Day 25 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

Written in 30 minutes. My brain just didn't want to work with writing prompt. 

Writing Prompt #1,201

You are a 20-year-old woman working with your uncle at his logging company during the summer. It's not your ideal choice for spending your time, but it is a refreshing change in scenery for you. On your days off, you explore the nearby town and the surrounding woods, although you have been warned not to go out after dark due to the increasing number of wild animal attacks in the area. For the most part, you heed this warning. There isn't much to do anyhow, so you spend most of your time reading in the local diner. You make friends with one waitress who works there, a punk-looking girl with bright red hair and a combative attitude who wants nothing more than to leave the town. You become close. But a few weeks later, your friend goes missing. Despite your search, people have no idea where she's gone, some even claiming that they don't know her entirely. When she suddenly returns the following month, with a different attitude and an unfamiliar wardrobe, you are naturally suspicious. The more you look at her, the more unlike herself she looks. Where there once were freckles, there are none. The piercings she had are completely gone and have even healed without a trace. The worst part? Her eyes are an entirely different color. Convinced that this is not your friend, you decide to find out what exactly happened to her in an attempt to get her back — if she's not already gone forever.

‟Saph, how’s your mother?” I asking already know the answer. Her mother died over a year ago. She tilts her head to the left and looks me up and down.

‟You know she is dead, right?” She asks in a soft small voice, that’s definitely not Saph’s normal voice.

‟Okay. Where have you been the past month?” I ask just staring at her.

‟Around. I’ve already told you this.” She shrugs. I force myself to stay calm. I’ve called her out about not being Saph. She just shrugged it off and said She changed over this last month. Which it a possibility but it’s very unlikely. There has been a complete change in her. Hell, her eye color isn’t even the same. I don’t even know how people didn’t remember her? How did they not even know that she went missing for a whole month! Like in this small down are we that forgettable?

Day 24 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

Written in 30 minutes. 

Writing Prompt #1,118

Your parents own a small convenience store in the heart of the city in which you live and have always pressured you to carry on the family business. You don't mind picking up a shift or two every so often, but it is not something you want to do for the rest of your life. After a failed semester at your first year of college, you come back to work for your family while you figure things out. Your father tasks you with overseeing the nighttime deliveries. You agree, thinking nothing of it and assuming it's like any other delivery the store gets. He gives you the key to the back room—one you've never been in before—and leaves you to it. But when a tall, winged creature wearing a baseball cap climbs out of the delivery truck to get you to sign for the shipment, you realize your parents have been hiding something from you. You help unload your first shipment of magical potions, shelving them in the massive back room among the others, and realize this secret has been going on longer than you thought.

‟Wow, your new here.” The gargoyle looking creature says as he pull a clip board from within the delivery truck.

‟Goliath!” A male voice hisses from within the back of the delivery truck.

‟What? Just tellin it like I’m seeing it.” Goliath says back to the voice.

‟I don’t care, that’s not a nice thing to say.” The voice says again.

‟Then what should I say?” Goliath says and his head moving side to side as he talks.

‟UGH!” The voice says as I hear boxes being moved. ‟Give me a moment and I’ll talk to the person.” I hear more movement then I see a gray wing poke out from behind the truck.

‟I don’t know what you want from me, Cavier.” Goliath says as the other male comes closer. He hasn’t looked at me yet but for some odd reason I can’t take my eyes off of him.

‟I want you to be nice!” Cavier says snatching the clip board away from Goliath. I feel as if I am intruding on this. ‟Hello, Ma’am” He trails off the moment he looks up from the clip board.

‟Hello, Cavier?” I say more like a question than a statement.

‟Now, who’s being rude?” Goliath says snapping Cavier out of some trance and he elbows Goliath. 

‟We have the deliveries, you ask for.” Cavier says looking anywhere but at me. I narrow my eyes at Cavier.

‟I take it you, know where it goes.” I say straightening my spine. Cavier eyes go straight to my boobs which became more noticeable when I stood straighter. 

‟Yes, Ma’am.” Goliath says as he is watching Cavier and chuckles. I force my body to turn around but I still feel Cavier’s gaze on me.

‟Fuck.” I barely hear Cavier says behind me. ‟I mate her.” He whispers out and Goliath laughs.

‟Ya’ think?” He says. ‟Come on, let’s get this over with. I want to be back on the road in ten minutes.”

‟Why are you rush?” Cavier asks.

‟Because all she is going to bring you is trouble. I can feel it.” Goliath growls.  What the fuck? Is this guy bipolar? One moment he is laughing then he is growling. I hear a grunt but I walk to the room I’m now realizing that I’ve never been into. I slowly unlock it and I’m greeted by darkness. I fumble around to find the light switch and once I find it, I’m blinded for a second. When I’m able to see again I see a ton of magical potions on shelves. I just stand there staring at all of them. ‟Move.” He growls, making me jump and quickly move out of the way. The two men bring in a total of 8 boxes. Cavier stops in front of me with the clip board in hand.

‟I need you to sign the form.” He says offering me the clip board. As I take it my hand brushes against his hand and with the brief contact his turns the color of pale skin. He steps back away from me. ‟Please sign the form.” He says not looking at me. Goliath come back in.

‟What’s the hold-‟ He stops as his eyes land on Cavier’s hand. He seems to regain his bearings. ‟Cavier get out to the truck. I’ll take it from here.” Cavier rushes past me. Goliath takes the clip board from me and looks it over. ‟Sign it.” He growls. And I do just that. ‟Goodnight.” He says walking out of the storage room. 

Day 23 of 30 days of Writing Prompts

 Writing Prompt #1,058

You are in fifth grade when the dreams begin. You find yourself in a version of your hometown that is not quite your hometown. The people are the same, but they dress wildly, in colorful gowns and suits. The town itself is the same, but the buildings are different; the library is a castle, and the local supermarket is built into a large tree in the center of town. When you are in the dream world, no one pays you any mind until one day a boy your age whom you have never seen before realizes that you are not from here. He tells you he isn't either. In fact, he's been trapped here for years. It's up to you to help him—without getting trapped yourself.

‟What do you mean you’ve been trapped here?” I ask looking him from head to toe. He’s dressed in a powered blue suit that is snug to his body. ‟You look like you belong here.” I state. He throws his head back and groans.

‟You’d think someone from out of this world be smart enough to realize that I’m dressed this way to blend in.” He says and I sigh.

‟Well, you would think that someone claiming to not be from around here would show some proof.” I say in a sassy tone. He looks at me again. I raise an eyebrow and his shoulder sag. He sighs. I take a deep breath ‟I want to believe you but I have no proof.” I shrug helplessly.

