Prompt Me Series

Prompt Me #10

Thank you to everyone who has popped by over the last 10 weeks to read my Prompt Me posts. Can you believe that 10 weeks have gone by already?

However, week 10 also means that you can only get my ebook, Prompt Me, at the sale price of 0.99p for one more week.

Next week, I will announce the new series starting in four weeks. I like a little break in between series for my own sanity. It also gives me scheduling time.

To replace this post for the next four weeks there will be a little post with information about my published books.


Prompt:

Black velvet is never used by the light occult. It is said to be a bad omen.

My Interpretation:

It’s after dark, and definitely after curfew. I could have been seriously punished just for coming here. To find that Fenrin isn’t here doesn’t sit well with me. The warning bell is guaranteed to sound within the next five minutes, and no one is stupid enough to go out after that.

The only place Fenrin would go after dark is to my hut, it’s the only reason worth the punishment. Staying out in the dark after the bell is certain death.

Not only that, his door was unlocked too. That alone puts a knot in my tummy. They can work doors. God knows where those things came from or how they have any form of consciousness. It is said that they are just minions to a darker force. The only ones to find out are the unlucky ones. The truth will die with them.

We have been terrorised by them for the past five winters. Each night they prowl. Each night they look to our community as a source of food. Not in the flesh and bone sense, but in the sense that they feed off of our essence. The light occult is a powerful source of magic, and somehow, they feed from it. Only a being of the dark occult would or could do such a thing. You feed from an essence, you kill the being.

Where are you, Fen? The warning bell sounds and my stomach sinks. Hopefully, he made it to another hut. Perhaps he went to my hut. I lock the door with iron, and then with magic. Then, I snuff the candle.

I sit for what feels like hours staring at the door. I hear no screams, so that’s a good sign. If everyone is safe, they’ll move on. Please, move on.

There is a bang against the door and it shudders. I clasp my hand to my mouth to muffle a scream. How can they know I’m in here? Another bang. I scuttle back toward the pantry incase my magical protection fails.

The handle turns, the lock clicks, and into the hut flies Fenrin. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. I stumble backward in fear and shock for he wears a black velvet cape that reaches to the ground. Black velvet is never used by the light occult. It is said to be a bad omen. The irises of his eyes are nonexistent. It is in that moment I know the truth.


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Prompt Me Series

Prompt Me #9

Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.

This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week, I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.

You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.

If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.


Prompt:

What would you do if the news reporter on your television started talking directly to you?

My Interpretation:

I don’t like this reporter much. She always fumbles her lines, and reporters read off an autocue for Christ’s sake. Today, she fiddles with her prop papers like she’s either scared for her life or totally tripping out on drugs.

That’s odd, she keeps looking to someone or something behind the camera. Her eyes keep flicking just to the left. There! She did it again. How unprofessional.

I head to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. I can’t listen to her waffle on. Just having it as ambient noise winds me up.

“Okay, you want me to read this? Yes, I will. Please, don’t hurt us.”

What the hell? I race back into the lounge, hurdling the coffee table in the process. It’s all kicking off down at W.R.S News. I knew something was more off than usual.

The reporter’s hands shake uncontrollably as she reads the first line from a sheet of lined paper.

“Sandy Mellor of 143 Abbott Drive, you have 14 minutes to get to the W.R.S News studio or everyone here will die.”

I stumble back onto the couch. How is this possible?

“Thirty lives are in your hands.”

The woman starts sobbing and pushes the paper away in disgust. Then, she looks at me, really looks at me. It’s as if her eyes bore into my soul through the screen. “Please, Sandy, whoever you are… help us.”


Next week is the last episode in the Prompt Me series. Make sure you pop in to see the finale.


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Prompt Me #8

Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.

This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week, I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.

You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.

If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.


Prompt:

“Please, tell me you did not just polish the silver with my grandfather’s ashes?”

Interpretation:

“I’ve apologised, what more do you want?”

“My grandfather’s ashes! I can’t believe you polished the silver with my grandfather’s ashes. What are you, some Victorian house-maid?” She shakes her head and growls in her throat. “You’re a total idiot!”

