Hank and you were both on a watching assignment, waiting for Jacob Hobbs to leave his home and to follow him where ever he goes, it was currently around midnight and one in the morning and you were getting restless havin been in the car for a few hours already.
Hank was angry, just several hours before he had assigned you onto this assignment you had gone out of your way and risked your life for ruzek, Despite being completely fine and having no injuries at all he still was furious and refused to speak to you.
"This car feels cramped, I can hardly stretch my legs" you laughed trying to lighten the obvious tension that was in the air, it didn't work. You sigh and slunk in your seat, you were about to talk again when you noticed a frog outside. "Holy shit" you pressed your face up against the window to stare at the beautiful thing curled peacefully beside the black SUV you and your boss was stationed in. "What? See something?" You heard him lean forward in his seat to try and look at what you were looking at but he couldn't see over you, "there is a frog and it's so cute!" You heard him scoff but you knew it was in lightheartedness. "Unbelievable" hank mumbled quietly under his breath, he cracked a smile before pulling you back into your seat "alright you need to pay attention know, here he comes"
You ended up saving a girls life and seeing a frog all in one night, awesome.
As y'all know, this is part of a repost project of mine to share my pieces from last year's Writemas Challenge! I hope y'all enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them last year!!
Thank you to @agirlandherquill for hosting and inviting me to this wonderful event!! My Day 2 prompts are listed here, and here’s the invitation post and rules.
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My prompts: “You did this…for me?” | A library | Their eyes met, and it felt better than anything else in the world, it felt right | The strength of a hug
“Where are you taking me?” Lettie laughed, barely avoiding tripping on the uneven cobblestones as Donovan pulled her through the busy streets by the hand.
“I already told you, you’ll see!”
“Not if you don’t give me back my glasses!”
Donovan chuckled, his free hand patting the pocket housing the round glasses he’d stashed there for the time being. “How else am I to ensure it remains a surprise? Worry not, I shall return them once we reach our destination.”
Lettie chuckled and rolled her eyes as she allowed him to lead her through the maze of streets and shops. After another moment, Donovan stopped, turning to face her and giving her hand a light squeeze.
“We’re here!”
Lettie squinted her eyes, trying to decipher the blurry splotches of color into something legible.
“And where is here?”
“Patience. Close your eyes.”
“Why bother when you’ve already blinded me?” Her brow quirked upwards playfully.
“Humor me.”
Lettie shook her head with a fond smile. She could hear the excitement in his voice, and obediently shut her eyes.
“Follow me. Mind your step.” Donovan guided her up the steps and opened the door, a bell ringing as they stepped through the threshold and Lettie found herself grinning in anticipation. Donovan momentarily released her hand before appearing behind her and she felt him gently set her glasses to rest comfortably on her nose.
“Alright. Open your eyes.” She did. She looked around in awe as her eyes eagerly scanned her surroundings: Shelves upon shelves stuffed with books. Maps and various artifacts covering every wall and surface. The smell of ink and parchment and leather. A bookshop. He’d brought her to a bookshop.
She immediately rushed forward, examining the spines of the books up close, flipping through pages of poetry, history, and science. She knew she could spend hours, if not days here.
Lettie felt her grin widen as she turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and it felt better than anything else in the world. It felt right.
“How did you find this place? We’ve barely been here a day”
Donovan’s grin matched her own. “It’s the first real town we’ve come across in a while. I knew you’d want some new reading material, so I asked around to find the best bookshop in town.”
“You did that…for me?” Her eyes sparkled and she threw her arms around him. “It’s wonderful! Thank you!”
Donovan paused only a brief moment before returning the hug, resting his cheek on the top of her head with a smile. He’d really missed this.
Seconds later, Lettie pulled away. She had a giddy smile on her face as she took his hand and pulled him through the shop and the two began exploring the shop together.
Heya again y’all! Another joyous day of writemas has come to greet us again! Here is the invite post if you have no idea what I’m talking about and here is where you can check out the prompts I am doing for today!! Today is a fun one! Hope ya like ;)
Prompts used:
(more than usual today)
Feeling: The stirring of darkness + The hiss of the wind(like at the very end lmao)
Dialogue: "Surrender, it is your only hope, your only salvation."
Setting: An altar
Since today is kinda spoookyyy I decided that this a great opportunity to introduce the Bone-Binder to y’all!! He’s sorta been this thing that people have just referred to in each of the writemasses so far, and today I aimed to actually show him and all of his evilness!
Read about the WIP here!!
Have fun reading!!
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Gold, silver and other precious commodities adorned the strange room around them. It was like stepping into a portal and seeing into another dimension. Priceless materials laid at their feet, only at an arm’s reach. Lined along the edges of the room were candles, leading up to many more circling around paintings of a person.
