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“Still awake?”
-the message I wanted to send, but couldn’t
Writing Prompt
It’s a secret basement, obviously. Rapunzel in a tower was so 19th century.
Do you ever have a story idea you can't use simply because you don't know where it's going? Take, for example, this bit I wrote months ago: It could have been described as peaceful, really, the explosion. The fairies send to dance around the high flung fiery metals and far flying shrapnel. Wherever the fairies went there were also flowers. White daises, blue pansies, rose petals, and forget-me-nots were scattered about, bringing attention to the orangest of flames and the heart shaped metal pieces. Really, though, what seemed to clench the peacefulness was the slow motion aspect of it. Nothing moved more than a millimeter per second and I was certain the shockwave wouldn't hit me for another hour. If you are good at math you'd know I was solidly 12 feet away. The fairies were smiling. Some had made paper chains to twirl around the smoking tendrils beginning to form. Others were playing a game called "See how close I can get to the shockwave without touching it. Bonus points if my current crush sees me. Loss of points and dignity if I touch it and get flung far away because slow motion, apparently, only applies to the explosion itself." The name pretty well sums up the game. I was sitting, as mentioned earlier, about 12 feet from the explosion. I use the term sitting loosely, as though it we're my choice to sit there so close to everything, instead of forcibly strapped to a tree with my mouth duct taped shut. It was annoying, I thought, to have to go this way. Really, really annoying. And I wasn't going to cry. That stuff was for losers with emotions. Is there anyone out there with ideas or wants to continue this? If you do continue it, let me know what it turns into.
“I don’t have to see you right now”
With his feet edged into the tiled rooftop of a busted old home, that resided on the corner of Lavender Way, Archie tilted his head to the clouds. Relaxing his shoulders, he breathes in the sweet aroma of someone’s nearby baked loaf and admired the small bustling town from above. The cars that shrieked with different tendencies of horns and the occasional screech of rage-fueled drivers washed into his ears like waves. He bit down gently on his lit cigarette that hung onto his pale lips, deciding the time was right to move on. To forget all that once happened, and as the sunset, so did his memories of Lenny.
With her legs crossed and her fingers wrapped around a mug, she watched the world go by outside. The early morning sun reached its beams across the plains landscape, enlightening the life around her. Ren takes in a deep sigh and looks over to her closet, peering at the binder. “It’s one of those days..” She then moved swiftly to the closet, placing her mug down and dresses into a sharp outfit with a button-up shirt and beige pants. He sighs and sits back down on his bed and sighs, sipping at the coffee. “I’m a man today.”