‟Come with me.” He says as he turns away from me. Walking towards the edge of town. ‟Keep up.” He hisses.

‟Young Man.” A woman says stepping in front of us. ‟Hello, young lady.” She says curtsying in front of me. When she is standing straight up she looks at the boy in front of me. ‟Remember tonight the king is picking a new princess and prince. So, you two need to be back by night fall.” She says giving him a pointed look. ‟You missed the last one.” She looks towards me. ‟Your young lady is from out of town and if you bring here, he may forgive you for missing the last one.”

Day 22 of 30 days of Writing Prompts

Written in 30 minutes. 

Writing Prompt #1,207

You are a teenager who lives next door to an elderly man who has become your friend over the years. You help him out occasionally, watering his garden and chatting while he rests on the porch as well as walking his tiny, yet equally old Pomeranian every night. You both enjoy the company. Despite speaking almost every day, you realize that you know very little about your friend. You decide to interview him for a class project, and he agrees, leading you into his house. The walls are covered with newspaper clippings detailing disasters that were averted over the years, and he tells you that, as a young man, he had a very exciting life. When he leads you into the back room and you see an old superhero suit —one that's been at the center of many urban legends — you know you're in for a good story.

‟You’re the urban Cleaner?” I ask staring at the suit. Jason, nods.

‟I use to be.” He says

‟We need you to come back.” I say holding my notebook to my chest.

‟No, you don’t. The city is better off without my help.” He wheezes. ‟Here sit down.” He sweeps his hand over towards the desk with four chairs. I walk over and take a seat in one of the three chairs on one side. ‟Look, I know you believe that you guys need me but the truth is you don’t. When I was helping the police, the city was in pure chaos. I remember this one time. I just got to the downtown mall that day. I heard a woman scream. I ran towards the sound.” He says looking off into space.

‟What happened to the woman?” I ask trying to bring Jason back to the present, but he just kept staring. Was it really worse than it is now? People are being killed left and right. I don’t even think that he knows truly what’s going on outside of this little town. Someone needs to help them. ‟They need your help.” I say out loud.

‟I just made it worse.” He finally says. ‟Being a superhero brings out super villains. The criminals just want to be on the same footing as the ones charged to protect the population.” He says looking down at me. ‟Sarah, if you take anything away from this interview please understand that there is checks and balances.”

‟But people are drying out there. They need someone to protect them.” I say. Jason gives a soft smile.

‟Someone soon is going to step up. He just needs to work out the tech to help them.” He says cryptically. A flash of Kevin falling off his building with something that looked like wings that is made out metal.

‟Are you talking about Kevin?” I ask and he nods.

Day 21 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

As I was writing this I kept losing my train of thought. I also don't normally write stories about superhero's and or people working on tech things. So, sadly this one isn't going be as good as I would like. It was written in 30 minutes just like all the others. 

Writing Prompt #1,262

You have idolized superheroes your entire life and want nothing more in this world than to be one. When you move out of your parents' house, you decide to make your dream come true. You attempt everything: exposing yourself to radiation, getting hit by lightning, allowing every strange-looking spider you come across to bite you… but nothing seems to work. After several failed attempts and a few trips to the hospital, you are almost ready to throw in the towel. However, no matter how hard you try, you can't shake the feeling that you were meant for greatness. Then one day it dawns on you: You don't really need superpowers to protect the innocent from the forces of evil — you can be one of those superheroes who uses gadgets! You quickly download the best CAD software you can find, watch a few YouTube tutorials, and get to work.

‟Fucking hell, how do they do this?” I say while laying down on the ground. I just fell to the ground. ‟I followed the tutorials to a T. What went wrong?” I say trying to get up, but my body is in a lot of pain. I look up to the sky and sighed. ‟I know that this is something that I can I do! I believe I can do this.” I say to the sky. I force my body to roll over to my left side. I slowly push myself up. I need to do this.

‟Did you ever think that maybe your superpower is healing?” Someone says from behind me, making me squeal.

‟What do you mean?” I ask I slowly turn around. 

Day 20 of 30 days of Writing Prompts

Written in 30 minutes. 

Writing Prompt #930

During a business conference in the Greek islands, you hear a sweet and soft song floating on the air from a distance. You walk down the beach, following the sound, and find a woman in the water beckoning you to come closer. You move closer before sitting down on the beach to listen to her voice. Days pass and you become too weak to stand. Nevertheless, you remained entranced by this creature. Suddenly her singing shifts to crying, and she tells you that, although she is the last of her kind, she cannot bear to devour another victim. You vow to help her, not knowing if the love you have for her is true or is a result of the siren's curse.

 ‟Falling in love.” She sings but suddenly her singing turns into pleads. ‟Please leave before you die.” She pleads ‟I may be the last of my kind but I don’t want to kill another person. Please.” She begs me. I force my lips to part.
‟I’m not leaving you.” I state. ‟I’m in love with you.” I say trying to get my legs to move but can’t. She jumps into the sea and swims closer to me. She reaches out to me and I try to lift my arms for her but just like with my legs I can’t force them to move.  ‟Come closer. I can’t force myself to move.” She nods her head. I’m so thankful that it’s high tide. The water is just at my feet. She gets as close as her body will allow.

‟I don’t know what will happen the moment that I touch you.” She says to me. I don’t care what happens as long as I’m with her.

‟I don’t care. I’m just happy I get to be with you.” I say. ‟Kiss me, please.” She nods. Once her lips touch my I feel a wave of energy crash over me and I’m able to move my arm. I pull her closer. She pulls back from the kiss and lays her head on my chest. I felt different. I don’t why but I feel completely different. ‟Where do you live?” I ask her after what feels like forever.

‟Under the sea.” She sighs. ‟You can’t come with me. You won’t be able to breathe.”

‟How you guys reproduce?” I ask. She shrugs.

‟I was always told we take a male down to our home and use him to get us pregnant, but I don’t know how to do that.” She says and I look up to the sky and see it is still completely dark out.

‟Use me right here. You can use me right now.” I say without thinking.

“NO” She screeches.

