he could comfortably sleep. Alex then curled next to him, and Bash woke slightly, enough to move to lay onto his chest and immediately fell back asleep.

Alex watched him sleep so peacefully. It has been a long while since Bash slept before him, not only that but so tranquil. He usually worries about him because he’s always so restless and tense, so being reassured allowed Alex to sleep more comfortably than usual.