My Brain Storms

Hi my name is Blythe! I love to write and read. I’m currently working on 2 book ideas, and my current read is the ACOTAR series. I love my boyfriend and family and most importantly my faith with Christ. I create writing prompts and post some of my own ideas for your opinion. I love to see everyone’s own opinions!

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POV: it’s her revolution

“A little hot tempered there aren't we, darling.” I stare unblinking at his disgusting rouged face. The face of my enemy. The one that has tormented and nearly brought each and everyone that I love to their knees.

“Im only just getting started,” I say, my eyes still locked on my target. With the icy hot rage still flowing in my veins, and my chin held high, I lifted onto my knees, hands braced on the cold marble floor. I say more to myself –and my family– than to anyone else, but loud enough for my enemy to hear, “Until this battle is won, I will not back down. Will not crumble or fall. And by the end of this battle, you will bow down to me and call me royalty.” A slight glaze starts to shine over his eyes. Whether it be pure terror –good, he should be scared– or ignorance I didn't care. I said my next statement with lethal calm and horror in my tone, “It's best to give me your loyalty now, because I'm about to take this kingdom from your very fingertips.” He shuddered at that, shooting glances to his emissaries –or maybe for an escape.

“You don't know what you're up against, girl.” He said with less grit and venom than he probably hoped.

“I will burn at the stake… Do it twice if I have to to defend what's mine.” I grip my knees and stand before him. “I got comfortable living with my pain, and you will soon learn the same.” I said eyes locked on my target again. Power emerges from every pore in my body. I say, “Welcome, to my revolution.” I wasn't sure if I was ready for this battle I was picking to fight but i didnt have time to doubt my abilities as I let every ounce of power and element from my grip. Let all hell break loose on my enemy.

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His constellations…

“You don't need to hide,” I say, my words filling the silence a bit too easily. He had a slight look of confusion on his face so I said, “the darkness. We are all a little messy on the inside. It's okay, you don’t need to hide that.” He didn’t respond. He just wraps his hands around my waist pulling me close.

“Then you don't need to hide yours either,” his voice barely whispers. We just stared at each other. Skylights above us, stars shining. I raised one finger to the sky, and if I could reach up and grab a star, bringing it close to light the darkness between us. I trace the constellations in the night sky. So similar to those freckles on his face.

“I love the stars,” I say gleaming at the skylight. Nothing more needing to be said that night, we lay in each other's arms, and let the night and darkness and stars sweep us into a sound sleep.

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POV: He’s her BIGGEST fan

“Well aren't you so pretty,” he says a grin streaking across his face. Ironic because we both look pretty battered and beat after the fight we just encountered. “You know I’m your biggest fan.” He shot me another cocky grin.

“Those are the words you know so well that I love," I retaliated, adding another mental hash mark to the chalk board counting how many times he's said things of the same. “We better get moving,” I add; at the point where the second wave of enemies moves across the horizon –straight for us.

“I agree,” a long pause before he adds, “but first let me get your autograph.” He leaps away before my flying fist hits his lower jaw. We both laugh, and I catch up to him; moving towards the enemy.

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Pov: He’s her safety

“Would you mind… mind staying awake?” Hesitant, because I know he’s tired. Know he has to be up early tomorrow. But knowing he’s awake; it’s like a safety net. He’s protecting, guarding me. I don’t feel quite so alone or abandoned.

“Of course, love” he responds, wrapping his arms around me tight. “I’m here for you.”

I feel the warmth of his body soaking into me. One hand on my stomach, soothing the pain that lingers there, the other gently stroking my hair, coxing me to sleep.

I wouldn’t sleep. I could never sleep. I wouldn’t leave him alone that way. But maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he’d rather me sleep— rather be alone. But laying there with him, just the sound of breathing. It was comforting, safe. I knew I was safe. I wasn’t alone. I hadn’t been abandoned

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Will she ever love again?

Love to me has always felt like a shield. Like I could protect myself and my family from anything if we just loved each other enough. I see now that love will never be enough to protect me from loss and death. Love can't keep me alive forever nor the people around me. I should have known to not grow too close to those who don't live forever.

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There are many different types of writers out there: organized, consistent… Then there is me who issues the apple Notes app and wakes up randomly in the night to write down the scene that spontaneously popped in my head.

My notes app is a hot mess. All is all though—

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POV: her powers cause a major argument

“Hey!” I yell over the now pouring rain. Each drop hitting my face. A secret blessing the raining was — to hide the tears slowly rolling down my face.

“What,” he merely said back, not even looking over his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” I asked partially knowing. The fight had been not 10 minute ago.

He didn’t answer. All i’d wanted was to go with him, to be like him. Strong, smart, a warrior. I’d try to train with him. I was not nearly as good. Weak, slim, small. I loved him; i just wanted to be at his side, his equal.

All he wanted was someone calm, smart and sensible like him. He never wanted to deal with me…never wanted to help me: care for me, be there to figure things out with me even when i was at my lowest. These past months were hard. I don’t know who i am, what i’m doing, where i’m going to go; i just know that i’m with him; or was with him.

“Im sorry i failed,” I offered but it didn’t go anywhere.

“That’s not what this is about,” he snapped.

“Well what is it about then!” I retaliated stomping in a huge puddle. Great; as if i wasn’t wet enough. At that though, he stopped. He turned slowly but his eyes didn’t meet mine directly. He seemed to sort of look past me.

“You know what it’s about.” He practically spit in my face. Suddenly all his words started spiraling around me.

“Weak. Dumb. Pathetic. Helpless.”

My chest tightened. The sheer vastness of the forest suddenly became unbearable. Suffocating.

“You starred this.” He explained, “you sought this out,” there was pure rage in his eyes. “so you can finish it yourself,” his words hit my like a dagger being sliced through my gut, “or you can quit.” That last word, another slice; through my heart this time.