Day 19 of 30 days of Writing Prompts

Written in 30 minutes

Writing Prompt #1,265

One evening, a young man knocks on your family's front door, seeking shelter from the brutal magic-fed thunderstorm. He is soaking wet and shivering from the cold, so you offer him blankets, a cup of tea, and a spot by the burning fire. He thanks you for your hospitality and tells you that he is on his way to the Kargrove Manor, the home of one of the wealthiest families in your county. You speak of your distaste for the Kargrove family and their varied businesses, making the wealthy wealthier and the poor poorer. The young man says nothing and, once the storm has subsided, leaves your home. The following day, you go to the town center to gather food and materials but are stopped when a large carriage comes clattering down the road. The townspeople part to make way for it, and whispers pick up as people gossip about the carriage's inhabitants. Suddenly, the carriage door opens right in front of you, and you stumble back and fall to the dirt ground to avoid being hit. Grumbling, you see a hand extend in front of your face, offering assistance. When you look up, you spot the familiar features of the young man you welcomed into your home last night as hushed voices rise to declare, "Mr. Kargrove."

Sophia feel into a deep sleep. Whenever, she falls into this sleep she is transported to the heavens to see her family. She is the only one left in her family. A loud knocking sound makes me jump and drop the book I was reading. The knocking sound comes again and I look toward my front door. Who could be at out here this late at night? Thunder rolls and lighting lights up the sky. Especially when this storm is being fueled by the Kargrove’s. The person knocks again. In my rush to get up, my book falls to the ground making a loud thud. I make it to the door to see a young man, soaked to the bone. ‟Oh. Dear. Come inside.” I usher him inside and out of the pissed off storm. ‟I think I still have some of my fathers clothes.” I say rushing off toward my parents old room. I rummage through their old dresser and find a pair of sweets and an tee. I grab a towel on my way out of their room. I really need to get their room cleaned out. They been gone for over a year. ‟The bathroom is right over here.” I say swinging my hand towards the bathroom door. I push the clothes and towel into his arms. ‟Get changed and I can wash your clothes so, that they are dry in the morning.” I say quickly. The man just nods and heads into the bathroom. I walk back over towards where my book is laying on the ground. I bend over and pick it up. I notice that in my rush to get to the front door I didn’t mark the page I was on. ‟Fuck, I’m going to have to search for it.” I say as I place the book on the table next to couch.

‟Thank you Ma’am.” The male says. I jump and squeak.

‟You’re welcome sir. It’s the least I could do since the Kargrove’s pissed off the storm with their magic.” I says offhandedly.

‟How do you know the Kargrove’s are behind the storm?” He asks.

‟Oh, that’s just.” I trail off. I look over at him and my heart stops. He looks so handsome. ‟It’s nothing. I’ve heard it on the wind.” I stumble over my words.

‟Ah, okay.” He says.

‟Here let me make you a cup of coffee, to help warm you up.” I rush into the kitchen, before my mouth can say anything else. After, I make the coffee, I take it out to him. ‟Here you go.” I say awkwardly. He gives me a small smile.

‟Thank you.” He says taking the cup of coffee. We spend the rest of the night in silence. I end up passing out on the love seat. When I wake up the next morning he is gone and the only thing here to say that the man was here is the folded blankets. I get up and realize that I have no food left in this damn house.

‟Alright, lets head into town.” I say into the empty house. I dress and start my walk into town. I barely make into town when a large carriage comes clattering down the road. The townspeople scramble out out of the way. Their whispers pick up as some people gossip about the carriage's inhabitants. Before I know the Carriage is right in front of me and the door is swing open causing me to stumble back and I end up falling to the dirt. ‟Fucking hell,” I grumble as a hand is extend in front of my face, offering assistance. Looking up at the face attached to the hand and I squeak out. ‟Sir.”

"Mr. Kargrove." I hear someone from behind me says and my eyes widen.

‟You’re?” I say.

Day 18 of 30 days of Writing Prompts

 Written in 30 minutes.

Writing Prompt #1,087

You and your mother work hard every day to keep your grain farm running in the height of the Great Depression. You feel connected to the land in a way you can't explain, and your mother is a genius at knowing just how to make the crops flourish. Beyond this great closeness to the land, your bond with your mother is unshakable. Life is peaceful and tough, but fulfilling. The only thing missing for you is romance, but you believe that, when it's time, it will come to you. One night, you wake to see a purple orb glowing in the fields. A powerful force compels you to get out of bed and go to it. It's the dead of night, but you can't help yourself. When you get there, you find a hooded man holding a long staff, with the light that led you there emanating from the top of the staff. You don't run or scream, but you can't understand why. Then he greets you by your name: Persephone. He tells you his master would like to meet you. He waves the staff and, to your shock, the ground opens beneath your feet, but you do not fall. Instead, you see a stunning gentleman on a chariot tied to a pair of majestic horses beneath your feet. He asks you to join him for a ride. Before you can reply, your mother's scream rips through the night.

‟JADE!” My mother’s scream rips through the night. I quickly turn towards our house. I see her running towards us. ‟Please don’t go!” I look back to the male sitting on the chariot. His hand out stretched out towards me. Then look back at my mother. She is at the edge of the hole that we are floating on. ‟Please don’t go with that monster.” She pleads with me. ‟You’ll never come back.” She says looking into the hole.

‟What do you mean?” I ask.

‟Come with me, my master really would like to meet you.” The man says.

‟You can’t have her. She’s my daughter!” my mother yells again. The man laughs.

‟You’re daughter? You’ve forgotten who the father is.” He says laughing. ‟You’ve made a deal that in order to have her.” He say pointing at my mother. Wait did he just say he knows my father? Isn’t my father dead? What the hell did my mother hide from me? ‟Now do you want to come meet my master?” He says pulling me out of my thoughts. 

Day 17 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

Written in 30 minutes.

Writing Prompt #1,100

You are walking down the street one day when you happen upon an upset dog with four small roller skates attached to his paws. You remove his skates, and the grateful dog licks you on the cheek before running away. The next day, you find your best friend's bike in a nearby bush with a flat tire. You bring the bike over to your friend's house, and he thanks you for finding it. That night, you see some sort of creature near your trash can. You go to investigate, only to find your girlfriend's broken charm bracelet at the bottom of the can. When more strange incidents occur in your town, you are convinced that the creature you saw is behind the mayhem, but your parents and other adults don't believe you. With the help of your friends, you decide to set a trap and see who—or what—is behind all of these pranks once and for all.

‟Come on. We should trap it. Think about how much money we would get for it.” Jake says as he reclines in my gaming chair.

‟I’m not wanting to sell it off to the highest bidder.” I say. ‟I want to see what it is. I want to ask why it’s been causing all this mayhem?” I look over a Jackson, who’s sitting on my beanbag and please with my eyes for him to agree with me.

