10 Weeks, 10 Prompts, 10 Minutes #6 (Prompt Me Special)

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.

The Prompt:

“There are a number of things to remember: don’t make eye contact, do not accept any food or liquid, and if she scratches her ear she is planning to kill you.”

“Scratching ear- dead. Got it,” I reply, pacing from the length of the room. “I don’t see why I can’t take my gun? If she is going to be loaded up and surrounded by her men, then surely it makes sense that I’d have something… anything?”

“You cannot be seen as a threat,” Jackson says, injecting the tracker into my scalp. “Naivety may just keep you alive long enough to say what needs to be said. Your best bet is to act ignorant, okay? As far as she is concerned, you’re just some guy we’ve found to be our messenger. If Vicka knows you’re Frankie’s son, then she won’t give you time to kiss your ass goodbye.”

The confidence I once felt at having been chosen to face Vicka is quickly replaced by doubt. I wasn’t chosen because I was up for the job, a good fighter, a decent negotiator. I was chosen because I looked innocent enough to encourage Vicka to at least hear what I have to say before she guts me. That’s all The Sphere needs- Vicka to listen. After that, I’m expendable, legendary father or no.

“Have you rehearsed the script?” Jackson asks, hands firm on my shoulders, so I can’t look anywhere save his face. I nod, although, I think the script is awful; penned like a begging child rather than a request for help. Vicka won’t take to our begging. She may be many things, but from what I know of her, she doesn’t give out mercy or charity. It’s weird to think that we’re on the same side… kind of.

“If I recite that script, then I’m dead and The Sphere would have lost any potential help from Vicka. Have you read it? It sucks ass.” Jackson eyes me sternly. “Don’t look at me like that. You know it as well as I do, but you’re just too chicken shit to say anything to the Boss Man.”

Jackson looks taken aback. “The script is short and too the point. It gives you chance to say what needs to be said.”

“Before she kills me.”

“If you do this right, then you’ll be fine.”

I laugh in his face. “She will kill me if I’m begging on his behalf, Jackson. You don’t have to worry. Run and tell the Boss Man that I’ll deliver his little speech for the good of The Sphere, but you can also tell him that I HAVE NOT died for him. I have died for the innocent back home. I have died for my Dad.”

“You won’t die, Dex.”

“Like you care.”

 


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10 Weeks, 10 Prompts, 10 Minutes #5 (Prompt Me Special)

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.

The Prompt:

In total, sixteen ships came to rescue us. That meant that only sixteen thousand humans had survived the death of earth.

They call themselves Control Officers, the ones who have been assigned to watch over the humans. Most of us are subdued; happy to be safely off of Earth, but a few are already experiencing some kind of cabin fever. A Control Officer beat a man to a bloody pulp after he got hold of a gun from somewhere and shot at a window. The bullet ricocheted back into the room, imbedding into an old woman’s thigh. The woman would have bled out there and then if not for my mother’s surgical knowledge.

Mum and I barely converse with anyone in our dorm. After we boarded, we were separated into groups of two hundred and forced to live with strangers. There are five groups, so I’m guessing there are five areas of this massive ship that are occupied just like ours. There were sixteen ships in total, so that’s sixteen thousand people who have escaped the death of Earth.

Mum and I have to share a bunk no bigger than a camp bed, and the sweaty, musky smell from too many bodies in a small space is becoming intolerable. I try not to sleep- it sounds silly, I know, but its easier to doze for an hour or so in the rec rooms.

Our rec rooms are fairly spacious. There are arcade games, exercise equipment, and lots of tables and chairs. We do everything in this room, including eat. Vac pac food is wheeled in on trolleys three times a day; you miss it, you don’t eat. The Control Officers say that it will take three months to get back to their planet. I have a little piece of paper in my pocket, and I tally off the days just for something to keep me sane.