“Quitter.” That’d be what he thought of me.

He turned on his heal, striding away through the rain.

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POV: The hero won; but at what cost?

“There has been so many people that hurt and destroyed me, but I know the only person that really did damage —that left a hole so great it could hardly be mended— was myself.”

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“Hold your breath,” It was an order but his tone was soft and assertive. Still though I questioned.

“Why?” I spoke with barely more than a whisper.

“Because it increases blood supply, it will help induce the healing which can aid your magic considering you still don’t have complete control over it yet.” His tone still calm but more urgent. He shot a glance towards me still waiting for me to take my breath.

I didn’t say anymore rather, just took in a large breath that puffed out my cheeks into a bubble. He was indeed right. The magic was building faster now and healing quicker.

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POV: The villain won; but so they ever win?

“Face it hero, fate has certainly checked its place here. You have lost, and no one is coming to your rescue.” A wicked grin was pulling at the corners of his mouth. Only that’s when I noticed; the room had gone a little less silent.

“What makes you think I need saving?” I say in a cocky reply.

“What?” Yes, anything to distract him. To catch him off guard. That’s exactly what I need.

“You said I needed someone to save me, but personally I think im doing fine on my own!” My voice was horse but I kept in control. His guard was down, and I knew I will win.

“I would quite agree with her,”

Villain whipped around to find my friend standing too close. Utterly shocked and at a loss for words. Now, I would strike now.

I lunged for him, taking him out in one smooth movement.

“I told you I was fine on my own.” I hissed at villain.

“You will — pay!” He said chocking on air.

My friend and I only walked away. Saying over my shoulder before we left the room entirely, “I think fate certainly did check its place here.”

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POV:

Mortal enemies threatening each other with a dagger, then are forced to dance together at the ball They return to the game and show they put on for the crowed of people in the ball room. They must pretend to be nothing but lovers.

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POV: It was a drunk confession

“What the hell are you doing!” I say blazing into the too small inn room. “You were supposed to ask the inn keeper for another mattress to sleep on!?”

She laid their lazily draped over the only chair in the whole room —a small plush armchair Gods know how old— giggling and slap happily smiling at the ceiling. Her hair was draped over one armrest of the chair, feet across the other.

“Wh—what?” she returned after glancing my way.

“I go out for 45 minutes to get something to eat, and you completely waste yourself?” It was not so much a question because I already knew my answer which was staring back at me. The bottle of wine once resting on the side armoire now in her hand filling her cup.

I took time to set the food down and started toward the mess who was now shifting in her seat. There was no bathroom in this room (the last room available) and only one bed since she —apparently so— did not ask for a second. So I stripped her of her red stained clothes and carried her onto the bed, taking a moment to do the same for myself then plopping down beside her.

“You are very beautiful,” she murmured half awake and staring straight at me.

I smirked a bit, temper softening to her gaze, “You’re as beautiful as the stars shimmering in the golden night sky.” I knew she was wasted and won’t have a clue what she —nor I— will have said in the morning, so I felt it safe to admit that. She was beautiful and always reminded me of the stars —the way she shimmers with light.

She was talking now, lazy to care about the truths that spilled from her tongue as she admitted her feelings and thoughts one by one to me. I wasn’t half listening but merely taking it all in. And i’d know she’d be back to herself in the morning, but a piece of me couldn’t help but wanting this side of her to last longer.

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POV:

She misses him even when she’s with him. maybe it’s not him she misses but something she can’t quite explain. Can’t quite grasp or fully reach. It’s the silence she craves. Not lone silence but with him the comfortable peaceful silence they often share.

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“I like the dark.”

He smirked, words lingering just a bit on his tongue before he said, "I thought you were scared of the dark?”

“I —I am,” a pause, because I hadn't quite remembered when the darkness didn’t feel like I was drowning. Like somehow he was the one protecting me from that, giving me enough oxygen to feel whole and not shallow. Suddenly the night had shifted.

He cut in before I could say more, “but not with me.” Not a question. Only understanding on his face.

I only looked at him, not knowing a better way to answer other than silence. The peace the silence had brought me —he had brought me— these past weeks. I did not know if I'd truly want to accept the feeling.

He leaned in and kissed my brow then my lips. The kiss, enough of an answer as my silent reply had been

He’d rolled back, laying now next to me— us both staring into the darkness above. (I could have sworn I saw stars leaking into the room from the night outside, dancing around the ceiling, and singing silent tunes).

As if he too, knew the peace of the silence —and the dancing stars— we didn’t exchange another word until the sun dawned the next morning. Whether I had fallen asleep —or if he had— I did not know, nor did it matter that much. Because, that morning I felt more rested than I had in many weeks.

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“It was in that moment when i knew i’d truly broken, when i knew no one would understand and truly know the gaping hole inside my chest that’s an endless pit of what i used to be; when i used to be normal and loving and friendly, before i had broken apart.”

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“Hero? What are you doing here?” Villain says opening the door to their apartment to see hero bloodied and numb in the face.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” hero admits. Finally letting go of the shame. Villain stares at them and after a moment brings them in and closes the door behind the two of them.

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Hero is leaning against the trunk of her favorite tree. A huge low-hanging willow. She used to come here and just watch the world go by. He’s here too. Villain. Walking towards hero and her willow tree. Hero’s head is pounding, heart racing right out of her. Villain is closer now and he’s staring right at her heaving chest.

“I’m not nervous,” hero says quickly, hoping he can’t sense the lie, “just a lot going on.”

“What ever you say, princess.” He says with a shrug as he fixes his gaze to hero’s.

‘‘Princess’ that stupid nickname.’ Hero thinks to herself.