I got Burned

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I snuggle close to him while waiting for the poison to kill me. He doesn't know I was poisoned, and I will never tell him because he deserves happiness. I was to kill him and not myself, but I couldn't do it at the last minute. So, I swapped his vodka with mine and finished all of it in one go. We made love a few hours afterward, and soon after that, I started to feel the effects of the poison. I convened him to cuddle on the couch. I told him early in our relationship that I was sick and wouldn't live long. That's how I got close to him, but I've always been told that you will get burned if you get too close.

"My love, it's time for you to head hme. My father is going to be here soon." I say pushing up away from his chest.

"Sophia, I think it's time we tell him about us." He says pulling me back to him. I hold back the tears that are briming.

"We can't just yet. He doesn't want anyone around me until the treatments are done. We have three more before, we can tell him after the last one. I promise." The poison will kill me in about 11 minutes and I need him gone before that.

"I'm holding you to that, my love." He says hugging me and then grabbing his coat. "I love you so much." He kisses my forehead and walks out the door. As the door closes I let out a sigh. I lay down on the couch as my boss walks into the living room.

"Why did I just watch out tagert drive away?" He snaps walking over to me.

"Because he wasn't the man you wanted dead." I whisper out. "I won't live long enough for you to have me kill him." I sit up. "I drank the poison that was for him." I say as I fall back on the couch and stop beathing.

Sadly I couldn't finsish this story because I kept getting stopped while writting, and I lost the story.

Revenge Background

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I plan on making this into a book. What is typed in this and any following blog posts related to this story is a rough, unrefined draft. When this becomes a book, significant differences, and more detail will be added. Also, I do not plan on posting the ending of this story. The name might change a few times, but regarding the blog posts, it will remain Revenge.

Third-Person Point of View

Justice and Sarah were in the woods going for their weekly run. That week, Justice wanted to go to the waterfall on the edge of the pack land. Since Justice and Jackson are part of the elite fighters for the Moonlight pack, They thought it would be safe to go to the waterfall. Also, it has been a long time since there have been rogue attacks. They found an excellent spot to picnic on the edge of the pond the waterfall flows into. As They were finishing up and Justice was packing everything, Sarah saw someone walking up towards them. So, Sarah asked, "Mommy, who is that?"

"Get behind the rock," she says

"But mommy-"

"No, but let's get behind that rock." Sarah runs behind the most enormous rock as Justice shifts into her big brown wolf, who has white paws. It is rare to have a big brown wolf with white paws because it means they are stranger than an average alpha. Justice would be the Alpha but stepped down to let her brother take over. Justice takes a fatal hit and falls to the ground, making Sarah run over to her mother. Sarah hugged her and told her to wake up. She won't wake up.

"Wake up, Mommy. You can't leave me." Justice's lifeless body lays there as her 8-year-old daughter, Sarah, shakes her body. Her brown hair grows darker as the blood flows into it, and her eyes are wide open, staring at where Sarah was hidden as she died. Sarah shot up and took off, running back toward the pack house. Screaming her head off, "Help, Help my mom. She is hurt really bad." The pack doctor runs up to her.

"Where is your mommy?" The Pack doctor asks

"At the waterfall," Sarah says, pointing back where she came from.

"Ok." With that, the pack doctor ran off in the direction she came from. Two hours later. She is being dragged into the cellar. Within ten minutes of being pulled into the cellar, she was tied to a chair and hit repeatedly because they thought she killed her mother. The pack doctor came in and said, "She died of an attack by another wolf."

"So you didn't do it." Alpha Caleb said.

"That is right, alpha," Sarah said.

"Could you describe what the wolf looked like?" Alpha Caleb asked.

"Yes. The wolf was black with white ears, and the paws were golden blonde." Sarah Said with tears rolling down her face.

"There's only one wolf I know that resembles what you described. Your uncle." Alpha Caleb said.

"my uncle?" She asks

"Yes. I mean your dad's brother." Beta Jack says, looking over at Alpha.

"Dad doesn't have a brother," Sarah said, looking at the beta.

Yes, he does. You didn't know about him because he is a rogue." Alpha Celab said, looking pissed.

"But why would he want to kill my mom?"

"I don't know sweetheart." Alpha Celab says, and she starts crying again. She was always a mommy's girl. When she got home, she found a note from her father.

Dear Sarah,

I am so sorry for leaving you like this, but I can't stand to stay here and raise you because you look and act like your mom. I will always love you. I will miss you. I hope to come back someday.

Love your dad

All she wanted was her father. The only parent she had left. He ran because of the pain from his mate's death.

In this part, Sarah is 8 years old. The next part will be 8 years after all this happened and will be Sarah's P.O.V. 

The Hidden Family Secret

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"Grandpa. I want to see Mom and Grandma," I say, stepping back away from the stairs.

"You know I can't let you do that," he says, pushing back from the table and standing up. "Kay, I need you to understand that it is not safe to see them."

"Why not. You told me that My mom and grandma are in a mental hospital? what is so unsafe about it?" I stare at him. How is it fair to keep my mother's only child away from her? How is it fair to keep me away from my mother? She never hurt me.

"It's not safe," he says again, raising his hand and holding the door. "I will never let you see them. They are not safe to be around. You need to stay with me. I can't let anything happen to my only family." he says, closing the door. I stare at the now-closed door. The only family?

"My mom and grandmother are your family as well," I yell at him through the closed door. "I'm not the only family you have." The door swings open, making me take a step back.

"Not after what they did." He growls out, and I stare at him. Why can't he tell the truth instead of giving me this damn runaround?

"What did they do so wrong?" I ask, stepping closer to him. He looks down at me with so much anger in his eyes.

"You are so much like your mother when she was your age. Thinking she needed to know everything, but just like her, you don't need to know everything," he growls, turns, picks up his plate off his oak desk, and walks right past me into the kitchen. I follow him as he sets the plate down in the sink. "You just need to trust that I know what is best for you."