I’m alone in the rec room, so I drag some of the tables and chairs aside to make a clear space. I’ll put them back when I’m done. Then, pressing the button on the control panel for some music, a tune I have not heard before plays softly over the speakers. It is a pretty song- pretty but sad. My chest aches for home, and those who did not make it upon the ships. Removing my shoes, I stretch a little and let my body feel the music. Dancing reminds me of my Gran. She was my number one fan, and was so excited when I got into the dance academy, but then the solar flares started and life as we knew it fell to pot.

Dancing helps me rid myself of claustrophobia. We’re not supposed to be in the rec rooms after lights out, but its the only time I can breathe. It’s not like I’m being a nuisance. I always leave it how I found it, and have the music on its lowest setting. I’m dancing, for god’s sake, not shooting at windows.

I slump to the floor, out of breath and sweating.

“Your body moves like liquid,” says a voice from the door way. I jump to my feet at the sight of a Control Officer. “I have never seen that dance before.” His accent is strong. The Control Officers speak amongst themselves in their own language, but have learnt how to speak many Earth languages.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to be in here–”

He raises his hand to silence me. “I know you come up here. I like to watch you. What is that dance called?”

I blush crimson. “Well, it doesn’t really have a name. I supposed we call it improvisation. I just do what feels right.”

“So, that is not a dance with steps?” he asks. I shake my head and set to moving the table back into place. “Interesting. You looked sad when you were dancing. Dancing is supposed to be joyous, yes?”

“Dance is whatever you want it to be. I was thinking about home and my late Grandmother. I was… expressing my feelings through my dancing.”

“Your home is a dead planet.” His brow is furrowed, and he tilts is head in curiosity. “Earth is a shell. There is nothing to miss.” He has the same black and white attitude that is apparent in all the Control Officers. They have no time for sentiment it seems.

“Yes, but it is still my home. All my memories are there. I had friends and family there. I’m grateful to be here, but I miss Earth- I always will.”

His lips turn down for a moment. “You will like my home, Zan. It is much like your Earth, but our main stars are different, ours is bigger and red. Yes, you will like it, and you will make new memories.”

I smile. He’s trying to make me feel better. None of the Control Officers act like they have any personality, and it’s reassuring to know that they are similar to humans in some ways. “A red sun. Wow, that I have to see. Why did you rescue us?”

“Because you were in trouble. That is a strange question.” His face is an open book. They really did rescue us because it was the right thing to do.

“Usually, people have motives for doing something that does not benefit themselves, or at least, human people do.”

“That is… er, what is that word?…selfish. What is your name?” he asks.

“Lily, like a flower we had on Earth.”

“I am happy to meet you, Lily Flower, my name is Lowen.” He holds out his hand to me and shakes mine awkwardly. I giggle at the sudden formality, and the way he said my name. “Did I do it wrong?” he says, looking at his hand as if it is something foreign.

“No. It was fine,” I say, still giggling at him.

He lunges toward me, wrapping me in a stiff embrace. “I’ve seen other humans greet each other like this,” he says into my hair. “Is this correct?”

I burst into full blown laughter. “Something like that. We can work on it.”

 


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Ten Weeks, Ten Prompts, Ten Minutes #3 (Prompt Me Special)

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.

The Prompt:

The moon is an engineered structure built for the purpose of observation. Someone or something has been watching us.

Standing in my garden on a crisp, clear night when the moon is big and fat, the settlements are clearly visible. They marr the surface of the moon as I remember it as a child, and sometimes in perfect conditions, lights are visible, twinkling upon the surface like glitter.

I still remember the day they came. The ‘outsiders’, as they were quickly dubbed by the media, told grand tales of two moons. They said that before there was any trace of humanity upon earth, they had discovered our tiny, innocent planet rotating around the sun with two moons, one of which controlled our dangerous tides. The other was half the size and hidden behind the larger.

The Outsiders were there to observe and explore back up planets for when the time came that their own planet failed them, but they claimed that another race of hostile aliens from a dying planet came to conquer our world. However, they met resistance from the Outsiders. There was a war and the main moon was destroyed in a last ditch attempt for the hostiles to take the earth. The smaller moon, the moon we see today, was left behind, settling our tides and terraforming our planet into the world we occupy. The Outsiders set up surveillance devices within our moon, and then left.

