No title available
d e v o n
tumblr dot com
AnasAbdin
Keni
@theartofmadeline
hello vonnie
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
#extradirty
titsay
JVL
Today's Document
styofa doing anything
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
noise dept.
DEAR READER
🪼
Stranger Things
almost home
KIROKAZE
seen from France
seen from Malaysia
seen from India
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Morocco
seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from Nigeria
seen from India
seen from India
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Kyrgyzstan
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Nigeria
seen from United States
@caparkertomesworld-blog
Writer's Tendrils Vol 7
Writer’s Tendrils Vol 7
She woke up suddenly, as though from a dream. Her hands went to her throat as she gasped, bringing reality crashing back. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. She rolled off the bed onto the floor with a thunk. The door flew open, and in rushed a blur of scrubs. “Careful, careful now,” a male voice admonished. “Okay, one, two, three, lift!” Another voice took over. “Move it, she’s only got…
View On WordPress
The Witchy Day
Fictober Prompt 31: “Pumpkins are supposed to be orange!”
Note: Original fiction
A florescent pumpkin flew through the door, just missing Lin’s head. She spun back around to see her two best friends giggling at the kitchen island. Knives and wands seemed to be flying around.
“Well, I see someone started without me,” she chuckled.
“You are late, you know,” Neha danced from foot to foot.
“Someone wanted me to bring more ice cream, I’m blameless,” Lin plopped the mentioned goods on the island.
“Oooh, cookie dough, you’re forgiven.” Sandra grabbed the spoons from a drawer.
The three of them dove into the gallon of ice cream amidst the pumpkin scrap laden counter. Someone hit the remote for music, and suddenly they were dancing around gleefully with a bottle of wine.
"You know, we should actually do the pumpkins, pretend to be productive," Lin slurred a little a half hour later.
"Done and done." Neha picked up her wand from the counter and gave it a wave.
The three fell giggling as the pumpkins carved themselves into funny faces and cats. The pumpkins landed on the counter and slowly started to shift colors from their stately orange to screaming green.
"Hey Neha, pumpkins are supposed to be orange!" Lin commented in a fit of giggles.
"Do you think someone will notice?" Neha hiccupped.
"Probably will, those mortals are pretty observant," Sandra said.
"Fine, presto, nice boring pumpkins." Neha huffed before taking another sip from the wine bottle.
That’s a wrap folks, thank you to @the960writers for putting out the prompt list and everyone who reblogged or interacted with the posts.
Fictober prompt 30: “It’s done.”
Note: Original Fiction
“What do you mean you’re going to push the big red button?” Micha yelled.
“It’s the only thing we haven’t tried yet,” Marion shot back.
“We’re on an alien spaceship, and you want to violate one of the big science fiction rules?“ He took a couple more shots out the door.
“You see any other options hot shot?“
“No, but I’m sooo not taking responsibility for this,” Micha backed inside the door.
“That’s good, cause it’s already done.” She backed away from the console she’d been working.
The doors closed just inches from the end of Micha’s gun. He stepped back further into the windowless room they had found themselves in, panting. He sat down against a smooth wall, letting the gun rest on the floor.
“Well, now what?” Marion asked.
Fictober Prompt 29: Alone in a cave
Note: Original Fiction
Indy waited patiently for mother nature to finish her tantrum. She started up a little fire in the mean time, since the storm looked like it would go a while. She had a merrily bubbling stew as the thunder crashed.
“And so the wheel turns,” she said as she took a bite.
The storm still hadn’t let up by the time she was done eating. Judging that it would keep going, she laid out a bedroll against one of the side wall. She drowsed to the sound of rain renewing the earth.
Fictober prompt 28 “Do you know the problem with these?”
Note: Original fiction
The rattling and swearing was starting to annoy Camilla as they waited for the pizza. She glanced at the clock, determining it was indeed late. Lisa swore again, so Camilla turned to her.
“What are you doing back there anyway Lisa?” She asked.
