The purpose of these writing exercises is to take a prompt a week for ten weeks and allow myself ten minutes to expand on it. All the prompts are taken from my writing prompt eBook: Prompt Me.
To check out my list of ten prompts, and maybe have a go yourself, follow this link. Go with the flow, take the prompt literally, or just allow elements to inspire a totally different story. It is up to you. Link back to me, so I can have a read of your creations.
“As soon as I admit that someone is my friend they end up dead. So, for all intents and purposes, I don’t like you.”
“No! You don’t get to push me away.”
“And you don’t get to die because of me.”
She throws me aside, but I grip her forearm, forcing her back to face me. “It won’t be because of you, it’ll be for you… always for you.”
I know that look. It’s the look she had her on her face when she kissed me all those months ago. She can try and push the memory from her mind, but it’s the only real thing I remember of the last year. It’s only there for a second before her eyes shadow over and she coughs away her emotion.
“Okay, I can accept that you don’t like me, but look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me,” I say. She looks to her feet. “Tell me, Erin! Tell me and I will walk away. You’ll never have to see me again.” Still she is quiet. Stepping closer to her, I make her meet my eye. “If you say it, you better mean it, because I will walk away if that’s what you want.”
Her breathing is ragged and her chest heaves in air. “Do you love me?” she asks.
“Don’t reflect the question. Why the hell would I have followed you blindly into this madness if I didn’t love you? I’ve been shot, burnt, buried alive, and she asks me if I love her,” I say, a smile pulling at the edge of my mouth.
She scoffs now. “I thought you were just a bit of an idiot.”
“Yeah, that too.”
She steps away, hands me a gun, and marches on. “Well, if you’re coming, you better get your ass moving.”
“Hey! You can’t leave it like that. Tell me you don’t love me, Erin.”
“You said that if I say it, I better mean it.” She glances back over her shoulder and smiles.
It’s not the declaration of love I was hoping for, but it’ll do for now.
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