What Do You MeanIf I Get Arrested?

“What do you mean ‘If I get arrested’?”

“Right, sorry. When. When you get arrested, I don’t know you.”

“If you get arrested, I don’t know you.”

“To find beauty in such a thing. Snowflakes falling from the sky. Shoved this way and that by the wind. Nothing to hold onto. No stability. None. Powerless concerning where it will end up in the end. To begin with such originality, such uniqueness, none of the other snowflakes having that individual snowflake’s same pattern, only for it to fall atop the others and then be viewed as a blanket of white, stripped of it’s individuality to fade amongst its fellow snowflakes.”

“I suppose it is a monstrosity to take delight from looking out the window...”

“And to instead ignore the beauty that the world has to offer? To turn away from millions of snowflakes dancing to a song that only they can hear until, one by one, they join the other snowflakes to stay or melt together and are ready to catch and care for other snowflakes that wish to join them?”

“Good God, you make my head hurt.”

“I make you think. A hurting head is a sign of a lazy mind. Never let your mind grow lazy, Alice.”

“Oh, my. Even I’m not that kinky.” He pulled his hands out of the pockets of his coat and started creeping in her direction.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” As he continued to get closer, she tried to yank her arms from the chair, but the rope was too tight. She froze as soon as she felt the back of his fingers brush against her cheek.

“Regardless, Evelyn, I told you that you would be thinking of me.”

“You’ve been on my mind mind a lot.” Seeing a smile blossom on his mouth, she continued. “Usually covered in blood and screaming. It puts me to sleep at night.”

He removed his scarf and hung it on the coat rack. The tips of his slender fingers ran over one button and fiddled with it, and then another, until his coat joined his scarf. His eyes wandered over to the tree in the corner of the room and he admired the lights and tinsel strung around it. His eyes lingered on the star on top as he walked around the couch to get a closer view, only for his foot to bump into something.

There sat his short, fiery partner by his foot. There was ribbon tied around Brea’s wrists and ankles, and a poorly tied bow on the top of her head that could have been done by none other than Jake, his mischievous best friend. A piece of duct tape covered her mouth. Surely he must have forced some concoction on her to negate her powers, otherwise he would have found Jake lying by his foot wrapped in gauze.

Despite the demon’s lack of mobility, she still thrashed this way and that, and her face was turning as red as the bow on her head. Alex let out a low chuckle and knelt in front of her. As he started to reach out for the bow, he saw a small card tucked in her shirt pocket. Alex pulled it out and recognized his best friend’s hand-writing.

No return policy.

Holiday Prompts

I was going to hold off on posting these, but then I realised Hanukkah has already started so I figured I’d better hop to it!

The protagonist’s best friend is taken aback by some of their family’s unconventional holiday traditions

What is your character’s favourite part of the holidays?

“No school! Now I will have time to build my reactor!”

Your protagonists’ one wish for the holiday season

The best present anybody has ever given in the history of planet earth

Talking holiday food

A spell is cast that causes your character to sing holiday songs nonstop

“No return policy.“

"Eliot, kicking, screaming and crying as an infant don't count."

“I swear I used to have ways to express my feelings that weren’t passive aggression and sarcasm.”

The wise words of Sam Raegan, to be honest.

True love is when your desire for the object of your affection to be happy is greater than your desire to bone them.