“Casting the bones, what did you think I was doing, murdering innocents?” Camilla shook them between her hands again.
“Casting the bones I gathered, why?”
“Because the bones have come up the same the past ten times I’ve cast them. That never happens.” Lisa cast the bones onto the coffee table again.
“So?” Camilla gritted her teeth.
“Hate fortune telling though you do, I would think even you would understand the significance of unchanged readings. It’s practically unheard of outside of unavoidable danger.” Lisa rambled.
“Again, so? Who are you casting for?”
“Oh now you want to know? You.” Lisa looked her dead in the eye.
“Do you know my problem with these bones? They can mean anything at all.” Camilla shook her head.
The doorbell rang, interrupting Lisa’s retort. Camilla bounded off the sofa to get the door, and she hoped the pizza.
Fictober prompt 27: Not enough
Note: Original Fiction
A lime mist burbled from the cauldron and clung to the polished wood floors. The cauldron itself emitted an orange light. Nate sat patiently on the floor, holding the wormwood as it waited to be added.
"Yes, yes, this time I shall succeed," he mumbled.
The smoke turned a sickly shade of lilac as the cauldron rocked on its stand. Nate leaned forward and dropped in the wormwood in, carefully avoiding disturbing the chalk lines he sat inside.
"Now, the moment of truth," he crowed.
The light from the cauldron changed from orange to umber. It started to whistle as though it were a kettle rather than an open faced pot. Nate slammed his hands over his ears.
"Nooooooo." Nate stood straight up. "My perfect acne removal potion ruined. It must not have enough dragon's blood."
He took the cauldron off the heat, taking it to the bathroom. He dumped the contents and flushed the toilet with a stream of muttering. He pulled a book off his shelf to consult, leaving the cauldron to cool.
Fictober prompt 26: “I’ll deal with you later.”
Note: Original fiction
Jonathan grimaced as the paper showing his grade landed on his desk. His group mates crowded around to see. They cooed appreciatively over the passing score they’d all received.
“I’ll deal with you later.” He swing a glare around the circle.
They backed off immediately, leaving him with his thoughts of how best to salvage the semester. This low B was going to make it almost impossible to maintain his perfect A record.
“I told them not to slack on their parts, I told them,” he muttered to himself, clenching his hands under the desk.
Fictober prompt 25: On the balcony
Note: Original Fiction
“Hey Aleta, care to dance?”
The beading on her flowing navy dress tinkled a little as she turned to face Malcolm. She thought on it a moment, fanning her fingers at her sides and closing them again.
“Sure, why not? It’s your birthday after all,” she said.
“Ah, but just because I am the seventh prince doesn’t mean you have to oblige me,” he smiled.
“If you say so, Your Highness.” Aleta placed her hand on his shoulder.
They danced two waltzes before taking a break. Aleta grabbed a goblet of fruit juice and headed out for some fresh air. She found herself on one of the balconies dotting the castle facade. She was only alone for a moment though.
“General, did you require anything?” A male voice asked from against the wall..
“No Captain, all is well that I’m aware of.” She saluted.
“Very well ma’am.”
“Working still? It’s past midnight.” Malcom sauntered out holding a glass.
“You should know by now, my job is never done.” Aleta cracked a wry grin.
“Ah, but tonight you are alone on a balcony with the seventh prince of Arlie, there’s nothing I cannot do tonight.” He opened his hand in front of him for her to take.
Fictober prompt 24: “I knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through”
Note: Original Fiction
Kele walked out of the lively tavern quickly, hiding the shaking in his hands. He hurried anywhere away from that scene, that final party celebrating their upcoming success. He ducked out of town and into the woods, walking until the noise had given way to the night time forest.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through.” A merry voice said from the branches.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up, you’re the one who started all this.” Kele kept walking.
“And you’re the one to finish it, what’s the difference?” The stout creature dropped to the ground and started following him.
“The difference? All you did was lose a game up in wherever you higher beings live. I’ve been dragged over three continents fighting monsters the whole way.” Kele huffed.