‟I do have to agree with Xavier. While the money would be nice, we don’t know what this creature would do to us if we sold it.” Jackson says not look at either of us. I’m glad he agreed with me but I don’t like how he isn’t comfortable enough around us to he himself. He’s been in our group of friends for the last year and I pray that he will be more comfortable around us soon.

‟Come on. You guys are being chickens.” Jake says, now sitting up and look between us.

‟We aren’t being chickens just because we don’t agree with you.” I state. ‟But none the less I do want to trap it, just not sell it.” I say getting up off my bed. ‟Are you going to help me or not?” I say crossing my arms over chest.

‟Dude.” Chris says from my doorway. ‟You may want to trap it but I don’t think that’s a good idea since we don’t know what we are dealing with. Like is it powerful enough to kill us with just one look. What does it look like? Ya’ll want to jump into action with a plan is just going to get one of us hurt.” He says walking past me and plopping down on my bed. ‟So, if we are going to do this we need to foolproof plan.” He says and I sit down next to him. 

‟Okay, fair point. So, what do you think we should do?” I ask him.

‟Well, for starts what did it look like when you saved it?” Josh says from the floor.

‟Well, it looked like a big dog. I don’t know what breed it looked like because truly I didn’t think anything of it.” I say.

‟You didn’t think anything of a dog with not roller skate but four that fit his paws?” Chris deadpans.

‟Well, at the time I didn’t.” I defend.

Day 16 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

30 minutes to write this. Thank you again for taking the time to read my story from a writing prompt.

Writing Prompt #969

Desperate for tuition money, you stumble upon a flyer for a drug trial. Three weeks, easy money. Most likely you will get the placebo anyway, but even if you don't, there shouldn't be any lasting effects. Unfortunately, they lied. You wake up, but you aren't you anymore. Given your new shapeshifting abilities, the scientists who administered the drug trial perform experiment after experiment to see just how far your powers can go. Desperate to escape, you enlist the help of another captive with similar abilities. You find that you can speak telepathically to her, and together you plot your escape. As you work together, you discover there is more to her than meets the eye. Her father, a magical shaman from a far-away land, is behind the development of the drug. Now you have to decide if the woman you've fallen for is to be trusted or will eventually betray you.

What am I going to do? Sophia is a strong woman. I just don’t know that I can trust her, after all her father is the one behind this fucked up trial. She flat out stated that she understood his need to find out if there is someway to share the magic that they have with others, that was until he turned his research onto her. How can I trust her after she told me that?

‟Jack? Why did you pull away?” She asks looking over towards me. How do I answer that?

‟I’m needing time to think. I want to make sure that we get out of this place, with most of our faculty intact.” I say back to her. It isn’t a lie but it’s the complete truth.

‟Is that all?” She asks sounding like she is unsure.

‟Yeah, that’s all.” I lie. A feeling of sadness washes over me.

‟Okay.” She says. She takes a deep breath ‟I miss my family before this obsession took my loving family.” She says.

‟How different was your family before?” I ask. I hear her sniffle.

‟My dad use to care about people, but as the power within me started growing, he started to push me.” She stops for a minute. The silence sounds like this is very painful to remember. ‟Which caused my mother to get pissed at him. I would come home from the training covered in blood. With my dad pushing me, it would cause my nose to blood, but he didn’t care. Sadly, I got to watch his decline into madness. I because a test subject instead of his only child.” I hear her let out a sob. I don’t know how to help her while we are stuck in these damn cages.

Day 15 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

30 minutes to write this. Thank you again for taking the time to read my story from a writing prompt.

Writing Prompt #1,260

You feel like your coven has held you back your entire life, expecting you to follow rule after rule. It has never made any sense to you why witches, with all their power, go out of their way to repress it. That isn't how you want to live your life. You want power and to use your magic whenever and wherever you choose. One night, while the coven is out celebrating the sabbat beneath the full moon, you make your escape and head far away to the first bustling city you find. Right away you use your magic to extort every elected official you encounter, going unchallenged every step along the way. Within five years, you've used your magic to be elected mayor, with everyone of importance in your pocket. Life is perfect. Then one day you receive a letter in the mail, the words spelled out with letters cut out from magazines. The letter is blackmailing you over your witchcraft. Someone knows of your dark secret and wants to be paid off. Furious, you try to use your magic to discover who sent it, but you can't, which makes you realize someone possessing magic must be the culprit. Immediately you suspect your coven. Who else can possibly know enough to attempt to blackmail you? But you need more evidence. You hire an attractive private investigator to work the case, someone who knows about your kind and can get to the bottom of any situation. But what he uncovers is more than you bargained for.

I walk up to Mose Locater. I heir this guy to help me find my stalker. Through I don’t think he is going to find anything. I haven’t been able to find anything with my magic. But none the less I have to try it. ‟Okay, please tell me you found something about my family?” I ask Jake, the private investigator.

‟Sophia, your not really a witch.” He says flipping open the folder on the desk. ‟You’re a angel.”

‟I didn’t come to you for you to look into me!” I snap at him. ‟Also, If I’m an angle why don’t I have wings then?” I ask him. ‟Angles are elegant. I’m far from elegant! Even with all the training I’ve had.”

‟Well, I was looking for your stalker and then came across something that I couldn’t pass up looking more into. So, here’s the thing. You’ve be cursed. Your angle abilities have been locked away. You able to use magic but your not as powerful as you can be.” He says reading over a piece of paper.

‟How do I break the curse?” I say folding my hands in my lap. Something’s not right here. Why is he pushing this and not looking into my stalker.

Day 14 of 30 Days Writing Prompts

So, I had a story in my head for this writing prompt but as I sat down to writing it out. I'm not very good at writing fight scenes but I tried to write something close to a fight scene. So, we're going to see how this pans out. Hopefully you guys will like this. Thank you again for taking the time to read my story from a writing prompt.

Writing Prompt #1,138

You are a shy 17-year-old girl who spends most of her time online, particularly in VR chat rooms, where you find it easier to make friends. You are excited about Knight's Brawl, a VR game you've been waiting to play for months. The game allows you to explore an open world full of dragons and fantasy creatures and travel to different arenas to compete against other players. When someone in your online group chat offers you an exclusive beta-testing code, you jump at the opportunity. You boot up the game, and everything looks incredibly realistic. You swear you can even smell your surroundings. But when you enter your first battle and actually feel each blow, you know something is wrong. Only then do you realize that you are no longer playing the game, but are in it, and you — like the others trapped in the beta — have to fight your way to the top of the leaderboard if you want to escape.