An altar. Such a beautiful one, too. Yet, it was a gluttonous, sickening site for the group to take in. Completely dedicated entirely to the so called ‘one true King’ as it stated so loudly on each tapestry, sign, and painting. The same King that will soon enough have enough power between his bony claws to take over the Queen in rule and control Pytharios to restore true order to the world. They called him the Bone-Binder, from what one of them could read on the engravings of the golden plaque in front of them.
Just outside of the cathedral in which they peered into, something stirred in the withered forest. The sounds kept creeping closer and closer to the doors behind them than any of them would have liked for an especially eerie night like this. One of them looked behind her, then all around, to make sure no one had followed them inside. It seemed to be safe enough for them to rest until it was too late.
Broken glass suddenly shattered into the air as a battalion of fully armed soldiers jumped down from the cathedral's roof windows and grabbed each member of the venturing wanderers. Every single one of adventurers were held back effortlessly, like they didn't even matter to them.
“Let us go! You have no quarrel with us! Please!“ One girl wailed, fearing for all of their lives.
The solider prevent her from her escape hissed into her ear, sneering, “Well, you’ll have to do better than that to live tonight, doll. We need lives like yours for our…cause, we shall say.”
“We are just simple travelers through the area, we meant no harm!” Another, this time a young boy, screamed out loud.
“You are encroaching upon our land. That is considered high treason by the standards of the Bone-Binder. “ The commander of the armed soldiers stated, holding up their spear to the crowd of hostaged innocent people.
Knocking loose suddenly from one of the soldier's death grip, one man pulled out a crude wand with small gemstones fixed from it’s neck to it’s tip. He held it up high so every solider in the room could watch him destroy them all, his look of determination intensifying.
Immediately after casting the spell, though, something shot to his wand, creating a small explosion after it’s hit. Cracks formed all along the surface of the gemstones, causing each one to collapse into itself and fall apart into pieces, completely negating the spell it was casting. Falling to his knees involuntarily, he fell under control to a strange force that had just entered the room.
"Surrender, it is your only hope, your only salvation." A large cloaked figure spoke chillingly from the shadows, commanding the room around him in a cold tone.
He put up his bone hands, only having tattered gray skin resume at his wrists from the abuse of his gem burning it off, to dismiss his soldiers from retaliation, as if he was allowing them to stand by his side and watch the real magic begin. Then, with one quick motion, each of them began to convulse with pain as the dazzling jewel at the end of his wand warped further and further, bending to do his bidding.
Eventually, the movement stopped. No one in the room could move, even the soldiers who watched it all happen. Frozen cold from fear of what he might do next, the commander of the skeletal army quickly glanced over at the Bone-Binder.
“Clean up the mess, you.” The Bone-Binder said, accompanied with an icy stare and a sinister grin growing across his gaunt, yet bare from any skin and musculature, face, “Now I have enough core power to invade across the Sunnes River, and make a quick stop by to see our old friends in Milev. What do you say, commander?”
As the Bone-Binder opened the door to the outside of the cathedral, the wind sent it’s final howl then came to a halt when it realized who it was dealing with.
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I was inspired by the post I did asking what I should write, as several of you wanted this and Today’s Writemas prompts had the perfect opportunity for me to not only write this but also finish and figure out the dialogue for this scene as it’s been in the back of my head for MONTHS
Prompt:
"Take that look off your face. Take your pity and drown in it."
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Ronan trotted through the back alley Finn had crossed into, stopping as he caught familiar voices beyond an open doorway. He hesitated as he noticed Finn, and leaned against a lamppost to eavesdrop.
The elf recognized the closest figure and first voice as the Satyr from the arena he’d suspected, apparently sober and extremely unhappy about it.
"What the FUCK was that, Finn?"
"How do you mean?"
"You know Damn well what!"
A short silence stretched between them as the Satyr shoved him back. His wild curly hair dripped occasionally onto the floor as he glared heatedly at Finn, suggesting someone had dumped a bucket of water on him or something similar.
Despite this, he wore the same cream-colored button-up shirt he'd worn in the arena, but now the upper half stuck to his skin, drenched.
"You've gotten worse, Jak."
“Fuck you too.”
“I'm serious.”
“And so am I. Get the hell out of my office.”
“Not until you let me speak.” Finn glared right back at the man he'd called Jak, and Ronan began to wonder how they knew each other.
"Fine, let me humor your delusions featherbrain, What are you even doing here?" The Satyr crossed his arms, shivering lightly as the water soaked more of his shirt from the long braid that hung down his back.
"We need your help."
He scoffed. "What makes you think I would ever want to help you?"
"We have a lot to offer you. And I know you could use our help."
"Bullshit. Don't belittle me, Finn!"
Finn’s face changed a little, “When was the last time you saw Rose?”