However, they came back. 2038 was the year of their return. Their sun was failing them, and a once healthy population had dwindled in wars or through starvation and solar flares. The few survivors- five hundred thousand in total- fled to our atmospheric world in search of safety and a new life.

At first they were welcomed, and their advanced technology was welcomed, but then came the power struggles. Humans took their technology and tried to turn it upon them. That’s what ignorance and fear can do- it can make rational minds do irrational things. The Outsiders have always been more advanced, more powerful, and they have and will always hold the upper hand. They are smarter than us in many ways; they knew that a war would only destroy a planet that both of our races depend on, so they offered a proposal. They wanted our moon. A fragile agreement was made, and the domed colonies have been upon the surface of the moon for the past fifteen years.

 


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Ten Weeks, Ten prompts, Ten Minutes #1 (Prompt Me Special)

Today sees the return of my Ten Weeks, Ten Prompts, Ten Minutes writing exercise, and these are extra special because the prompts have been selected from my Prompt Me ebook. You are more than welcome to join in, I only ask that you tag me, so I can read your creations.

Week One’s Prompt:

What would you do if every book on your bookshelf has a page turned down and the first word of every page spells out a message to you?

The beach is heaving with sun chasers. I can barely glimpse the sea through the crowds. I prefer winter, when the ‘Beach Shack’ is cooler, and I’m making hot chocolates for the dog walkers, and not sweating to death serving ice creams to stressed parents with screaming kids. Andy’s idea of air con is a crappy fan that blows hot air around the shack, but I know that without the manic summer months, the Beach Shack wouldn’t survive, and I wouldn’t have a job.

As soon as the clock flicks to 6pm, I shut the serving hatch, and start the clean up. A knock on the back door, startles me, but it’s not unusual to get a cheeky holiday maker trying their luck at getting an ice cream or cold drink. I usually give them what they want- karma and all that.

Tonight, however, a suited and booted man stands in the doorway. “I’m looking for Willow.” He takes another step into the shack, allowing the door to bang shut behind him, and offers his hand. He looks to be in his late twenties with a shaved head and a tattoo behind his left ear.

“That’s me,” I say, shaking his hand.

“Andy sent me to introduce myself. I’m going to be joining the team,” he says, leaning back on his heels and surveying the shack.

I know I stare at him like a weirdo, but he’s totally taken me aback. “Andy’s hired you?”

“Yeah, you could do with some help, right?” He eyes me warily, taking another step into the shack.

“Andy can barely afford to keep me in a job. Sorry, I’m just a little shocked.”

“Oh, he has big plans for the place. You’ll be needing the help.”

Now, my shackles are up. Andy is a seventy year old man, with a head for traditions and the simple life. He refuses to sell any coffee other than Nescafe because he can’t pronounce cappucino.

The man leans against the counter, and crosses his ankles. There is a knot in my tummy, and his intense glare eats into my core.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Jai.”

He continues to look around the shack, his eyes coming to rest on the bookshelf.Andy has a small shelf of exactly eightteen books that do nothing but gather dust. I’ve never looked to read them, and Andy said they were there when he bought the shack ten years ago. It would be weird to move them now.

“Well, Jai. It’s nice to meet you. Did Andy say when you’ll be starting? He’s a stickler for training. The man has a passion for a well made coffee. I’m sure he said, you’ll have to perfect the art of cappucino making before he’ll take you on,” I feign a laugh and a shrug.

“Oh yeah, he said my cappucino making skills would be the deal breaker. He was drinking one when I saw him, actually.”

Edging toward the door, I feel my heart beating throughout my whole body. I keep the mop and bucket in between us. I have no idea what is going on, but I know that every fiber of my body is screaming at me to get away from this Jai- if that’s even his name. Why is he lying?

He notices my sudden loss of composure, and his eyes flit over the menu. “You don’t sell cappucinos, do you?” He smiles, and wipes his thumb along his bottom lip. “Very good, Willow.”