"Mouse!” Someone yells from behind me. I quickly turn around and see TamEevee running towards me. ‟Help me!” I look past her and see three males chasing her. When she gets to me, I push her behind me and put myself in between her and the three males.

‟Whoa, what lets talk this out.” I say holding up both my hands. The male in the lead stops just in front of me. ‟She needs to pay for her discretions.” He growls.

‟What did she do?” I ask looking him in the eye.

‟She keep picking a fight and then hiding. She needs to finish what she started.” The male behind him says puffing out his chest.

‟Are you sure, she was the one picking a fight?” I ask letting the truth magic flow into my words. The male fights my magic but isn’t strong enough.

‟She would let take her out for dinner. She said I wasn’t worth her time.” He growls out and the other two males turn and look at the male.

‟You mean to tell me, all she did was turn you down?” The first male growls. ‟Jurl, answer me.”

‟Yes.” Jurl looks down at the ground. ‟She’s been flirting with me for the last three weeks. When I finally ask her out she turns me down! How dare she?” TamEevee squeaks.

‟I wasn’t flirting with you, dumbass.” She says.

‟You.” Jurl growls and tries to lung for her but the first male stops him.

‟I’m truly sorry for my dumbass friend. I’ll make sure he stays in line from here on out.” He says the last part glaring at Jurl.

Day 13 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

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Writing Prompt #1,056

Against your wishes, your father has sent you off to an all-girls boarding school in a remote part of the Midwest after moving for his job. You attend your classes and make a few friends, but one group of girls in particular strike you as odd. One night you see them silently sneak into the woods and decide to follow. You find them dancing around a small bonfire, singing in harmony. In the flames, you see the outlines of horses flickering, and within moments, real horses burst out of the flames. The girls mount them with glee and ride off into the forest. The next day you confront them about it and learn that they have been practicing magic from an old book in the library. You join in on the fun, but when you learn the origins of the book and the darkness that seeks to take it back, it is up to you to protect the book, your friends, and the school itself.

“Sage” Jade runs up to me. I turn around just in time to catch Jade in my arms. She may be the same age as me but she doesn’t look it. She has pink shoulder length hair, green eyes, pale skin and stand at a tall 4’3”. She is also the most energetic of us all. Following closely behind her I see Carly, who has a blonde pixie cut, with brown eyes, slightly tanned skin and stands at an even 5 foot. These two are never far apart. If you ever see Carly then Jade is withing 5 feet. They look nothing alike but they are siblings.

“Have you seen, Sophie, yet?” Carly asks and I shake my head.

“I just got down here as well. What’s going on?” I ask.

“Sophie, mom showed up this morning. She sounded pissed.” Jade says finally letting go of me. “She was yelling and it sounded like somethings where throw.” Worry makes my heart ache. Sophie’s mom is on the school board. I look down at Jade.

“What was she yelling about this time?” I ask Jade. Carly gives Jade a glare most likely trying to tell her sister to shut the fuck up. But Jade never listens.

“She was yelling about our club.” Due to the schools rules we have to be apart of a after school club. It was my idea to make a club called Blackwooden books. A play on the coven name we picked and the spell book. “She sounded very pissed that she joined our club and not a ‘normal’ club.”

“Jade.” Carly hisses and Jade rolls her eyes.

“Sage, should know about it.” Jade says

“It’s not our place to tell her.” Carly says and my heart plummets.

“Tell me what?” I ask and Carly sighs.

“Sophie’s mom is going to make her drop from the club.” Jade says.

“But the school will fail her for this quarter for dropping out of a club, this last into the quarter.” I say looking around trying to find Sophie. I spot Jazmen, Sophie’s roommate. I wave at her for to come over, as she makes her way over I notice a few other students watching her.

Sadly the time got away from me again. I need to figure out how to get what's in my head out into writing without focusing so hard on the spelling part of it. As always thank you guys for taking the time to read this.

Day 12 of 30 Days of writing Prompts

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Writing Prompt #1,156

Your father is a successful billionaire. For years his company has been on the forefront of technological innovation, always one step ahead of the competition. Unbeknownst to the public, his tech is derived with the help of sorcery. But he's not the only one who uses magic to get ahead. Your entire family is wealthy due to the assistance of the arcane, and you are even a bit of a celebrity because of this wealth. When it comes time to marry, your family expects it to be to a man of equal wealth and success. You, on the other hand, have found love in someone quite the opposite. He is humble and kind — a genius in his own right — but dirt poor. When your father finds out about your beloved, he becomes so furious that he turns the young man into a frog. The curse, he tells you, can only be broken by a princess. He explains that you can be that princess if you marry a Hollywood movie mogul who happens to have relations to royalty. You must make a choice: stay with your newly croaking beau and endure a lifetime of a slimy curse, or free him by breaking both of your hearts.

“HOW COULD YOU?” I scream as I storm into my father’s office. I wipe at the tears rolling down my face. “You turned him into a frog!” My father just smiles at me.

“I told you what would happen if you kept seeing” He takes a breathe. “that man.” He says with disgust. I growl at him.

“You cursed him because he is a better man than you’ve ever been!” I yell and he jumps up from his seat.

“You will not talk to me that way, young lady.” He growls at me as he starts walking towards. “I’ve worked hard to make our family what it is today. You will show me the respect I desrive.” He finally is standing in front of me. The smirk that slides onto his face makes my stomic drop. “The only way you can free him from the spell is by falling in love with a prince.” He says crossing his arms over his chest. I don’t believe him.

“I don’t believe that’s all there is to break the curse.” I say standing tall. The smirk turns into a full smile.

“You are learning. Your right through, there is more to break the curse. You need to marry the prince.”

“You want me to break his heart?” I ask dumbfounded. “Along with my heart?” He looks me up and down.

“Your heart will heal. I don’t give a shit about his.” He says with a shrug. “I’m only worried about how my family is taken care of.”

“He takes care of me. I don’t even know this prince, you speak of.” I say.

“He may have taken care of some of your needs but you’ve grown up with luxury and he would never be able to support that. You know that. It also doesn’t matter that you don’t know Prince James.”

Sadly the time got away from me with this one. Thank you guys for taking the time to read this.

Day 11 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

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Writing Prompt #918

As a fairy, you live in a hidden kingdom deep within woods. Most of your kind grow wings when they reach puberty. However, yours never grew. Now 20 years old, you are shunned by both family and friends. You watch sadly as the rest of your generation takes flight and chooses their mates while you are left on the ground, with no one to share your heart. Dismayed, you leave the kingdom and go elsewhere, hoping to find a wingless mate who will accept you. While on your search, you find a fairy who lost one of his wings during a battle. You aren't sure how he feels, but you instantly fall for him.