"Why can't you tell me the truth? I am old enough to know what they did. After all, it is my mother. I'm also 20 years old." I yell, getting pissed. I'm tired of being told I need to trust him. How can I trust someone who won't tell me the truth? He turns around quickly and walks towards me. Stopping in front of me. If I wasn't pissed off, I would've seen that I pushed him too far again.

"You are not to yell at me." he snaps, yanking me off the ground by my arm. "I am the adult, and you are the child. You need to understand your place." he drops me onto my feet, making my knees give away from underneath me. He slaps me and crosses my face as I struggle to keep my balance. My eyes widen as the stinging starts, tears falling down my face. He looks at me and says, "I know more than you do I know things that they did. Things that you will never know about as long as I am breathing, " then he storms out of the room. He just hit me. All I want to do is to see my mom.

Is that so wrong? I lean against the door frame, trying to keep myself from sobbing. I hear the front door open and then slam shut. I'm alone. I walk towards the stairs with my head held down. I can't even look around the stairs. There are so many photos of me as a child, happy. I was always smiling, hardly ever sad. When I get upstairs, I look at the bathroom door; I should see what damage he has done to my face this time. I don't want to look, but I must splash water on my face. As I walked into the bathroom, I looked into the mirror and saw a faint handprint on my left cheek.

Shit, that's going to bruise. I splash water onto my face and grab a hand towel. As I dab it on my face, I wince as I dab it over the bruise. I walk into my room and let myself fall onto my bed. I roll up, making myself a burrito with my black fuzzy blanket. I let myself sob, not holding back anymore. Why did he have to hit me? Did I do something so wrong that he couldn't hold back and not hit me? I feel myself dozing off. "Kay, please wake up." I hear my grandpa's broken voice in my sleep. There was a soft knock, and then the door opened.

"I don't want to talk," I mumble. I regretted it immediately when my blanket was taken from me. I snap up into a sitting position. "What? I'm not allowed to sleep either?" I growl. He bows his head. Why can't I just be nice to him after he is an ass to me? I feel myself feeling like shit. I shouldn't growl at him. He looks so sorry.

"I'm sorry for earlier. I don't know what came over me." He sounds like he is trying to hold back tears.

"Okay. Your point is?" I keep my voice as clear as I can. Hurt flashed across his face. "Are we done?" I say, taking a deep breath so I don't cry.

"No, we are not done. I need you to come with me." My grandpa walks towards my door. Ugg. I look at the clock; it reads 2:30 a.m. What the Fuck? "Watch your mouth, young lady."

Oh shit. I said that out loud. "I'm sorry," I say as I leave my warm bed. The moment my feet hit the hardwood floor, I started freezing. I follow behind him. "Where are we going?" I ask as we walk downstairs.

"You want to know what they did? I'm going to show you," I pause as he says this and walks out the front door. What the hell changed? He was hell-bent on me never finding out. The curiosity of finding out overtakes me, making me follow him outside. I wrap my arms around me when I get outside as the cold winter breeze flows across my body. I look around and past someone, but my eyes snap back to the person, and I see a very handsome man standing at the end of the driveway. "Please stay down there. You know you are not allowed any closer." Grandpa says. I look at my grandpa.

"Who is he?" I ask, looking back at the man.

"He is your husband when you turn 22. They signed a contract on your behalf. They sold you to him when you were about 2 months old." he says. My head snaps to my grandpa with tears rolling down his face. "All for his money." you could hear the anger in his voice. "That's what they did. You've seen her; she's seen you now leave." My grandpa says, pushing me into the house and slamming the door shut. I watch him closely, and he mutters something I can't understand into his phone, but it sounds like Latin. As he turns towards me and touches my face, my knees give out from underneath me, and everything goes black.

"Kay," someone yells from the other side of my door. Making me jolt awake from my sleep. I look over at my laptop and see it is still open on my lap, with my half-written English paper on the screen. God, damnit, why can't that dream go away? The weird thing is that it feels like a memory and not a dream. I've tried to talk to Grandpa about it, but he just shrugs it off and says I have an overactive imagination. "Kay, can you come here?" I hear my grandpa say. Great, I turn 22 tomorrow.

"Coming." I close my laptop, hopping off my bed. As I make my way downstairs, I see a guy. Holly shit, he is sexy. "I'm not trying to be rude, but -"

"Then don't say anything." My grandpa snaps. Turn towards the kitchen and see him standing there with three cups on a tray. I rush over to him.

"Let me get this. You're not allowed to be standing," I growl. The guy takes the tray from me as he laughs. I grab my grandpa's arm, walking him into the living room.

No Writing Prompt this Week but There is a story in my head.

“Sophia you need to come here” My father hollers up the stairs. I smile at the door knowing that if I don't go down there he will come up here to get me. He can't stay mad at me. It's like I'm the apple of his eye. Some say that he spoils me rotten. Others just roll their eyes and walk away. I get up off the floor and head downstairs running into someone on the stairs.

“Watch where you're going.” A deep voice says holding me close to their chest as they had caught me before I fell. “A lady shouldn't be running around.” I sigh and pull myself out of their arms.

“Well, maybe you should watch where you're going. I can do whatever I want to do as I live here.” I say as sweetly as I can. I look him up and down. I've never seen him around this part of town. “Well, my father called for me, So I should be going. Thank you for making sure I didn't fall” I curtsy and try to step around him.

“Oh, your Sophia.” He says as he stops me from going down the stairs. “I was sent to come and bring you downstairs.” He says, lacing his arm through mine with a smile on his face. “Ready?” He asks all business like. I look down at the ground and roll my eyes.

“Yes, sir.” Two can play at this game. The smile disappears from his face as we head downstairs. As we get close to the bottom of the stairs I hear my father.

“Well, there isn't any screaming coming from upstairs. So, things must be going well.” He sounds so hopeful and that takes all the wind from my sails. There have been a lot of gentlemen coming and going here. They are trying to ask my father for my hand but I keep scaring them off. I'm not ready to get married and leave my father but I guess, I'm not going to like what is about to happen. I stop and look up at this man as I take a deep breath.

