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Writing Prompt #9

I shoved him. Hard. Hard enough for him to fall back.

I forgot sometimes, forgot how strong I’ve become. And it scared me.

A look of shock and betrayal crossed his face. But, I didn’t care. Not after what he did to me.

He forgot also. Forgot what they’ve done to me. Forgot how dangerous I’ve become, especially without control.

Forgot, forgot, forgot. What a lovely word. But it didn’t help us. Not now, not ever. It’s never helped anyone at all.

“Okay, just calm down,” he said, putting his hands out in a placating gesture.

I just snorted.

“I can see it you know, in your eyes. That you forgot about my powers. Maybe you want to remember that next time. That I’m not human anymore.”

Because when I get out of control, no one’s going to be able to stop me.

Writing Prompt #8

It seemed random. One person had magic, another person didn't. Even the people that had magic didn't know the pattern.

People tried to figure it out, tried to coerce those who had it out of hiding. They tried to kill them. "No one should have more power than others," they said.

But they didn't understand. They never could. But I knew. I found the pattern. I was one of them. And when the secret comes out, they all better run.

Writing Prompt #7

I woke up from my sleep in a cold sweat, confused as to where I was for a few seconds. Then it hit me. A prison cell. Still.

I could feel the damp floor through my thin shirt, keeping a constant chill deep within my bones.

“Finally, you’re awake.”

I whipped my head towards the source of the sound. I could barely make out his bright eyes through the darkness. There was something about them that seemed so familiar, so comforting. But I couldn’t grow attached, not after everything.

“What are you doing here?” I asked flatly.

“I love how excited you are to see me.” I just glared at him, and he sighed. “I’m just checking up on you. I mean, you look like shit, and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

A hysterical laugh escaped my mouth. Okay? I thought. He seriously thinks I’m okay after everything?

“Okay? What do you think? After everything, do you think I’m okay? And what could you possibly do to help me! You aren’t exactly the nicest person,” my voice taking on an edge to it.

“You know what they say about nice people,” he muttered.

“What?”

“You know what they say. They were originally evil, but were trained to be nice.”

I glowered at him. “Well I see you took that to heart.”

He smirked, his eyes flashing. “Oh darling, you really don’t know me, do you? They tried to train me, I just didn’t listen.”

Writing Prompt #6

Ring around a rosie.

We all know this rhyme.

“Innocent?” he asked smoothly, the ring on his finger glinting in the light. If only he came closer to me. “I think out of all of us here, we know you are the farthest from innocent.”

His bright, clever eyes stared at me evenly. It took all of my strength not to fidget from his gaze alone, not even mentioning everyone else around him also staring at me.

A pocket full of posies.

No, I thought, but that definitely didn’t come out of my mouth. Nothing even came out of my mouth. I was speechless about this whole situation. I touched my pocket, making sure it was still there.

He stalked toward me, his shoes making a tap against the wooden floor. He took my chin into his hand, tilting my face up, but I refused to make eye contact.

“So?” he murmured, his breath hot against my face, “you have anything to say for yourself?”

Ashes, ashes.

A breeze raced through the room from the open window, carrying with it ashes. They landed on my hand, my hair. It comforted me.

“Innocent,” I whispered.

His eyes flickered. He was so focused on me, nothing else, just me. Focused enough to not even pay attention to himself. He grabbed my wrists in a vise-like grip.

We all knew I wasn’t, but how else could I distract him enough to pull off the ring? The ring that I needed all along, but couldn’t see in the beginning.

We all fall down.

And, they all did. I touched my pocket and smirked.

Innocent.

"Innocent." He grinned, "Or guilty."

The jury stood, I tapped my pocket twice, the stone shook so softly only I felt it.

"Innocent," the first juror sounded dazed.

"Innocent," as did the next, I hid my smile as he whirled around to look at the jury box.

"Innocent!?" He roared, "In what realm, are they innocent?!"

He turned back to me, I slowly met his eyes. Time slowed down, he was looking at me with so much malice in his eyes, I was still desperately trying not to fidget under his cold, calculating, glare.