It’s been three months since my generation found their mates. No one wanted to mate with me because my wings never grew. When there was only male that didn’t find a mate. King James went over to him and asked if he was willing to mate with me. He looked me up and down. A look of distaste came over his face and he shook his head. “I would rather be mateless.” The male says and King James, nods. After hearing him says that I walked away from the party. I left the kingdom and haven’t looked back. I found myself laying down up against the trunk of huge tree.

I hear a male says. “Fucking hell!” and then a thud. I scramble up from the ground and around the tree. I see a male fairy crumpled on the ground. I get over to him and help him get to a sitting position. “Who are?” He asks sounding dazed. I don’t answer him because I’m staring at his one wing. I hear him groan and that pulls me back into my body. “Who?” He asks again then passes out. I’m the one to groan this time. I was planning on moving today. Guess that’s not happening. I plop down on the ground next to him. Before I knew it, I feel asleep.

I slowly wake up to someone brushing hair off my face. I hear a male voice say “Dear God, she is a beautiful Madam.” I open my eyes and see bright green staring back at me. I squeal and try to back away from him but I’m stuck between him and the fucking tree. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He rushes out while slowly backing away from me. He takes 4 steps back and just stands there. As I am freaking out I notice that he only has one wing. That pulls me from my freak out.

“What happened to you?” I blurt out.

He chuckles and sits down in the spot he stopped at. “I could ask you the same thing.” He says back. “But I lost my wing in the last battle of Fae. What happened to you?” He asks.

“Mine never grew.” I mumble out. He moves scoots closer.

“What? I didn’t hear you.” He says as he is right in front of me again.

“They never.” I trail off not looking at him.

“You can tell me. I won’t judge you.” He says reaching out and running a thumb long my cheek.

“They haven’t grown yet.” I say and he wipes his thumb along my cheek again.

“That’s okay.” He says. “No need to cry. In my kingdom, those without wings are held just as high as the king and queen.” I quickly look at him with shock.

“Really? I’m an outcast in my kingdom.” I ask.

Thank you guys for taking the time to read this. I hope it made sense to you guys.

Day 10 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

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Writing Prompt #1310

You can communicate telepathically with animals. It's a superpower you've had your entire life, one that your parents initially thought was just the result of an overactive imagination. Your sister is insanely jealous of your superpowers. Despite this, you both have gotten along fine over the years, growing up with little to no issues with each other. One day while walking in the forest, a random squirrel tells you that people have been going missing over the last few weeks. You ask other creatures in the forest, and they all tell you that something big is coming. "The forest is dying," they tell you. "The monster is here." You investigate further, asking more questions of the local animals. Eventually, they lead you to the edge of the forest and a construction site where scientists and workers alike congregate over the deepest hole you've ever seen. They leave for the night, but before you can make your way over, you see something crawling its way out. It is large and monstrous. As you watch, it shifts form — from animal to bird and finally settling on a human form. You then realize that it is your sister. Jealous of your abilities, she struck a deal with an entity that fed on her envy, gaining the ability to shapeshift. But this power is slowly killing her. You now have to find a way to free your sister from this creature's influence before it is too late.

“God Damn it, Skye! What did you do to get your powers?” My older sister, Sage, snaps at me. Her words constantly replaying in my head as I’m walking through the forest behind our family house. Why did I get a power and she didn’t? What different about me? Throughout my family history it’s always been the first born girl that gets one or more types of powers. For some reason, the goddess chose not to give my sister any powers. My mother, Sophie, has prayed about it but all she got back was something vague about Sage’s future. The thing is she never told me she was jealous that I had gotten the power to telepathically communicate with animals. Well, that was until last night when she came home drunk off her ass.

‘Skye!’ A higher-than-normal voice yells in my head. I look around and see a squirrel flying towards me. I smile and reach up catching the little squirrel. Racer is the name of this little squirrel. ‘Are you here to help find the missing people?’ He asks

‘Missing people?’ I ask confused. Racer nods.

‘They’ve been going missing over the last few weeks.’ He says as he nuzzles my chin.

‘I’ll try my best to help find them.’ I say.

‘Okay, I hope you find them. I’ll see you later. My mom wants me home before dark.’ Racer climbs onto my shoulder then takes off. I started walking my path again. I then come across a little baby deer and their mother.

‘Can I ask you guys a question?’ I ask them and they look up at me.

‘Sure. What’s up?’ the mother asks.

‘Do you guys know what’s going on around the forest?’ I ask and the baby deer backs away from me the mother deer looks down at the ground.

‘There’s something big coming. Our family is getting ready to leave the forest. It’ll be dead in less than a year if nothing changes.’ She says.

‘Mom! The monster is coming.’ The little deer yells and takes off running away from me.

‘What monster?’ I ask the mother before she can follow after her young. ‘Follow the broken trees and you’ll find it.’ She says and runs after the young. I do as she said to do. I eventually, find a construction site. I notice a few people in white lab coats standing around a hole. I sit down just inside the forest, hidden from the other but still can see what’s going on.

Thank you, guys, for taking the time to read this. I hope it made sense to you guys.

Day 9 of 30 Days of writing prompts

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Writing Prompt #794

Something about the new guy in school intrigues you. A loner yourself, you can't fight the magnetic draw you feel to him whenever you lock eyes. One rainy night, while driving home, lightning pierces the sky, enveloping the new guy as he stands on a hill. Worried that he may be hurt, you race up the hill to find his body crackling with electricity. He is overcome with emotion and reveals that he is a Nephilim. The reason you feel connected to him is because you have loved each other for years. His father, the God of all Gods, wiped your memory to keep you apart because it is prophesied that together you will have a powerful child who will rule the Heavens.

I groan inwards as I realize that I’ve been staring at Xavier again. I can’t even believe that this new guy has captured my attention so thoroughly that everything just fades away into the background. I throw my head backwards in frustration as the bell rings signaling the end of Math class. I slowly pack up all my stuff. “Miss. Moore, can you please come to my desk?” Mrs. Fan asks looking over at me. I groan again. I stand up leaving my stuff at my desk.

“How can I help you?” I ask as I get to her desk.

“What’s been going on? You’ve never been this distracted, before.” She say showing me the test from yesterday. She raises her hand to stop me as I open my mouth to talk. “Yes, you normally don’t talk in class, you also don’t do well in groups but you’ve never gotten anything less than a B on any test.” She shows me the test again. A big red F was at the top of the paper. “You failed this last test. What’s going on?” She asks again.