“Are you ready for this?” I ask quietly. He stares at me before taking a deep breath.

“I can handle anything you want to throw at me. So, I'm not the one you should be asking that question to. Are you ready?” he asks, keeping his arm throw my arm. I stare at him as a tear falls down my face.

“I'm not ready for any of this. But it's something I have to do.” I say as I lead him into the parlor. “Hello Father,” I say as sweetly as I can. I hold myself up and remove my arm from this young man's arm. I extend my hand to the older gentleman sitting in the chair next to the couch. “Hello, Sir.” The man takes my hand and kisses the back of my hand.

“It's a pleasure to meet you.” He says. “My name is Justin McCain; this is my son Alec McCain.” He gestures to the young man that came up to get me.

I curtsy “Welcome to our home.” As I take my seat next to my dad. “How can we help you today?” I ask.

Mr. McCain takes a deep breath but before he can say anything his son speaks up “Do you want honesty or sugar and spice?” His father looks at him shocked.

“Honesty is preferred, but if sugar and spice is better for you, then sugar and spice,” I say making both his father and mine look at me.

“Well, My father wants me to marry you but after meeting you. I don't know if I truly want someone like you as my wife.” He says making his dad's face turn red most likely with anger.

“Well, after meeting you, I don't think you would be able to handle me and honestly I would be the best thing for you,” I say hiding my smile behind my fan. My father looks at me with his sad eyes making me feel like shit.

“You are right about one thing. I would never be able to handle you, but I don't want to handle you. I want you to be by my side.” He says making everyone look at him. “You are a spitfire. You know what you want out of life and you are not willing to settle for anything less. That's what I want in a wife.” I stare at him.

“Wait, you want me to marry you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” I state making my father's head wipe towards me.

“Just like that?” My father says.

“Yes, father. Just like that.” I say.

Writing Prompt #17 Part Three

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Write about someone on a boat

I'm going to break this down into three parts because I got interputed twice while I was writing from this prompt. 

I sit there stairing at the box, there is a necklace I think the necklace is made from gold with white gold clasps. I picked it up very gently, it looks real. I knew that his father had money but I didn't know it was this kind of money.

"Did you're dad give this to your mom?"

"Yes he did."

"It has her name on it that is why I asked."

"Yeah my dad told me it did but I couldn't find it. Where is her name on it?"

"It is in the part that holds the necklace together. See here it is." As I point to it I leans over to show him.

"Oh. I never thought to look there. I got to give it to my dad he was smart to put it there."

"It is a really smart to put it there." I see him moving around like he wanted to do something. So, I asked "how bout we get out and you put it on me?"

"Okay. Jade, you know I love you so so much."

"I love you too, Jason"

"So, are you hungry?"

"Yes, I am."

"Lets go eat." We go inside and it is painted the same as outside. I oddly feel like I am home, which to me is a really good thing. There is a women behind the counter.

"Jason? Is that you?"

"Yes it is! How are you doing, Miss Kathy? Where is Nicole and Justin?"

"They are around here some...who is this you are with?"

"It is my girlfriend!"

"WHY IS SHE WEARING YOU'RE MOTHERS NECKLACE?" she yelled and she sounded scared at the same time mad.

"She is wearing it because I gave it to her and brought her here on my mom's orders, she said 'Bing the girl you want to marry here and see if my best friend likes her because she was like a mother to you and that is the lest you could do for her.' And she said 'give this to the girl I plan to marry' that is why she has it on. So if you want to yell please don't do it in front of her. She is that one that I will be with for the rest of my life."

"JASON!" A kid that looks about thirteen years old comes out of nowhere and runs up to him, and behind her comes a boy that looks his age.

"Nicole it is nice to see your smile face. Justin long time no see?"

"Yeah it has been how long again, about five years?"

"Justin is still bitter I see. I am sorry I just got myself to come down here. You know that my mom was down here everyday. So, when I come down here I think of her and start to..." cry is what I think he was going to say because there are tears rolling down his face.

"So, I hear you guys have the best food all around." I say to try to get everyone in a batter mood.

"Oh my god is the jade?" Justin says

"Yes it is."

"I think she is more sexy than you led on in the letters." I could see Jason getting mad, "So you made her yours, finally?"

"Yes I did make her mine" he pulls me in closer to him. "So how girls have you had since the last time I seen you?"

"I would say about one. she has my child. we are living on our own." Jason look really worried, "i am just here because i work here. so i see she has that necklace you said that you don't think anyone would be good enough to wear it."

"how old is the kid?" Jason asked

"His name is Carson and he is three years old."

"I like his name." i said trying to make light of all of this. "i want to meet him. is he the one little boy in this photo?"

"yes he is, my little grandson." Kathy said

"he is so so cute." i said "so I hear you guys have the best food all around?"

"Yes, we do" she says

"OK. can i have the top best one the menu?"

"soup or sandwiches?"

"soup!"

"OK. It will be ready in a few minutes. pick a set and i will bring to you." she say. she looks at Jason a Little worried. "make sure you take care of this one, Jason. i like her"

"i knew you would like her. she try's so hard for everyone around her to be at peace." Jason looks from Kathy to Justin "so who is the girl?"

"You know her in the same way i know her. she is the that was you first time for everything."

"i am glad you found you happiness with her, i just hope she found her happiness with her, you know why that ended right?"

"yeah, she cheated on you?"

"Yeah that is right."

"do you do anything wrong when it comes to girls?"

"i try not to."

"wow, where is the guy i knew that would take any risk that he wanted, pushed everyone's buttons?" Justin

"He had to grow up." Jason says

"He owns..." I start to say but Jason cuts me off

"maybe it was not right of me to bring her here without telling you in person but i didn't think Justin was that bitter towards me." i look at him when he was done I step away from him, and Justin comes up behind me and says "does he treat you the way you should be treated, Jade?"