"You did something to them...I know it," he muttered, "Spit it out!! What did you do!?" He shouted, grabbing my collar. He raised me up, and I smirked, bad move on his part.

I took my chance, I swung up, dug my elbow into his pressure point, grabbed the ring off of his limp hand, and amidst the chaos of the room, I thrust my hand into my pocket.

I threw my hand into the air, the stone was clenched tightly in my fist. Channeling my energy into it, I felt a familiar rush go up my arm and into the stone. An explosion of light erupted in the courtroom, my hand at the center. I didn't have to suppress my smile anymore. They had all fallen for my plan.

As the light died down, I looked around. Putting the stone back into my pocket, I grinned at the crater where the courthouse used to be. Some of my best results yet. A groan came from behind me, I whipped my head around.

He had started to stir on the floor, my smile grew. I walked over and knelt by his head, and lifted it by his hair. He made a noise of pain, music to my ears.

"I warned you...don't mess with the roses."

Writing Prompt #5

The universe didn’t end how scientists predicted it. It ended with screams. The individual screams of people, that now, didn’t seem to be scary anymore.

The constant screaming of people who got Hit. Anytime someone was Hit, a scream. Completely random. It could be me next. You never know.

That was the only scary part that stayed with everyone. This has been going on for months now, but the only part that seemed to make everyone realize it’s still happening, were the screams.

And I happened to be next.

Writing Prompt #4

“You know what you can get me for my birthday?” I said, a sly smile crossing my face.

My friend had a knowing look on their face. They knew exactly what I wanted, and they were too tired of fighting with me to say ‘no’ again.

“A sword?” they guessed. Of course they guessed it right, it was written all over my face. But they didn’t understand. The sword isn’t just for show, I needed it. But, I couldn’t understand why. But not just any sword.

“A zulfiqar. I want a zulfiqar.”

Their eyes widened in fear, in fear of what I could do what just that type of weapon, especially with my training. But, they knew when I get it, they’d better run.

reblog if you dont scream at 5am

trying to prove a point to birds

Writing Prompt #3

A broken memory, one I couldn’t quite hold onto before it disappeared into the depths of my mind once again. It was like trying to catch a fish, you see it one second, you go to catch it, and then it’s gone.

I don’t know what it was about this memory that kept me trying to look for it and remember. But I do know I’ll do anything to get it back.

Writing Prompt #2

A beautiful Fae male appeared before me through a shower of leaves. He brushed off invisible dust from his clothes, with a gracefulness I knew I could never achieve, not with my human body. His dark eyes locked on mine, surprise flickering across his face, before retreating back into his calm exterior.

“And who might you be?” he asked, his voice something I could listen to all day.

I wanted to obey his every command, just so I could maybe earn a smile from this beautiful Fae male. But I knew I couldn’t. I’ve heard the stories, the legends about them, how dangerous they could be. But still, that didn’t stop my traitorous feet from moving closer to him.

A knowing smile crossed his face. He knew what his effect on me was, and I hated it. He studied me from head to toe, taking note of the weapons I was carrying, his calculating gaze making me squirm.

“None of your concern. I’ll just be on my way,” I said airily.

Before I could turn around, he was there, stopping me from continuing.

He held out his hand and purred, “But I didn’t quite catch your name?”

Oh, I know what game he’s playing. I’m a master at it. And he’s not going to win this time.

Writing Prompt #1

The hero tilted their head, a glint in their eyes the villain could not quite place. A smirk slowly spread across their face, a smirk that pulled the hero’s lips into such an inviting shape. A shape the villain couldn’t help but stare at longingly.

“Well you see, darling,” the hero purred, “I can’t kill you quite yet. I haven’t finished with you.”

The villain’s eyes widened at that, because death would be a much kinder fate than having to endure the hero’s constant teasing and torture for any longer.

“Now,” the hero said, their dark eyes sweeping across the villains face, “what game shall we play next?”

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Every one: You have to make time for yourself! me: *stays up until 1 am every night crying* Me time 😍💆

accidentally landed on my shoulder three times in a row. fun.

Is this not how it is?

Why must it make me sad whenever I finish a show or a good book