The Satyr's eyes widened for a split second at the name, but it just seemed to make him angrier. "Take that look off your face, take your pity and drown in it!"
Finn sighed. "Why can't you ever listen?"
"This is your fault!"
"What do you mean? I helped you!"
"You ruined my life!" The Satyr's voice lifted to a shout, pronouncing its underlying rasp enough to make Ronan wonder where it had come from.
"I saved your life!"
"Oh, well sorry if I’m not on my knees worshipping you, your fucking highness! You didn’t save shit. The real me died with Evie. But I’m still here suffering, thanks to you." His scowl twisted into a smile that dripped with mocking sarcasm.
"You smell like Alcohol."
The Satyr shoved Finn away from him, but didn't reply.
The Harpy frowned, trying to prompt a response, “You're still drunk.”
“No, but I'd really like to get back to that.”
"You look awful."
"And you aren't much better."
"Jakkon-"
"Get out."
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My first 384-word short contribution starts with a little melancholy.
The chosen prompt : She had never felt so alone in all her life.
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Despite the last rays of the evening sun, it was beginning to get cold on her favorite rock by the water. She usually liked to sit here, alone with her thoughts. Watching the frogs cavorting among the water lilies and reeds. But today, their wrangling and quacking couldn't elicit a smile from her.
Occasionally she took a sip from the glass of whisky, rarely enough for it to last long, but often enough for the full flavor to linger on her tongue, giving her thoughts one last anchor in the present. A drop made the contents of the glass ripple, swirling in a visible spiral before disappearing. Only a glance at the cloudless sky made her realize that it was a tear.
She felt foolish as she wiped her eyes. It was pathetic to sit there and allow the grief of her relationship to overwhelm her.
She had no right to.
She should convince herself that everything would be okay. Fight for it to be. Be as strong as ever.
Instead, she couldn't ignore the coming storm that was inevitably forming in her cloudless sky. It would still be easy to avoid looking. But she was too observant, trained paranoia, to recognize opponents before they surprised you.
She knew it would come with a force she couldn't withstand. An opponent against whom all her strength was useless.
A gust of wind rustled the reeds. The frogs sank beneath the surface to avoid the cool breeze.
She wished she could go with them when her own storm would come. But there was no place for her to hide.
She heard him calling her name. He was calling her to the house for dinner, just like any other ordinary day for the past two years. She emptied her glass, straightened her shoulders, and took one last look at the surface of the water, which lay calm and clear before her.
As she stood up, the surface of the water rippled. Like the gust of wind before, she was the one who frightened the frogs and made them dive. She was their storm.
She took one last deep breath, prepared herself to accept the warmth and love that awaited her, and walked slowly back to the house.
She had never felt so alone in all her life.
Thanks to @agirlandherquill for hosting this challenge!
Tari's Note: Oh, I had so much fun writing this yesterday, and I'm doing it again today because now my brain has ideas™ and I must write them down (I've missed this feeling). This one is technically a continuation from Day 1, but it's a different POV so you don't need to read Day 1 to enjoy this one (I'm trying to keep them all connected).
Also, please excuse any typos! I’ll be writing these directly here so they’ll have minimal editing. Thanks for understanding.
Writemas Day 1
Prompt: The smell of a bakery
Synopsis: Rae's day goes from bad to worse when she realises everyone in her town already knows her ex is back in the old cabin.
Genre/age group: adult contemporary (I’ll turning this into a sapphic romance just so you know)
Warnings: Swearing (once)
Word Count: 0.7k
Rae dug into her third slice of blueberry pie of the day, ignoring the worried glances her brother and best friend threw her way. She was grateful none of them asked her what had gotten into her because if one of them asked, she'd probably combust right on the spot.
Just thinking about it made her nostrils flare. Fourteen years. Fourteen years of no messages, no phone calls, no contact. After fourteen years, she should've been over this, no? She should be a well-adjusted woman in society, not someone who apparently couldn't function at the sight of her first love.
You're so embarrassing, Rae, she thought as she shoved some more pie inside her mouth. She leaned back on the leather booth, crossing her arms over her chest, taking in the slow movement of her brother's bakery. Most people stopped by to get a final order or to take some of the remaining pies for dinner.
She inhaled the sweet scent of baked goods and tried to relax in the only place in this town that didn't remind her of Emily. At the thought of her, she massaged her temples, trying to get the image of her at the door out of her head.
"Everything alright?" Ginny asked. She had her curly hair in a low ponytail, her golden skin flushed from the heat of the bakery. "Do you need another slice?"
Before she could answer, the bakery's bell rang as Mrs Mueller stepped inside at a fast pace, her eyes wide.
"Henry!" she yelled as she walked towards the counter, out of breath. "Where's Rae?"
"He's in the kitchen, Henrietta," Ginny said, looking at the woman over her shoulder. "And Rae's here."