"Yes he does! he is a sweet, caring and proactive of me."

"Oh. He does? then why are you backing up way from him?" Justin says

"Because of you! you pissed him off, and i have never seen him this mad before today!" i say

"Justin leave her alone." Jason says in the same tone he used with him brother. "she didn't do anything to you."

"No she didn't," he looks at me with a smile that makes me uneasy and scared.

"Can we please find a set and stop this before it turns into a fight." i say to Jason

"Yes we can." Jason says He puts his arm around me, and leads me past a picture. i stop to look at the picture and i see Miss Kathy and Jason, and i am going to guess that other women in the picture is his mom, I look around and see more pictures of everyone that works here. seeing those pictures makes me think of my past and my parents, i only seen pictures of them because they died two months after i was born, so i was put into foster care, and they never told me what happen to my parents they just gave me the pictures and told me that they do not know how they died but all they know is that they died. i grow up in so many homes i am not use to have people be around for a long time. And in one of them is seen again. Justin knows my past, he was a big part of it... "Jade are you okay?" Jason asks pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah i am. why do you ask?"

"because there are tears running down your face" he says

"OH. There is tears" i say like i wasn't doing anything beside looking at the pictures.

"Yeah" he wrapped his arms around me and it made me cry even more.

"we need to talk. Jason we really need to talk about my past."

"what about? Jade is everything okay?" he said

"I mean tomorrow. we are having a heart time. I don't want it to be about me right now. okay?" I say not wanting to talk about it now. he moves his arms and I head to the bathroom

"Jade! what's up? long time no see!" Justin says

"Please don't tell him anything yet. I need to talk to him about it yet. I need time before I talk to him!" I say, started to cry again.

"look you say the word and I will not come near you, Jade I love you. I alwaysed loved you!" Justin says that made me cry even more. he wrapped his arms around me and says into my ear "I am sorry I made you cry."

I pull away and say "its okay. I am just not liking my past come flying in to play in my new life now! I am past my past but it came back in my face so quick to the point I could not hold my self together. that's all. I want to hang out me and you, but not until after Jason knows about my past." I say

Writing Prompt #17 Part Two

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Write about someone on a boat

I will break this down into three parts because I got interrupted twice while writing from this prompt. 

As we road back, it was way too silent for me, but I couldn't say anything. When we got back, I started walking to my car after I said, "Goodbye, Jason. I will call you later tonight."

Jason says, "I love you, Jade. Okay, call around six o'clock tonight, Okay?"

"Okay, that sounds great. I love you too, Jason." I got to my car and got in. As I was about to shut my door, Jason came running up to my car, saying, "Wait, Jade, Please wait." Why does he want me to wait? What's going on? Now he is at my car door. He looks like he can't breathe. So, I handed him the water bottle I had in my car because I was about to take my medicine, and I didn't want him to see the new medicine I had been up on just yet. But now I guess he will now. "Save me some water, please." he hands me the rest of the bottle. I put the medicine I have in the weekly med holder, put Sunday in my hand, and put them in my mouth.

"Hop out. I want to drive," he says

"Why?"

"Because you have new medicine, and I want to drive."

"Oh. Okay." I get out of the driver's seat, and we walk around to the side of the car. I reach for the handle, and he grabs it before I can. He opens the door for me. After I get buckled in, he shuts the door and walks to the front of the car so I can see him, and he hops in the driver's side and says, "Ready to go?"

"What about your car?"

"My little brother is driving it home."

"Oh. I guess I am ready,"

"Okay then." He turns the car on and puts the radio to 97.9 WNCI. My favorite song, Same Love by Macklemore, is playing on the radio.

I start to sing along with the song, and Jason starts singing the guy's part as I sing the girl's part.

As we pull out of the parking lot, the song ends. He turns down the radio and asks, "Where do you want to go out to eat? I am paying this time because I am the one asking." He looks over at me and smiles, and then his eyes are back on the road where I would like his eyes to stay.

"Is your brother meeting us there?"

"No! Why?"

"Because he likes sexist jokes."

"Oh. Okay. Well, do you want to go out to eat with me, or do you want me to take you home and call my brother to come and pick me up?"

"Yes, I want to go out with just you. Where do you want to go out to eat?"

"You will find out when we get there."

"Wait, didn't you just ask me?"

"Yes, but I changed my mind."

"Okay, do I need to change my outfit?"

"No. You look sexy in that outfit. Also, it's not somewhere fancy." I turn the music up again so we can listen to it again. The song that is on is Red by Taylor Swift. I sing along with it, and Jason looks like he doesn't know what to say to me, knowing all the words to this song. I think it is funny. It takes about one hour to get to wherever we are going. Outside, near the road, is a sign that says home dinner. The place is painted blue with a red roof, and the front door is green. That just makes me wonder how he found this place so far out away from the city. "It's a little dinner, but they have great food. How would I know that is what you are thinking, right?"

"Yeah. How do you know of this place?"

"This was my mom's favorite dinner before she passed away about five years ago. She died from lung cancer, and to top it off, she didn't even smoke. I have not been back here since she died. Her best friend owns the place now. My mom helped her make the payments on the place until it was paid off. It was paid off one year before she died. She told me to 'Bing the girl you want to marry and see if her best friend likes her because she was like a mother to you and that is the least you could do for her.' she also said to give this to the girl I plan to marry." he hands me the box "don't open it till I am done please."

"Okay, I will wait"

"She said it is okay if it is two different people you want or plan to marry as long as one gets both of these, and you are the first I have wanted to marry and plan to marry. You are the first one I have ever talked to about my mom's death and the first I brought here. Also, you are the first and only one that is getting what is in that box."

"Can I open it now?"

"Yes, you can" I take a minute to examine the little black box. The box's size is about one inch by one inch. I slowly open the box.

Writing Prompt #17 Part One

Before reading this story, please go read the Trigger Warning Page. If you don't read the trigger warning page, then please keep your thoughts to yourself.

