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642 – Consequence

Monday Inspiration

Happy Monday, everyone! 🙂

While I enjoy doing these prompts and working my way slowly through the wonderful book they came from, I feel like it’s time to mix things up a little! 😉 I’d like to ask you for your favourite prompt – or any prompt, if you don’t have one conveniently lying around!  Leave your prompt either in a comment here, email it to me privately, or contact me on any of my other social media sites (view the right panel) – I’ll do one prompt here every other Monday morning and credit you 🙂 It’s up to you how many you sent, or where they come from. Whether it’s a prompt you found in a book or online, a prompt you thought off yourself, or whether it’s simply a name or a genre – give it here! ^-^

Now, to this week’s prompt!

As always, if the prompt speaks to you feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy and read your interpretation 😉

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An email that you inadvertently sent to someone who wasn’t supposed to see it.

“Di, it’s time. Gather Pete, Blake, and Sue and meet me at the usual place tomorrow evening. Don’t contact me before that! It’s not save. I’m not willing to compromise Sue’s or Blake’s safety. I know you aren’t, either. We agreed that they’re too young for this shit.

Don’t worry about Ollie. I’ll deal with her before we meet. She won’t be a problem, I promise. Just get the kids to safety, and I’ll be right behind you.

I love you,

Nick.”

Ollie leaned back in her arm chair, her fingers gripping the hard wood underneath the soft fabric, and smiled. So they were finally making their move – without her? Angry, she got up and flung the picture of them – Nick, Diana, Pete, the twins and herself – at the far wall, where the protective glass shattered dramatically into a rain of razor-sharp corners. Nick be damned! she thought. His whole happy family be damned! When did they decide she was a threat? Before or after she had made the decision no one else had been willing to make? Cowards!

Ollie took a few slow, controlled breaths in, and sank back in her arm chair. Nick was coming for her, and she’d be ready for him.

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642 – Gossip

Monday Inspiration

It’s Monday (booo!) and that means it’s time for another writing prompt! If you need some motivation to defeat the Monday Blues, perhaps this can help 🙂

As always, if the prompt speaks to you feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy and read your interpretation 😉

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Write a story that starts with a piece of gossip.

“Rose is one of them! Didn’t you hear? Be careful now, or she’ll make it so you can’t have children!”

Oh, how things have changed. That was the last time I saw Deborah Hunt. 9th grade, thick make-up, flawless hair. Army of loyal, self-obsessed minions. I was one of the quiet, studious kids. Naturally, we didn’t talk much.

Do you ever look back on your high school years and wish you could do it all over again? Me neither. But I do miss some of it. The sky being a pale blue. The birds singing everywhere I went. Fear being something you saw on TV, but didn’t experience yourself.

Now the sky was a strange mixture of gold, green and red, and fear was that awkward neighbour everyone knew but no one wanted to talk about. It was always there, watching. Even the birds only whispered in hushed tones.

I always thought that, if magic were real, we wouldn’t be able to handle it. I was right – magic suddenly appeared, and it split the world. There were those who worshipped it, those who had it, and those who feared it. I had it, and because we weren’t ready for it I was running from those who were scared of it.

Deborah Hunt had it, too. Seeing her now, across the road, bleeding heavily from one thigh, I was torn between helping her and walking the other way. So I took a few steps into the other direction, stopped- and went back to help her. She wouldn’t live long if I didn’t.

No one else would help her if I didn’t.

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642 – Harry's Note

Monday Inspiration

I nearly forgot about this post!! Thank God for tea working miracles, hm? 😛 So…. Happy Monday, everyone! It’s 8:22am and I suppose I’d better get this post ready…

As always, if the prompt speaks to you feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy and read your interpretation 😉

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A kid in your grade whom you don’t know very well shows up at your house one day to tell you something important. What does he look like? What does he say?

“Mina, come on down!” my Mum shouted from downstairs. “One of your friends is here!”

I sighed, and walked downstairs. None of my friends had texted me; they wouldn’t just show up.

I hesitated when I saw who was waiting by the door. Harry Durham. The quiet kid in my class who always sat at the back by himself. The one I’d never talked to.

Just why did Mum think we were friends?

“What do you want?”

Harry Durham didn’t say anything. He simply handed me a crumbled up note and left. That was the last time I saw him. He was murdered over night.

The note he had given me didn’t say much, only Run. So I didn’t. I didn’t even know him. Why should I do what the quiet kid from the back of the class room told me?

And I’ve regretted it every day since.

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642 – Not a Monster

Monday InspirationHi everyone!