“I don’t know.” I told her honestly. “I will do better.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything that’s going on. You know that right?” She says. She wouldn’t understand what I am going through. I was abounded at the age of 5. I don’t remember anything before the age of 5. I didn’t even have anything to take to the first foster home. I was found just outside the forest with nothing. I didn’t even have clothes on. She wouldn’t understand what I go through on any given day. But none the less, I nod at her.

“Am I free to go?” I ask trying to hide the anger that was slowly taking over me. She sighs but nods. I turn back towards my desk.

“I’m going to let you make up the test tomorrow during lunch.” She says I hear her push her chair back and the creak of her chair. I grab my things and rush out the door before she can say anything. I make it to the front doors. Fucking hell, I want to scream. It’s pouring down rain. I look around and see no one. Fucking hell. I need to get the house. I have to cook dinner. I rush out into the storm and it takes me less than two minutes to get to Sophia’s, My foster sister, old car. Once I get into the car, it dawns on me that I have to stop by the store. We don’t have anything for me to cook.

“Fucking hell!” I say smacking the steering wheel. “I just want to be good enough.” I turn on the car and head towards the store. Once at the store I rush inside.

“Hello, Ma’am” a young lady says to me as I rush by her. I spend three hours shopping. By time I was done shopping the storm has calmed just a little bit. Enough for me to get the groceries out to the car barely getting wet. As I drive home passing the forest that I was found at. I notice Xavier walking towards a hill. The Lighting lighting up the sky and the thunder rolls. The next thing I know lightning pierces the sky, enveloping Xavier. I slam on my breaks the car sliding a little bit before coming to a full stop. I burst out of the car and just make it up the hill as my legs give out. I look up at Xavier. The electricity is crackling around his hold body. “What? What just happened?” I stammer out.

“Mi Amore.” Xavier says leaning down in front of me. “You finally notice me.” He says reaching out. The electricity envelopments me. I feel warm and loved. “Thank the gods. Well, not my padre.” His hand is on my check.

“What are you?” I force out.

“I’m a Nephilim. You, my love, are one as well. Come back to me.” He says kissing my forehead. “Your mine.” He says. “Now remember.” He whispers. As the words leave his lips, memories take over my mind. His father yelling at us because we were prophesied to make a child who will be the one to save the heavens and rule it. Due to both Xavier and I refusing to stop seeing each other, his father said then I have no choice. He reached for me and then everything goes black. Then I woke up at the edge of the forest.

“I’m yours.” I hear before everything goes black.

Thank you guys for taking the time to read this. I hope it made sense to you guys.

Day 8 of 30 Days of writing Prompts

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Writing Prompt #864

Raised in an orphanage, you know nothing of your magical heritage. However, when you reached the age of maturity, you discovered that you possessed the powers of both the light and the dark. You don't know how your dark powers came to be, but they could get you killed by the magical enforcers: a group sworn to remove black magic from the world. That's why you fled the orphanage in the dead of night and never looked back. You survived on the streets, using your wit and your grit as well as a little bit of your dark powers, but only when absolutely necessary. Now an adult, you still remain in the shadows, keeping to yourself. One fateful night you stumble across an attempted murder. You refuse to watch an innocent man be killed. With no choice but to use your dark powers, you save his life. Little do you know that the handsome man you saved is, in fact, a magical enforcer.

“I’m going to finish you off.” I hear a male growl. Is he talking to me? I quickly look around. I spot two men fighting in the alleyway to my left. One of them with reddish blonde hair. The other one has dark brown. “You can’t take me.” I hear the same voice say as I see the male with the reddish blonde hair collapse to the ground. Before I even know what I am doing, I yell into the Alleyway.

“Hey, Asshat.” The dark brown haired male turn towards me. He eyes me up and down then turn back towards the male on the ground. I growl at being dismissed so easily. Before I can over think it, I’m storming my way down the alleyway. “How dare you try and kill an innocent man.” I snap at the male pulling on my dark magic. The male turns back towards me with a sly smirk.

“What are you going to do to stop me?” He says mockingly as he lifts a finger and points it towards me. I feel a ball of light heading towards but my dark magic protects me without even a thought.

“This is what I’m going to do about it.” I say as I pull a little more on my dark magic and fling a little bit back at him. It’s not enough to kill him but enough to show him not to under estimate me. Once the dark magic hits him he looks stunned, then he does another look over me. He turns and takes off running. He’s out the other side before I’m even able to do anything. I rush over to the male on the ground. I fall to the ground next to him. He’s still breathing which is a good thing. I place my hands on his chest and pull on my light magic. I push it into him to heal him. As soon as I pull my hands back the male sits up and his fists fly up to protect his face.

“Where did the magic user go?” The male ask looking around the alleyway. His fists slowly lower to his side. “Fuck, he got away.” He hangs his head. “The magical enforcement is going to tan my hide.” Oh fuck, did I just save an enforcer? I slowly back away from him. He finally turns and looks at me.

“Please don’t kill me.” I whimper out.

Day 7 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

 I can't believe how much I was able to write in the 30 minutes I had this time. Truly felt like 30 minutes took forever but at the same time it wasn't long enough.  

Writing Prompt #874

On your eighteenth birthday, you notice unexplainable things happening around you. Objects seem to move if you squint at them. Faint, golden sparks seem to shoot from your fingertips. Dreams of a handsome stranger with violet eyes plague you at night. At first, you chalk it all up to your imagination, but a week after your birthday, the mysterious stranger from your dreams approaches you and reveals that you are a high-born fairy who was hidden in the human world as a baby for your protection. You are now coming into a powerful arsenal of magic and are destined to be the ruler of a fairy kingdom that will fall apart if you continue residing in the human world.

“Aurora,” my mother says in a sing song voice as she comes bouncing into my bedroom. “Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl.” She says pulling off my blankets. I groan and roll over trying to find warmth to stay asleep. “Come on. I know mornings aren’t your thing, but Your father and I made you breakfast.” She says as she sits on my bed next to me.

“I don’t wanna get up,” I whine trying to push her off my bed. “It’s my birthday. I should be able to sleep in.” I grumble when she doesn’t budge. Her laugh rings out throughout the room. “Mom.” I whine again.

“My baby girl is 18 years old today.” My dad says coming into my room and I groan louder. “Come on. Your breakfast is getting cold.” He says and my mom giggles. I look over at him and see a little bit of baking flower on his face. I burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” He asks.

“You have baking flower on your face.” I say while laughing and pointing at his head. He starts laughing along with us.

“I’m going to miss this.” My mother says wiping tears from her face.