Write about someone on a boat

I'm going to break this down into three parts because I got interrupted twice while I was writing from this prompt. 

The next thing I knew, I was on a boat with seven other people. Four of them were men, and three of them were women. The women looked 18 or 19 years old, and three men looked 20 or 21, but the driver looked like he was 21. The driver stops the boat. "Hey, Jade, come here."

I walk over to him "Yes?"

"We're here. Let's go swimming." As I start walking to the side of the boat, he grabs my arm and pulls me to me. "You look very sexy, Jaden. I love that you are my girl. I love you, Jaden." He kisses my forehead. "Thank you for coming out here with me."

"You're welcome. I am glad I came. Now, can we swim? I love you too, Jason." He picks me up and throws me out of the boat, and as I hit the water, he jumps in after me. Everyone is cracking up because I freaked out when he through me. We swam for about two hours before we got hungry and got back into the boat to head back to shore.

As we head back, Jason's brother Cody asks, "So, where did you meet my older brother?"

"I met him in math class. He was sitting in front of me."

"How long did you know him before you started to date?"

"I known him for three years now. We have been dating for about one month now. Why the questions?"

"Who wants to hear a joke?"

The other girls say at the same time, "Yes, we do."

"Okay. Why did the girl cross the road?"

"Why did she cross the road?" The girls say

"So she could say she crossed it twice." They all start cracking up. I am the only one who is not.

Jason noticed that I didn't get it. He stooped the boat and called me over. he asked, "Can I kiss you? I know you want to take it slow, but I am dying to kiss you, Jade." He was looking me in the eyes. His dark blue eyes told me he wanted to kiss me, just like I wanted to kiss him, but I didn't want him to know I wanted to kiss him. As I stared into his eyes, he looked so scared. I wondered why he would be scared..." Please, Jad..." Before he could finish my name, I had kissed him. He had pulled me close to him. I felt his strong arm around me, holding me close. My arms went around his neck.

Cody says, "Can we get a move on to get back to the shore before we die of starvation?" I pulled back when he said that because it made me really embarrassed. I could tell that Jason was not too happy. I wasn't too happy about it either, but I will not tell anyone about it because I can see where he is coming from.

"Cody!" Jason says. I could tell it was a warning tone.

"Jason, it is okay."

Jason looks at me. "Are you sure?"

"Yup, I am sure." no, I am not, I thought to myself. Jason pointed to the setback where he was at. I sit in the set without any questions.

Cody says, "We all know she is yours from how you kissed her. Also, I don't think any of us guys," Cody says, pointing at the other guys, "would try to take her from you in front of you..."

"Cody! I'm warning you if you don't want me to beat your butt. I would shut up."

"Jason! Please stop fighting with your brother and pay attention to what you are doing, please." says one of the girls.

"Fine!"

"Jason, I think when we get back, I am going to go home instead of going out to eat."

"Are you sure you do want to go with us?"

"I am exhausted, and I don't want to be a bitch to everyone because I am tired."

"Oh. Okay." I felt so bad because he looked so sad.

Writing Prompt #16

Before reading this story, please go read the Trigger Warning Page. If you don't read the trigger warning page, then please keep your thoughts to yourself.

Write about twins, a 12-layer cake, a house that seems to be haunted but isn't

Story Planning

Sarah and Jessie were like no other twins in their small town had ever seen. Knowing this, they would switch places often in school. Jessie was really good at math, so she would take Srah’s place because she wasn’t very good at math. While Sarah was very good at history and Science. They got away with this until their 12th grade year when Jessie got pregnant by Sarah’s boyfriend. It wasn’t something Jessie wanted to do with Kyle. She tried to tell him more than once that she was Jessie, not Sarah, but since Jessie was walking out of Sarah’s math class, he didn’t believe her. He is now in jail, but that’s not the point of this story. Sarah and Jessie quit talking for a long time. It’s been 8 years since they last spoke. Jessie gets a notification that Kyle has been released. She doesn’t think too much of it because she no longer lives anywhere near her hometown. Jessie gets called back to her hometown when her mother passes away.

This is where the story starts…

“Annabel, come on. We are going to be late.” I say to my eight-year-old daughter. She just laughs and keeps skipping along the line. I smile at how carefree she is. I love that I was about to help foster and help grow her carefree personality.

“We can’t go anywhere until the boat arrives, mommy.” She says, stopping in front of me. “Can I have my juice now?” She asks, and I nod, digging in the bag for her bottle of juice and then handing it to her.

“Sit down next to me and drink it,” I say, looking around the waiting area. I freeze when I see Kyle’s parents staring at me, well more staring at Annabel. I stand up quickly. “Annabel, stay right here. Do not move.” I say harshly.

“Okay,” She squeaks out. I feel bad for scaring her, but I need to protect her. I stride right over to them and stop three feet away from them.

“Is she his?” His mom asks.

“Not that it matters because he can’t come around either of us, but yes. I came over here to tell you to stay the hell away from me and my daughter. We do not need him around us.” I bite out. His mom flinches but nods nonetheless. “Good.” I turn and walk back toward Annabel. About five minutes later, the boat shows up to take us across the lake. I see Sarah standing in the waiting area, but I don’t go to her right way just to make sure she isn’t here for them, they walk right past her, and she glares at them, which helps put me at ease. So, I walk hand in hand with Annabel over to her. Sarah isn’t looking at me, but she is watching Annabel closely. “Sarah.”

“Mommy, why does this lady look just like you?” Annabel asks, moving behind me. I lightly chuckle.

“Baby, this is mommy’s twin sister. Say hi to your aunt Sarah.” I say sweetly but glare at Sarah.

“HI, Aunt Sarah, My name is Annabel.” She says very quietly. Sarah crouches down to her level.

“Hi, little one. You look so much like your mommy.” Sarah stands back up when Annabel doesn’t say anything back to her. “Well, we better get going before the rush hits.” She says, turning and waking away. “We also don’t want the big cake I made to go to waste, now do we?” Annabel starts pulling me.