It feels like I haven’t posted a writing prompt in months! I didn’t miss a Monday, did I?

As always, if the prompt speaks to you feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy and read your interpretation 😉

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Start a story with the line “When I confronted him, he denied that he’d ever said it.”

When I confronted him, he denied that he’d ever said it. But I heard him, and it’s too late for excuses. Dan wants me dead. How am I supposed to forget that?

“Gods, Leah, slow down!” I ignore him and continue walking to the small shed in the back of the garden. My happy place. “Leah! Let me explain!”

I spun around so fast I see stars. “Explain? What’s there to explain?” He looks tired, and defeated. Waiting for my sorry ass to die must have been exhausting.

“I know it sounds bad,” he says, and I slap him. Bad doesn’t begin to describe how betrayed I feel.

“Fuck you, Dan. I don’t care.” I continue towards the shed, and leave the doors wide open. I’ve stayed too long. It’s time to move on.

“Don’t leave.”

“Is that a command? Huh? An order?”

“No, it’s-” He sighs. “Please, Leah. When I found you and came with you I wanted to kill you, yes. I was trained for it, remember? But I didn’t, and now I want to keep you save. I’ve seen you – the real you. I know you’re not a monster.” When I don’t say anything, he adds: “I’ve been with you for a year. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.”

I frown. “You’re not with me, Dan. And is that supposed to make me feel better?” Oddly enough, it does.

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642 – The One Who Got Away

Monday Inspiration

Happy Monday, everyone!

Don’t you just love it when you work on a prompt you didn’t have much hope for, and suddenly it becomes more? This prompt was like that, and about half-way through the words flowed much easier – I even have ideas for a continuation or two! 🙂

That’s hypothetical at the moment, though, so forget I said anything ^-^

If the prompt speaks to you, feel free to use it – if you do, please link back here so I can be nosy ^-^

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Write a love letter to the one who got away

“Hey Dean

I don’t know if you remember me – your life has been so busy. You’re everywhere. The news on TV, the paper, even my Mum can’t stop talking about you. Anyway, it’s me, Shauna. We went out briefly in college, only for about two months. I know I said I was okay when you broke up with me and moved across the world, but I lied. I love you. I’ll always love you.”

Frustrated I draw long, angry lines across the words. Hot tears burn in my eyes and blur my vision. What’s the point? He just got engaged to some super hot, super skinny chick from the South.

There’s no way he remembers me.

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642 – My Unexplainable Secret

Monday InspirationHappy Monday, everyone! 🙂

I’ve only got a short writing prompt for you this week, and I hope you enjoy 😉

If the prompt speaks to you feel free to use it – if you do, please link back here so I can be nosy ^-^

Happy writing!

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What does your sleeping mind think in the moments before you wake up? What are its last hopes, fears, or promises to itself as the alarm goes off and it feels itself vanishing?

Skin as pale as perfect porcelain. Eyes as beautiful and as terrible as the ocean in a storm. And the smile… That comforting, cold smile I knew he reserved just for me…

I wake up, bed sheets drenched in sweat and my heart racing. Oddly enough, my mind doesn’t match. My mind is calm.

I read once that you can only dream of people – of faces – you’ve seen before. Your mind simply can’t make up new ones while you sleep. But I’ve dreamed of his face – of the promise and the threat dancing behind his cruel eyes – every morning for a month now, and I’m sure I’ve never seen him before. I’d remember.

His grin is beginning to be familiar; my own, unexplainable secret.

I don’t know what it means, but I know it’s odd that I’m calm because deep down I know I should be terrified.

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642 – The Silence

Monday Inspiration

BACK TO NORMALITY! 😀

As amazing and wonderful as the last two weeks have been – a HUGE thank you to everyone who’s shouted my book’s title from the rooftops! – I’m ready for a routine to return to Cookie Break. I’m sure after two weeks of nothing but shameless book promotion and reblogs, you are ready for it, too! ^^

I feel like I’ve been doing this a lot in the previous prompts, but once again I’ve used one to explore an idea I’ve had recently. It took a different direction from what I had expected, and I might have to play around with this a little more…

But onwards to the prompt! As always, if it speaks to you feel free to borrow it. I only ask that you link back here if you do so I can read your interpretation 🙂

Happy writing!

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What is the sound of silence, and when did you last hear it? What was missing?

The doors opened first, and they brought the silence. The fear. The magic.

I was in town when our door opened, and I caught a brief glimpse of what was waiting on the other side. I’ll never forget the horror, no matter how much I want to. It was surreal – magical in a dark, twisted sense – and viciously deadly.