“Yet here you are, ready to let the world rot because you can’t handle it son.”
“Don’t you dare call me son, you never did anything apart from get me in trouble.” Kele tried to swat at the creature, but missed.
“Doesn’t change that you are my blood, and therefore without you the other side wins,” it said.
Kele turned towards the creature about to tell it off. Instead, a puff of smoke dissipated where the body had been and a merry laugh danced through the trees. Kele sat up against a tree and waited, but it didn’t come back. He sighed, and settled in for the night.
Because fancy hotels...
Fictober prompt 23: It was just for one night.
Note: original fiction
She sank slowly into a bubble bath big enough for four people with a groan. The water just kissed the base of Nora's blond hair all twisted up in a clip. Around her, the mix of light and dark marble gave off a romantic light.
"Not that that's going to happen," she muttered to herself looking at her sword.
She lay in the bath for a while, enjoying the warmth after weeks of cold, hard nights. Stalking the wilds in search of mythical monsters certainly took it out of a girl. She froze when she heard a light footfall outside the bathroom. Silently, she rose out of the tub and grabbed her sword off the vanity.
Nora stalked out of the bathroom, clinging to the walls. She'd turned off the lights when she went into the bathroom, though her pale skin was still rather reflective. She made it across the bedroom and into the foyer of the luxury hotel suite the pixie was paying for. There were shuffling footfalls from the back of the dark foyer. Nora silently fell in behind the footfalls and laid her sword across it's throat.
"Who goes there?" She menaced.
"Damn it Nora, you scared the life out of me!" A deep male voice issued from the shadow.
"Dale! What are you doing sneaking around in here?" Nora repositioned the sword at her side.
"Well, um, I was just looking." He squeeked.
"Dale, you're looking at the marble work, seeing if it matches your family's work, aren't you?" She sighed.
"Can you blame me? This is outrageous, and we only have it for one night." He started to turn around.
"Nuh uh mister, you face that window until I'm gone." Nora said curtly.
Nora slunk back into her room and put on a robe in case Dale followed. She ran a hand through her bath, but it felt cold now, so she pulled the plug. Sighing, she fell into the giant bed with the TV remote and her sword for the night.
#poetry #sundayscribble #amwriting #writer
Fictober prompt 22: They knew that hope requires disbelief.
Note: original fiction
Gina didn't want to say it out loud, but they were all going to die in this skyscraper. The blood red pit stretched before them, encompassing almost the entire floor already. Beside her, Paul and Edwin stood atop desks of their own.
"What about banishing?" Paul shouted over the vortex.
"Too slow," she shouted back, "what about a sealing?"
"We don't have the ingredients, unless you happen to have dragon's blood in your back pocket?" Edwin shot back.
"No, but we're about to be demon food, so what do you want me to do? Go gently into the night?" She yelled as the put grew to include their desk legs.
"Actually yes!" Paul shouted, "Jump in the pit everyone."
"Have you lost your mind? We'll die," Gina sidled backwards on her desk until she was against the window.
"No, we won't. Not til it's fully formed anyway," Paul didn't wait for their reply, jumping as far as he could into the pit.
Gina and Edwin exchanged long suffering glances before taking as much of a running leap as they could after him. Sometimes hope for survival required suspension of disbelief in their line of work.
Fictober prompt 21: ”What are you afraid of?”
Note: Original fiction
The ice glare was blinding today as Alec trudged up the mountain. Even in high summer, the ice fields wouldn’t melt, but it was far from summer now. Beside him, Zara’s boots crunched steadily. They trudged for another hour in the pristine pine woods.
“Hey, how much further are your traps?” Zara paused a moment to drink from her swinging canteen.
“Not too far now. Then we’ll have to make the circuit.” Alec copied her.
“You know, when you got me into this, you made it sound a lot more fun,” Zara huffed.
“It is fun, didn’t you want to get out of town for a while? Away from all the gossip stuff and whatnot?” Alec resumed walking.
“You promised you wouldn’t remind me you scoundrel.”