Some of the panic faded from the old woman's features and she joined Rae in the booth, her eyes glancing at the empty plate and then at her.
"So you already know," Mrs Mueller said, nodding to herself. She patted Rae's hand, hers cold from the weather outside. "You have nothing to worry about. I'll talk with my book club friends and we'll find a way to send her away. Now that her grandfather's dead, they'll probably sell the property anyway!"
"Henrietta!" Ginny said as if she was reprimanding a small child. "Don't speak ill of the dead!"
"I'm not speaking ill of the dead! I'm speaking ill of Emily. That girl is trouble."
Tell me about it, Rae thought. Whenever Emily was around, trouble was soon to follow.
"Just let her be," Rae eventually said, trying to seem casual about the whole thing. "And I doubt they'll sell the property."
She stood from her chair and grabbed the plate from the table, disappearing into the kitchen area, where her brother sang under his breath to the radio as he finished cleaning the counters.
"What did Henrietta want?" he asked, lifting his eyes to look at his sister. "Was this about the furniture in the driveway? I told her you'd take care of it."
"I took care of it." Rae dropped her plate and fork in the industrial sink. She gripped its surface and pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to speak the words out loud. She couldn't. "Emily's back."
Saying her name out loud was like someone punching her in the gut. Seeing her in person was ten times worse.
"Oh," was all Henry said for a while. "And Henrietta was here to tell you that, is it?" Rae nodded, feeling her brother's gaze on her. "But you already knew because she was the one responsible for the furniture in the driveway. Wasn't it?"
Rae looked at her brother. He nodded in understanding when their eyes met.
"I told her it was nice to see her again which was obviously a fucking lie." Rae let out a bitter laugh. "And now Mrs Mueller is set on telling her book club friends her master plan to drive Emily away from town."
"And do you want that?" he asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
Rae leaned on the sink and hugged herself, keeping her eyes on her brother as she said, "What I want doesn't matter, Henry."
"Right," he said, shaking his head slightly. "Keep lying to yourself, sis. You won't get closure that way, though. And we both know you're in dire need of it."
Thank you to @agirlandherquill for the prompts and for creating this event! I know I'm getting a late start, but it's the spirit that counts! (Right??)
WIP: Snowy WIP
Prompt(s): "We shouldn't be in here." + A brush of a finger
Words: 462
Notes: Set about 10 years before the beginning of the story, featuring our favourite married couple before they were even dating.
“We shouldn’t be in here,” Isak repeated, his voice tense in the darkness. His back was to her as she worked the tumblers in the safe’s lock by ear and feel. He insisted on watching the door despite her assurances that the homeowner—some rich merchant who’d made his money through dubious means—wouldn’t be back anytime soon.
Gemma rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be the heir to the greatest thief this side of the Vidin Mountains?”
“Greatest smuggler.”
“Ah. Completely different.”
“It is,” he replied. “I use threats of violence to get my way, not subterfuge and lockpicks.”
“Then this will be a good lesson in subtlety for you.” The last tumbler clicked into place and the safe sprung open. Gemma grinned victoriously.
He scoffed. “I don’t need lessons in subtlety.”
“No?” She rifled through the papers in the safe, using the slant of moonlight cutting through the curtains to read the headings. “Because even Matthias has noticed you checking out my ass, and he’s the least observant person I’ve ever met.”
“To be fair, most of the people you’ve met were piss drunk.”
“You don’t deny it?”
“Deny what?”
She paused to shoot him an annoyed look over her shoulder.
He was already looking at her with an infuriating smirk. “Have you found it?”
“No, though you’re welcome to take over if you think you’d be faster,” she said with as much false sweetness as she could muster.
“Why would I do that?” he teased. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”
Gemma bit her lip and prayed that the darkness hid the shiver that ran down her spine. His stupid voice did things to her that she wouldn’t admit under torture.
She flipped through a few more pages before she found what she was looking for: a contract with a local supplier that would prove the merchant’s collection of artwork and artefacts were fakes. Excellent fakes, but worthless. It would be more than enough for blackmail.
She opened Isak’s coat and tucked the folded contract into his inside pocket.
“I have to carry the incriminating evidence?”
“You’re a smuggler. You transport things,” she said, patting his chest. “I’m just a thief.”
He grinned, and the pad of his thumb skimmed her jaw. “You’ve never been ‘just’ anything, Gem.”
She tried not to smile back.
A door slammed above them, marking the return of their fraudster merchant.
Isak followed the heavy steps across the ceiling. “I thought you said—”
“I may have exaggerated how long he’d be gone for,” she whispered.
“What?!”
“My uncle wouldn’t have let me do this if I’d told the truth!”
He stared at her, then shook his head and laughed. “Alright, what now?”
Gemma smiled again, fully smiled, and grabbed his hand to lead him in their escape.