If you imagine someone’s front door opening, you have the wrong idea. Instead, picture this: One empty arch in every capital in this world. They’ve been here forever and never did anything, until Silent Day. Portals opened within the arches, and for the eternity only a few uncertain seconds can bring all sound was sucked from this world. Everything darkened.

I thought it would never be light again.

And in those eternal few seconds, magic poured over the people like a deadly virus.

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642 – Failure

This week I’m playing around with an idea I’ve had recently. If you read last week’s prompt you’ll already know a little bit about this idea, but you don’t need to have read it to understand today’s prompt.

I should say that, while I’m drawn to this character, I haven’t sat down and really thought about who he is. There’s been so much to do with the release week prep that I haven’t had time, but perhaps this week I’ll find a free thirty minutes… I feel like we’ve got a connection ^^ (I may have started writing his draft..)

As always, if the prompt speaks to you feel free to borrow it 🙂 If you do and chose to publish your interpretation please link back here – I’d love to read it!

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Things you should throw away but can’t

That was the moment I realised that I was a failure as a Shadow Walker. We were trained from a very young age, all emotions – everything that makes humans human – stripped away from us until only the shell remains. That shell is filled with a new purpose; to kill quickly, and well. We were perfect assassins.

Yet here I was, standing in the middle of a hundred dead people, their hot blood warming my feet, and whispering an apology to a dagger. Not apologising to the dagger, of course, but to whoever had given it to me. I couldn’t remember them, but I felt like this wasn’t what they had wanted me to become. You could call it an echo of a memory, and it’s all I had left of who I was before.

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642 – Shadow Walker

In this week’s prompt I’ve explored another idea I’ve had recently. Writing prompts are perfect for such exploration, and I’m finding myself doing it more and more often. I don’t know if this will go anywhere, but I did another prompt around the same idea, which will be published next week Monday 🙂

I’m feeling myself drawn to this character and his story. With the second book in my series and Immortals (temp. title) I don’t really have the time, but I’m definitely keeping it around for potential use later on 🙂

As always, if the prompt speaks to you feel free to borrow it. If you do, please link back here so I can read your interpretation 🙂

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Put yourself or your character in a place where you feel vulnerable or uneasy.

“Kill Parry.”

My heart stopped and I hoped that it didn’t show on my face. I nodded.

“Is there a problem, Gaven?”

I was a trained assassin; a Shadow Walker. Killing people was what I did – but Parry? Parry was the last of his kind. He wasn’t the first I’d kill, but he would always be the last. Without him, there would never be others. An entire people would be dead because of me.

I shook my head to answer his question. “No.” I didn’t have many virtues, but even I could see the loss of the last of any species for what it was. Sad, and world-changing.

In my profession we slowly rid ourselves of work, contract by contract. I didn’t care, couldn’t care.

He couldn’t know I cared.

Effortlessly I became one with the shadows, and went to find Parry.

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642 – Wind Chimes

Today’s prompt is a continuation from last week’s prompt, Red Grass. It’s not necessary to have read Red Grass to understand this one, but if you’d like to read it anyway or refresh your memory go ahead!

I didn’t take this one literally and had my character act on my behalf, as you’ll see 😉

As always, if the prompt speaks to you feel free to borrow it. If you do please link back here so I can have a look at your interpretation!

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Go outside and notice three distinct sounds. Remove the labels and describe exactly what they sound like. Then write a story incorporating the sounds.

Something urged me to get a move on. I had hidden in this strange cave with emerald glowing veins and golden shimmering grass for long enough. I was starving, and I needed a shower.

I still had no idea where I was, but at least if I was going insane my mind was doing a gob of it.

A bird sang. It was a lovely melody, a happy chirp, which reminded me of the birds back home but which was too different to be compared. I didn’t exactly know my birds, but I had spent enough time outside to recognise their distinctive voices. This song was new to me, and it filled every part of me with elation and hope.

The chirping was accompanied by a- a- what was that? It sounded like wing chimes, but there were no buildings nearby and the nearest tree was too far away. I took a few uncertain steps into the red grass, and the sound grew louder. Stunned I realised that the music came from the grass. The breeze had rung the chimes before, but now that my legs brushed against the high blades it was louder.

Huh.

I stood and listened for a second before I realised what the third thing I could hear was.

It was silence. There were no cars, no people, no planes. The noise of technology and constant chatter was absent, and it was the most peaceful sound I’d ever heard.

I had wanted to go home, but now I wasn’t so sure. If this was heaven or insanity, it wasn’t so bad. If this was an alien world, I hoped humans would never find it.

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