I back in to the door. “Why are you really here? What do you want?” I ask, fighting the panic attack about to overcome me. I lunge for my phone in my bag that hangs on the rack, but Jai pre-empts me, tackling me into the wall, and wrapping his hand over my mouth as I scream bloody murder.

“Shut it, Willow! I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you.” Sobbing into his palm, I nod my head when he asks me to keep quiet. He slowly removes his hand and turns me to face him. “I guess I didn’t handle this very well, did I?” he says, wiping tears from my cheeks.

“Who are you?” I sob.

“I’ve already said- I’m  Jai.  I had to see how much you knew, but clearly you have no clue about any of this. I’m looking for something, something important. ”

“Then, look. Just let me go, please.”

He nods, but locks the door and takes the key. “Help me, and then you can leave. Where in this dive could someone hide a chip, SD Card, memory stick, something along those lines? Is there a safe?” He lets me go and walks to the far side of the shack.

“Yes, but it’s empty. I take the cash to Andy’s every night.” I hold myself in the corner, wondering if I can reach my phone without being noticed.

Jai growls. “Think Willow. Is there a cupboard? Something that is rarely used that could hide something?”

“Everything here is used. Except the books. They’ve not been touched in the five years I’ve worked here, probably not ever. I don’t know what you want from me!” I bawl at him.

Jai starts removing books from the shelf, then turning to me, he shows me the folded down pages at the front of every book. “Well, it seems that someone has touched them. Help me open them.” I do as I’m told. Crossing the shack, I take the first book. “Willow, tell me the first word on each folded page.”

The… link…is…within…the…mind…of…the…girl

Jai stares at me, his mouth hanging open. “Keep reading,” he orders.

She… is…the…key..to…opening…the… final…portal. What does that mean?” I ask. My shock at the hidden message makes me momentarily forget the situation I’m in.

“It means you’re coming with me.” He slips his hand under my arm, and pulls me toward the door.

“I’m not going anywhere with you! What has that message got to do with me?”

Jai sighs and spins on his heel to face me, taking my upper arms forcefully. “It means that you have exactly what my people need locked away in that pretty little head of yours. Your one of us, Willow.”

“One of who?”

“The Port Keepers. You’re the missing link.”


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The Return of Ten Weeks, Ten Prompts, Ten Minutes!

I have been re-reading my Ten Weeks, Ten Prompts, Ten Minutes posts from last year, and I have decided to start them once again. They’re pretty self explanatory- I have one prompt a week for ten weeks, and allow myself ten minutes to expand on it.

Last time, I created ten prompts in advance, this time, I have picked ten prompts from my writing prompt ebook: Prompt Me. And just like last time, you are welcome to join in with the exercises and use the prompts for your own expansions. Just remember to tag me, so I can read your masterpieces.

Here are the prompts:

  1. What would you do if every book on your bookshelf has a page turned down and the first word of every page spells out a message to you?
  2. When they began splicing organic tissue with machinery to create advanced artificial intelligence, that’s when the world was lost.
  3. The moon is an engineered structure built for the purpose of observation. Someone of something has been watching us.
  4. What would you do if you were woken by a ringing phone in your coffin?
  5. In total, sixteen ships came to rescue us. That meant that only sixteen thousand humans had survived the death of earth.
  6. “There are a number of things to remember: don’t make eye contact, do not accept any food or liquid, and if she scratches her ear she is planning to kill you.”
  7. “When I said come bearing gifts it was code for weapons. I can’t believe you brought cheesecake.”
  8. They said that I was insane and that I never had a sister. They even went as far as to edit her out of my photographs. I know they did because they missed one- the one I keep in my locket.
  9. “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.”
  10. What would you do if the news reporter on your television started talking directly to you?

I have prompt one scheduled for tomorrow, so keep your eyes peeled. Why not have a bash yourself?


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Prompts taken from KJ.Chapman’s book: Prompt Me: 150 Writing Prompts for Beating the Block. Only 99p!

 

 

 

 

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