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.

Writing Prompt #4

Prompt: I stood in the front of my apartment, two feet from the sidewalk, and peered down into the sinkhole that appeared overnight. 


Jasmine stood in the front of her apartment, two feet from the sidewalk, and peered down into the sinkhole that appeared overnight. She stood there for a long while, waiting as if something would happen, but nothing did.

“It’s time.” A voice came from behind her. She felt a hand touch her shoulder which made her shiver. 

“I know,” she said flatly. She gave a long exhale and turned around. She faced the tall, dark man, and reached out her hand. “It’s been a pleasure, sir.”

The man didn’t say anything nor did he lend out his hand. Instead, he pushed her so she would fall inside the sinkhole. Jasmine didn’t let out a scream, she had prepared herself for what was to come. She let her body fall, she felt free for the first time in a long while. When she was nearing the bottom of the whole, she braced herself from impact, expecting to crash onto a hard floor. Instead, something stopped her inches from the floor, allowing for her body to stand up on her own, letting her feet touch the floor. 

“Welcome, we’ve been expecting you,” a dark shadow appeared in front of Jasmine. 

“Hello, father,” She greeted him. Her voice echoed throughout the cave. She could hear water dripping from behind her. Her eyes gazed upon the waterfall as she turned to look where the noise was coming from. The water was shimmering as it was falling down and through the stream. 

“Are you ready?” Her father questioned her, waiting for her to turn back around to face him. After a few seconds, she turned around and looked in his direction. 

“I’m ready to come home,” Jasmine assured. Her father gave her a nod, and she walked up the steps to meet her father’s hand, and they walked into the darkness.

Writing Prompt #3

Prompt: “I cannot believe you stabbed me with a knitting needle.” 


“I cannot believe you stabbed me with a knitting needle,” I say jokingly. My grandma looks over at me and shrugs. 

“Oh you’ll be fine, my dear,” she cooed. I watch her needle thread in and out of the fabric, flowing perfectly. I love spending time with my grandma, she’s always brought me comfort, even if I didn’t know I needed it. She’s always been there for me, especially since my parents are usually absent.

We usually spend our afternoons baking or watching a day time television show because I had to be at school during the day. I didn’t really talk to anyone at my school or outside of it, so my grandma was my best friend.

“Honey,” she called for me once I was in the other room. “You better not let that bread burn, or you’ll have to make it again. You know how long it takes to make.” She reminds me. I have been baking with my grandma all day because she has an event in the next few days with her friends, but bread is the one thing that takes the longest to make because of letting it rise. 

After a long afternoon of baking, doing my homework while grandma knitted, it was time for me to leave. I was always sad when I had to because my parents wouldn’t let me stay the night or move in with her. They told me that if I did, they would never see me and that I needed to spend time with them when they were available.

I didn’t resent them for making those decisions for me. I think it’s probably best to give my grandma some time alone because everyone needs it; also because I have a good relationship with my grandma and spending all my time with her could start some tension. 

“Bye, Grandma!” I yell to her in the other room as I leave. I walk to the car and my dad drives away once I get settled. 

Writing Prompt #2

Prompt: “I don’t care if you panic, just panic quietly.”


“I don’t care if you panic, just panic quietly,” She whispered. She held her gun tight in her hands, close to her body.

“I’m sorry,” I respond. My heart was beating immensely. The adrenaline was rushing through my body, and I’m still not ready. I look over to Marcy who’s determined to get the job done.

“On my count, we’ll go.” She begins to count, “One.” I can feel my chest rise. “Two.” I stop breathing. “Three!” She shouts, and we turn to bust down the door.

“Sit down!” I hear a women yell. I can’t tell if it’s Marcy because I can’t focus even though  I know she’s relying on me to help her. I try to shift my focus to what was happening.

A man was sitting on the edge of the couch, frantic, holding his hands up slightly. A woman was doing almost the same, except she was crying hysterically. I didn’t even realize I had my gun pointed at the man until he looked me in eyes and pleaded for me not to shoot. My heart sunk.

“Adam!” Marcy called for my attention. I snapped my head to look in her direction but held my hands steady. “I’m going to go look for it. If they move or anything, shoot them.” She said firmly and went into another room. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn’t concentrate very well. My arms moved from the man to the woman every time a saw them move even a little bit.

“What are you looking for?” The man asked hesitantly. I looked over at him.

“Something you stole,” I vaguely answered him. “Marcy, do you need help?” I questioned her. I heard no come from another room. I was getting tired of hearing the woman weep, and them whispering, “please.” My guilt was flooding in, but I knew I had to hold my ground until Marcy was done.

“Please don’t kill us,” The woman pleaded. “We have children!” Doing this already built a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I cannot even remember how I got forced into this situation to begin with.

“Adam! I got it!” Marcy waved the manilla envelope in the air.

“Now, let’s get out of here,” I demanded. She turned around and smiled at me.

“Oh, honey.” She gave me a sympathetic look. Before I knew it, I heard a gunshot, and everything went black.