“Come on, Mommy, she has cake.” She says, tugging me along and making me smile. This is going to be tough. We get back to the house I grew up in, and it doesn’t feel like home. It feels like something has taken it over, and whatever it is isn’t good.

*Damn, I ran out of time to write this. Hope you guys liked it*

Writing Prompt #15

Before reading this story, please go read the Trigger Warning Page. If you don’t read the trigger warning page, then please keep your thoughts to yourself.

If you write a love story that starts and ends with the same sentence what would it be?

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” He says to me as we are waiting for our food to arrive at our table. This is like our Sixth date, and he barely knows anything about me. Then again, I don’t even know much about him. “I know this is too soon. You don’t have to say anything back to me. I just felt like you should know.” I just sit here staring at him. I don’t even know how to stop this awkward thing that has now started and has stretched for more than five minutes. I look down at the table, so he doesn’t feel like I am just staring at him. I don’t even look up when the food gets placed in front of me a few moments later. I hear him sigh but he doesn’t say anything. This is making me think about how I feel about him. He is a nice guy and I like that he can cook. He doesn’t mind being different from most of his navy buddies. Am I ready to be alone for a long time? Like when he is deployed and there isn’t a way for him to contact me. This is all too much so quickly. I finally look up at him as he sets his fork down.

“I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if my feelings have reached that level yet. I know that you are getting deployed in three weeks and I won’t see you that much during these next few weeks and I don’t know how I feel about that. I know that I want to spend more time getting to know you and being around you. I know that I really like you, but I don’t know that I am falling in love with you yet.” Oh, fucking hell I’m just rambling now so i look back down at my half-eaten food. I quickly look back up when he starts laughing. “What?” I ask nervously.

“You’re so cute when you’re nervous. I figured you weren’t at my level of feelings and that is okay. I want to keep getting to know you and I am worried about you, with me leaving so soon into our relationship. I just wanted you to know where I am in all of this. I plan on contacting as much as i can.” He reaches a crossed the table. “I am not asking you to marry me, I’m just saying I think I’m falling for you. So please don’t panic.” He says as he rubs the back of my hand. I just nod and turn my hand within his and hold his hand. He smiles at our joined hands. I’m still panicking on the inside but not as much. We eat our food in a peaceful silence. When he heads to the bathroom, I wave over our waiter and ask for the check. When the check arrives, I pay for it in full. I know he isn’t going to like this but I feel like I need to do something since he bared his heart out in front of me. When he walks back to the table, he looks relieved that I am still sitting at the table. I stand up before he can sit back down and panic flashes across his face but is gone as quick as it showed up.

“Come on. I already paid and would like to go for a walk with you. If that’s okay?” I say trying to remain calm. My heart is racing and i don’t know why? I reach out for his hand and when he goes to grab mine his hand goes right through mine. I look at him and there is blood all over his face and he is translucent looking. “No” I sob as I jolt upright in my bed. It was just another nightmare. I lay back down hugging my pillow as the sobs take over. He is gone and I miss him so much. There are so many things i wish we got the chance to do but most of all why didn’t i tell him that “I think I’m in love with you.”

Writing Prompt #14

 Running from someone close to your Character

"Sarah, are you ready?" The doctor asks, walking into the room. I nod, "Okay, let's check on the baby." She puts a cold gel on my stomach, Xavier sitting in the corner. I can tell he is pissed. He killed the vampire that did this to me. "Xavier, come here." The doctor said, and he did. "See the heads?" She points to something on the screen. 

"There are two?" He asks, looking back at me. I nod my head holding his gaze. 

"A boy and a girl," I say. I want to name the boy after him, but I don't know how he will take it. 

"She has already picked out the name." The doctor says.

"When is she due?"

"Next week." He nodded and left. Taking my breath with him.

"Do you think he will be there?" I ask.

"He hasn't missed anything when it comes to you. He is not the best at taking the news. He loves you, Sarah, I've never seen him stick with one person, let alone a human." The doctor looks at me. "You are free to go home tonight," I nod and get off the table. "Come back tomorrow." As I walk home, I think about what the doc said. Does Xavier love me? That's impossible.

"Sarah, long time no see." Kevin walks up next to me. "How is the baby?" 

"They are fine."

"Where is the father?" He asks. I freeze.

"The father is dead." Xavier says. I spin around and almost lose my balance, but Xavier pulls me towards him.

"Xavier," Kevin slightly nods. "May I ask a question?" Xavier nods. "Does she know?"

"Of course, she knows. She's, my fiancé." I looked up at him in complete shock. Someone bumps into us. 

"Hey." She snaps and turns towards me. Xavier growls and she looks at him. "Sorry, Prince" she bows. "Please forgive me." I look at him.

"You're forgiven" I say when he just stares at her. He turns his stare on me. "Enjoy your day, Ma'am." I usher her along. I look at Xavier and he isn't happy.

"Sarah, you're not allowed to do that." Kevin steps forward. Xavier growls at him, making me step away from them. 

"I'll be going home now." I take a few more steps away from them. "It was good seeing you Kevin." I turned and walked towards my house.

"Sarah," I heard Kevin call and Xavier growl again. Doesn't he understand how I feel when he does stuff like this?

I slammed my front door shut and punched the wall next to it. I heard a lot of cracking noises from my hand before the pain started. "Fuck" I screamed cradling my hand. There was a knock at the door. I swung it open and there stood Xavier. He took one look at me and then at the wall next to me.

"Why?" He asked. I pointed at him.

"Because of you! You have to be in control of everything. You obviously don't want the twins, so why not just fucking say it." I sob out. He reached for me, but I pulled back. "I just want to be happy. I can't even talk to my friend without you getting upset." I look up at his eyes and for the second time I see tears rolling down his face.