“What are you going to miss?” I ask after catching my breath.

“You’re leaving for collage next week.” My father says. “You’re basically moving out on your own.” He looks over at my mother with a sad look. “We want you to go to college at the same time we don’t want our baby girl to leave the nest.” He explains.

“Alright, enough sad things for now. Let’s celebrate.” My mother says standing up from my bed. “Let’s go.” She says grabbing my hand and almost pulling me off my comfy bed.

“Okay. Okay. Can I get dressed?” I ask looking down at my tank top and shorts. I look back up at my parents and see my mother shaking her head. “What? Why not?” I ask.

“Because you’ll take forever and then you won’t eat anything.” My mother says. “Now, come on.” She waves for me to follow them. I groan but none the less follow her.

I wish I could freeze this and make it last forever. As soon as that goes through my head everything around me freezes. I bump into my father, but he doesn’t move. “What the fuck?” I say as I move in front of them and wave my hands in their faces. “What just happened?” I panic. “Mom, Dad.” I barely squeak out as the panic starts taking over. What did I do? Did I do this? How do I fix this? I want them to be able to move. Just as that flies through my head. They move forward. As they move forward, they bump into me making me fall onto my ass. They look down at me.

“How did you get in front of us?” My mother asks as my father extends his hand out to help me up.

“I have no idea.” I say as I let my father pull me up from the ground. “Let’s get this day going.” I say faking excitement. I don’t think that I can tell them what really happened. Why do I feel like I can’t tell them? I’ve never kept anything from them. Why do I feel like I need to start hiding anything now?

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It’s been five days since my 18th birthday. I’ve had things fly towards me when I squint at the item. If I get overly emotional (any emotion) golden like sparks fly from my fingertips. The most unexplainable then is my dreams. I keep dreaming of a handsome man with violet eyes, reaching out for me. He says “Princess, it’s almost time for you to come home.” Once he is standing in front of me, he says, “I’ll come and get you when it’s safe.” Then I wake up. I’ve been having this damn dream every night since my birthday. I leave for collage tomorrow. My mother has been fretting over everything that I’ve packed. Every time she frets, I try to calm her down, but it never works. I’m laying down on my bed just staring at the stars on my ceiling. I sigh as I hear footsteps coming towards my room. “Aurora.” My mother says knocking on my door. “Can I come in?” She asks.

“Sure.” I say sitting up. “What’s up, mom?” She just looks at me.

“You know your where adopted, right?” She asks looking down at her hands.

“Yes, why?” I say. It was kind of hard not the know that when I look so different from them.

“Well, the college you are heading to is in the town we found you.” She says while ringing her hands. I stand up and make my way over to her through all the boxes.

“You know that I love you. You're always going to be my mother.” I say as I pull her into a hug. She starts sobbing. Now, I know why she has been fretting over everything. She feels out of control. “I will always love you. No need to worry about that.” I pull back and look at her with a smile. “Now worrying if I pass all my classes is completely different. That’s one I would recommend you worrying about.” I joke and she laughs through the tears. “Now, I need to get to bed. I got a long drive tomorrow. I love you.” I say to her as I turn to make my back through the boxes.

“I love you too. Sleep well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” She says shutting my door. I hear her retreat towards her room. As I lay down on my bed I fall into a restless sleep. Dreaming of this man.

Day 6 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

I set a timer for this one but I keep getting interrupted, so it really took me three hours to writing a story for this writing prompt.

Writing Prompt #1,103

Your wife has recently taken up a job as a pharmacist in your small town. It's a straightforward job, and she's well beloved by the locals, but you sense that she is unhappy. A few months into the job, she starts staying later and later at work, sometimes coming home in the wee hours of the morning. You become suspicious, thinking the worst. One restless night, you decide to pay her a visit at work. You roll into the parking lot near midnight and see that the lights are on inside the pharmacy. You go through the back door and find your wife behind the counter mixing some sort of concoction in a huge cauldron while the other pharmacists stand around her. You have just discovered the local coven.

Jason, are you sure this is the best idea to do? I think to myself as I drive to Sophia’s job. She’s never given me any reason not to trust her, but why would she be staying at the pharmacy for hours after the place closed. I need to know what’s going on. She is doing something that she doesn’t want feel she can tell me about. I don’t like it. I want her to be able to talk to me about anything. Whither or not I will believe in what she is talking about doesn’t matter to me. I just want her to be able to tell me anything. As I pull up to the pharmacy, I notice that all the light are light on in the building. What the fuck is going on? I spark in the farthest parking spot away from the door. Dear god, please don’t let me find someone else pleasing my wife. I send up a pray to whatever god is up there watching over us. I slink around the side of the building. Fucking hell I feel like a damn creeper, right now. As that thought flows through my mind I feel a wave of calmness wash over me. As if whatever I’m about to see is going to be Okay. I put my ear to the back door and I don’t hear anything. Why the fuck would I hear anything through a steel door. Goddamn it, I’m a dumb ass at times. I slowly open the steel door and I have a line of sight to the front counter. Just off to the side of the counter I see red hair blowing around, like a fan is moving it. I step farther into the back of the pharmacy. I then see my wife standing over what looked like a cauldron. She is pouring something brown into it. I finally pull my eyes from my wife and I notice there is about 8 other female pharmacists standing around her. I gasp and that sound breaks whatever peace they have. They all turn towards me. Sophia’s eyes widen as they fall onto me. “Wh-What?” I stutter out.

“Jason.” Sophia whispers out. She starts looking around at the other females as if she is asking what she should do.

“What are you?” My brain is frozen not wanting to process what I am seeing in front of me. “Are you cheating?” My own question sounds hopeful to my ear. I wanted her to be cheating? The red head starts laughing.

“We, might have fried his brain, girls.” She says barely able to speak because she is laughing. “No, sir. Your beautiful wife, isn’t cheating on you.” She says once she gathers himself.

“High Jaden?” My wife asks.

“There’s no reason to hide it from him, now, is there?” The red head sweeps her hand towards me. “We can’t spell him to forget. Else he’ll forget you.” She says.

“Okay.” My wife softly says while nodding her head.

“So, your Jason.” Another woman says and I nod my head. “Well, then. Welcome to the hard ridge Coven.” She says bowing in front of me.

“He is the first man, to find out about us.” Another women snaps out. “You promised that no man would ever know about us!” She steps up to Jaden.

“Carly, this isn’t something that can be planned.” Another woman says placing one of her hands on the woman’s shoulder. “It’ll be Okay.”

“No.” She screams and everything goes back.