“Well...” Alec yelped as she pushed a handful of snow down his back.
“Ha!” She giggled.
“Zara, we need to keep it down. Talking is alright, loud noises not so much.” He went on as he tried to fish the snow out.
“What are you afraid?” Zara gestured around them, “There’s nothing out here.”
“There’s always something in these mountains,” Alec said cryptically.
Vacay
Fictober prompt 20: The mysterious holiday
Note: Original fiction
"Hey where are we going?" Anna whined whole petting his right arm.
"For the twentieth time, it's a surprise." Gabe grumbled half-heartedly.
"You told me to pack a suitcase and get in the car, and I did, but where are we going?" Anna continued to pet Gabe as he drove.
"Can you let nothing be a surprise? Does mystery and wonder mean nothing to you anymore?"
"But I want to know now!"
"Fine, we're going to the airport, happy?" Gabe made a left turn.
"And to where from there?" Anna pressed.
"I guess you'll just have to wait til we get to the gate." He grinned.
"But that's not fair," she whined again.
Gabe didn't answer. It took him moments to navigate the flurry of signage around the airport into a parking spot. He hoisted both their carry one out of the trunk and locked the car. He hustled Anna into a shuttle, ignoring her nails in his skin. Security took a little longer, but finally he brought them to a gate. Anna let out an ear piercing squeal when she read the sign.
Fictober Prompt 19: “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”
Note: Original fiction
“Sometimes all I want to do is lay on the couch and not move for days,” Isabelle complained.
“Help me put the groceries away and you can have a couple hours.” Adam hoisted a bag onto the counter.
“Fine, slave driver,” she mumbled.
“What was that dear?”
“Nothing, just wondering if there was room to store all the potatoes under the sink.” She picked up the bag for emphasis.
“Pretty sure that wasn’t what you said. Do I need to tickle it out of you?” He flexed his fingers in front of him.
“That’s exactly what I said.” Isabelle put the potatoes down.
Adam pounced Isabelle, tickling her midsection ferociously. Isabelle let out a yelp followed by a stream of giggles. The pair ended up in an undignified heap on the floor giggling like schoolgirls.
“You know, for some reason, I’m attracted to you even more when you do that,” she gasped.
“I hope it stays that way my dear.” Adam leaned over and kissed her.
Writer's Tendrils Vol 6
Writer’s Tendrils Vol 6
Lily didn’t realize she was falling until she hit the floor. She stared at the water glass in Dr. Stephen’s hand that hadn’t been there a minute ago, that hadn’t even been in the room. Dr. Stephen sat calmly as he took another sip. “Where did that come from? How did you do that? Are you pranking me?” Lily rearranged herself so she was sitting cross legged. “Like I said, I’m Aos SĂ. We’re all…
View On WordPress
Trading Places
Fictober prompt 18: Trading Places
The deafening noise continued as Theo tried to push his way out of the blinding light beam. He could see his friends’ lips moving, but no sound reached him. He screamed when he realized he was no long touching the floor.
“Tell my mother I love her, and Amy too,” he screamed, hoping someone would hear him.
Theo was drawn up out of the baseball field he had been innocently playing on moments before. He seemed to pick up more speed the higher he went, passing through the atmosphere into the void as a blur of light.
He’d passed the point of panic a while ago, accepting that the beam wouldn’t let him leave. Theo’s eye caught on a strand of pink light in the beam, the first since he’d left Earth. He focused, picking out more and more strands, until the beam looked more like a rainbow than the pure white it had been. Then he stopped moving.
Six violently orange arms reached for him. Theo stumbled backwards into another set of arms that lifted him up onto a silvery floating platform. He stood there dumbstruck by a crowd of small bodied creatures with all these arms. His knees gave way just before he recognized the announcer speaking in perfect English.
“It looks like our Trading Places wheel has been successful folks. Paqog has successfully landed on planet X3475, and in his place we have Theo Birch of Lincoln. Welcome Theo, and let the games begin!”