"I want the baby; it isn't easy taking in that there are two. I get upset because a VAMPIRE did this to you. Not me, but someone I trusted with your care. So, I'm not as trusting with others around you. I'm sorry if I hurt you or made you hurt yourself. I'll leave now." He turned to leave but bumped into kevin.

"Xavier, she chose you over me. I don't know why but she did. Don't walk out on her now. She is due in a few weeks. She needs you now more than ever." I felt water slide down my leg and pain erupted from my lower stomach. I hear a scream as Xavier turns and freaks.

"We need to get her to the hospital. Call this number." He thrust a card at Kevin. He picks me up and runs towards his car.

"No, I don't want to go in there," I sob as a wave of pain hits me harder than the last time.

Writing Prompt #13

 Writing Prompt

*A man offers to help her but there's a catch. Will they say yes? Or will they continue to be on the run?*

Writing Prompt Breakdown

Alaina Wolfe is a half breed fairy and vampire. For this reason she has been on the run for as long as she can remember. Right before her nineteenth birthday she meets Keith. Keith offers to hide her from the world. But in return he wants her hand in marriage. Will she say yes? Or will she continue on the run?

Writing Prompt Story

“Mis. Wolfe, are you in there?” Man says from the other side of the door. There are six more people with him “We are coming in.” the man says. Then I hear the door open “Find her.” he says “We need her alive and unharmed.” I wish I knew who they worked for.

“Boss she is nowhere to be found.” the woman says. thank god they didn’t look in the next room. 

“She has to be here. We saw her walk into this room.”

“Boss, the window was open when we came in here? could she have jumped. since she is a vampire could she make it through the four story jump?”

“Fuck i didn’t think to put someone outside in case she went out the window.” I thought for sure that someone saw me jump to the next window. “Let's go.” When I see all seven of them get into the car I walk out of the and plug my headphones into my ears and start to play the song bartender. As I walked out of the hotel I saw my bike was still sitting outside. I love how they have no clue what I drive or how I get from place to place within days. 

“Hey lady, can you help me cross the road?” an old man asks me.

“Yeah why not.” I say not really caring, because I had all the time in the world. Once I helped the man across the street he handed me a five Dollar bill. "Thank you. You are so kind."

"No problem. You helped me, I will help you get lunch." 

"Thank you." I walked across the street to my bike and went to the closest gas station and filled up. It felt good to give them the slip that ease. Could they be from my family's work? No I don't think they really paid that much for someone to find me, I think they think I am dead because this is the first time in six years they have found me. I have been on the run for most of my life. Actually as far back as I can remember. I have always wondered why I am running but then I remember that these people I am running from killed my mother and father. I hate being who I am. I hate being on the run. I just want to have a normal life, where I can go to school and have friends and have a happy family one day. Bam, someone hit my bike. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I yell when I see someone getting out of the car. I try to get up but can't move my legs.

“Why weren't you paying attention to the cars around you?” says a man. "You could have been killed." He yells. "You're lucky it is just your legs." He binds down. He goes to touch me but I flinch away. I smell the people that were at the hotel. I start looking around to try to find where they are, but I can find them. "Let me take you to the hospital?" I shake my head and try to get up. "Your legs are really bad, let me help you."

"No. I will be fine." I focus on where the pain is and heal it. I get up and pick up my bike. "Thank you for trying to help me."

"I FOUND HER!" The guy yells. I hop on my bike and try to get it to turn on but it doesn't turn on.

"Here, get in." The guy says as he gets into his car. I sigh and get in the passenger seat and he takes off.

Writing Prompt #12

At the choosing ceremony, instead of getting one of the 4 gifts, fire, earth, water, and wind, you get Sun. But the only problem with that Sun is illegal

"Jessie Lane, come up onto the stage." Kara, the headmistress, says into the mic. She has called up at least 123 people ahead of me. They all got sorted into the gifted classes. As I walk up to the stage I'm looking around at all my soon to be classmates. My mothers side of the family had the gift of wind but my dads side of the family had the gift of fire. So it could go either way towards fire or wind. I hold tightly onto my test as I walk up the four steps onto the stage. God, why do they have to it in front of everyone, including our parents? I don't want to let them down. They have been so proud of me so far and I can't bear the thought of disappointing them. "Jessie, stand right here please." She says motioning to the spot next to the box. As I step on the tape she looks at me and says into the mic "alright put your test into the box and watch what gift it becomes." As I let me test go into the box a bright light emerges from the box and blinds me. As the light fades away and I can see again I see a picture of the sun floating above the box. "Oh, wow. We haven't had anyone get the sun in over 400 years." Kara says and then she turns the mic off and says "Jessie I need you to discretely head to my office and I will be there as soon as the ceremony is over." She smiles handing me my test and turns the mic back on and says into it "Jake Lange, come up onto the stage please." I slowly walk away from the stage towards the back stage, like all the other students before me. As I get back stage everyone who is still back there is staring at me. I didn't do anything to be stared at, except get a gift no one new about. I just walk right passed them as they make a pathway for me. As soon as I'm out of the back stage area I take off in a sprint, my mind racing. Did I disappoint my family? What's going to happen to me? Why hasn't anyone gotten this gift in 400 years? What did I do to get it? Did I do something wrong? Was I too nice? What is my mother going to say to me when i see her next? Wait am I going to see my family again? When I finally stop running I am in front of a door that has 'Headmaster's office' on the door. I didn't even know where this was but I somehow ended up in front of it. I look around the hallway and see that it leads to a dead end with the end being the office. I spot some seating off to the right of the door and take a seat trying to calm my now racing heart. What can I do? Am I going to be kicked out of this school because of this? Like I don't know why I would be but you never know with things like this. Someone clears their throat and I jump up scared. Am I going to have to fight this person? As I calm down I see a male about 6'5" standing in front of me. Well more like towering over me.

"Hi, I'm Jesse. What's your name?" I ask as I stick my head out in greeting. He glares at me.

"I know who you are." He snaps at me. "Just leave me alone." I stare at him as he takes the farthest seat on the bench he can from me. What the fuck is his problem? He scared me. I take my seat again and just stare at him. Once I realize that I've been staring at him, I look down at the ground. I hate being stared at so why would I stare at someone else? Why did I stare at him? He is kind of cute with his shaggy blonde hair and the beard, that looks so soft. He has a tattoo going up his right arm, that looks like a dragon on top of a mountain. The dragon is a dark blue. But I can't see what's right above it as his shirt covers it. "Fucking hell." He says out of nowhere making me jump. This dude knows how to startle people that's for sure. "How much longer is damn thing going to go on for?" I stare at him again not know what to say.

"Well, depending on what your last name was, it could take awhile." I say sassily. This makes him look at me again.

"Damn miss peppy has a sassy side. And my last name is none of your concern." He says with the same amount of sass I used. Well, damn. He doesn't need to be an ass. He could've just said that he didn't want to talk to me. Wait Jessie don't make this about you. He is obviously upset about something, try to be nice to him. I hear my older sisters voice in my head.

"Fine, let's just go back to sitting in silence then." I say. He sighs.

"Great" he says sarcastically

"Okay, look here, you can hate the world all you want but you don't need to be an ass to everyone. Especially when I haven't done anything to you, other than try to be nice to you." I say fed up with him already.

"Do you even know what the sun means?" He asks but before I have a chance to answer him he continues on. "Four hundred years goes by without anyone getting it as a gift and now all of a sudden two people in the same grade get it, what the hells up with that? Or for that matter that it is an illegal gift to have?" He asks shutting up any response I would've given him. Wait did he say it was an illegal gift? Wait he said two people have it as a gift, does he mean him?

"Wait, you got the sun as well? Also how can it be illegal if we can't choose it? It's given to use?" I ask rapidity not giving him a chance to answer me as I start to panic and the world starts fading out.

Writing Prompt #11

 You Receive an old Letter dated 1941 but Its from yourself

"Sarah" Jace, The mailman, greets me as I walk up to the Mailboxes. I wave Back to him in greeting. "How's the throat doing today?"

I sign "It's doing okay. How are you doing today?"

"I'm glad it's doing okay today. I'm doing good, I have a weird letter for you." He says as he starts digging through his mail bag. "Where did it go?" He says more to himself than to me. "Ah, there it is." He says pulling out an old faded yellow envelope. "We found this in the lost mail pile from 1941" he hands over the envelope carefully. Written in my weird half cursive was my name and my family home address, which I just bought from my mother three weeks ago.

I put it under my arm to sign "that's weird. I don't remember writing this"

He laughs and says "your great grandmother had the same name as you or at least that's what the records say when we looked up this address in the database. There is a high chance that she wrote it and it just got lost in time." I nod my head eager to get home to read it. I wonder what it has to say. "Actually it would be really cool to see if you post something about the letter on your blog." I look at him in surprise. "Yes I know about your blog. Your a very talented writer." He laughs lightly. "Now run along and read that letter. I can't wait to hear all about it." He waves me off.

"I can't wait to read it. I hope you have a good day today" I sign rather quickly making him laugh.

"Have a good day, Sarah" he says walking up to the Mailboxes and opening them and I quickly walk back to my home. As soon as I get home I head to my office and place the envelope on my desk. As I sit I run my fingers lightly over the writing. My stomach tightens and uneasiness with a hint of fear settles over me. An urgency takes over to open the envelope and find out what it says. I carefully open the top flap of it and pull out four yellowish paper with black ink writing over it.

Dear Young Sarah.

I hope this letter finds you well. This letter contains answers about what is going on with your body. No I am not talking about coming into womanhood. I am talking about the curse starting to affect you. If I did everything correctly you should be getting this right before you turn 25 years old.

I drop the papers onto the desk. Is someone playing a trick on me? Why would someone do this? There is no way that anyone outside my close family and friends would know that I'm about to turn 25 in a few weeks. This is so freaking weird. I pick up the papers again to try and figure out if there are any clues to who is behind this.

No, someone is not pulling one over on you. I know it may feel that way but my great grandmother left me a letter just as I am doing with you. You have great abilities. You need to know how to hone in on them and make them flourish. These abilities are a result of a curse that was placed on Xandera Marie Miller in 1689. The curse is that every fourth generation of our family their life is forfeit in the line of service. Mary Magellan cursed us with four abilities. The first one is the ability to tell when someone has the desire to harm those around them. This is the hardest one to gain control over. It is also the hardest to tell you how to gain control over it as it presents itself in different ways. Some of our past ancestors have had visions, others had passing thoughts and the worst one of it is the voices that tell you everything that they are planning on doing to the people around them. However it presents itself to you just remember that you are not crazy. I know that it is hard to do but it is what you need to do.

The second one is the ability to sense how someone is feeling by touching what they have written. Most likely when you touch the writing on this paper you sensed uneasiness and maybe fear. I can tell you the reasons for that is putting this into writing may get me killed and then you willnever get this letter. I'll never truly know if you get the letter seeing as my daughter, Mary Beth, is not talking to me which makes me even more fearful. This is the easiest of all the abilities to control, just be careful of where you touch paper that has been written on. You have to touch the writing itself for you to get the feelings.

The third one is the ability to predict the outcome of a woman's pregnancies. How many pregnancies they will have, how many of their children will live to birth and if they will live past birth and why they do not live. This is hard to deal with because you take on their grief and happiness. How this ability works is by touching the female and thinking about babies. Which also makes this ability easy to control. There is not much that needs to be said about this ability. 

The last ability is hard to put into a good light. You will have the ability to see when your lover will die and how they will die. You have no control over this one, it will only show you how and when they die twice, I do not know when that will be but once you've seen it once you don't have to worry about seeing it again until 8 years have past then that will be the last time you see it.

I set the papers gently down. Someone has to be playing a trick on me. Someone has to be. Either that or they are giving me writing material. That's it. That's exactly what they are doing.