“Hey, now there is no need for that. I said I am sorry, but maybe next time, don’t keep your grandfather in a coffee tin on the hearth.” She looks about to explode. I hold my hands up and make my way to the door. “Just saying.”


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Prompt Me #7

Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.

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This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week, I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.

You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.

If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.


Prompt:

“Why are you hiding behind my curtains?”

“Because under the bed is taken?”

“Excuse me? How many of you are there?”

My Interpretation:

The girl of about eight steps out from behind the curtains, and two boys of similar age slide out from under my bed.

“We heard that you could help us… that you have helped others,” she mumbles.

Their rags barely pass as clothes, and each is clearly branded on the back of the neck. These may be the sorriest bunch yet.

The girl mothers the two boys, wrapping her thin arms around the both of them. They makes noises of appreciation. There’s a strong possibility they are mute. If they were born in the System, no one would have bothered teaching them to speak.

“Who sent you here?”

“Miss Krista,” the girl replies. “She said you help get System kids on pods to the ‘good place’.

Damn you, Krista. That woman is going to be the death of both of us.

The girl removes an old device called a cell phone from her raggy skirt and hands it to me. There is only one number stored. I ring it without hesitation.

“One last time, I promise,” Krista says before I can speak. “Don’t bother umming and ahhing, we both know you’re doing this. You’re a good man, Tyler.”

I chuckle down the handset. Damn, it’s good to hear her voice. “Not good enough to marry, though.”

“Maybe one day when all these kids are free.”

What she is asking me to do is not a patch on the bravery Krista shows day in and day out helping the System kids. If she is caught, she will be executed without trial.

“You get them to me, and I’ll get them to the ‘good place’.”


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Prompt Me #6

Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.

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This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week, I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.

You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.

If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.


Prompt:

What would you do if your twin asked you to pretend to be them, so they could avoid a prison sentence?

My Interpretation:

“Please, you have to do this. I’d do it for you.”

I feel awful having to ask such a thing, but if the tables were turned, I would do anything for my brother. They only saw my face on the cctv, so technically, it could have been Stefan. However, it won’t be long before we both receive a visit.

Stefan sighs in exasperation. “Yes, but the thing is, you’d never need to. I don’t pull this kind of shit! I’ve worked hard to get to where I am. Besides, you haven’t shown your face around here in two years, and now, you ask this of me. Why would you think that I would take the fall for you? And why would I need to? Jail time is old hat for you. What’s thirteen months more?”

He’s right, he owes me nothing. In my defense, I only stay away to keep trouble from his door. Once he was elected, I knew that he’d want me out of the picture. Only now, the trouble is a little more serious.

“You know I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate. It’s kind of a life or death situation.”

He laughs now. “Typical Xander, dramatic as always. Like I said, it’s just thirteen months. I know the sentence for your crime, I did my research.”

“Thirteen months for someone without prior. Death for someone with five sentences already under their belt.

Stefan’s face pales. “You’re at five? How the fu–?” He sits heavily into the armchair. “You promised Dad after the third that you’d steer clear of your old ways. How could you be so bloody stupid? Five is the limit, you know this.”

I do know this. I’ve known it since the law was changed in 2076 to sentence anyone with more than five convictions to death. I also knew it when I was stealing drugs from the pharmacy for Fiona’s sick baby. I’d do it again to know that little girl had a fair chance of survival, just like all those rich bastards, just like my brother’s, ‘mister politician’s’, kids.

“I’m not going to make excuses because I know you won’t believe me. Will you help me? Will you save my life?”

Stefan stands, straightens his jacket that screams I’m rich and you’re not, and opens the door. “I’m in a position of power now, Xander. I have no need to steal, and no one would believe it of me. So, no, I won’t.”

I physically recoil. Who is this person I thought I could trust. “You’d let me die?”

“If it means protecting my family and what I have worked hard for.”

I push my fist against my mouth to stop the vomit that rises in my throat. “I am your family.”

“And rest assured I will write as such on your head stone.”


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Prompt Me #5

Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.

This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.

You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.

If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.


Prompt:

I’ve been called a villain and that’s fine. I find villains make the most interesting characters.

My Interpretation:

It takes more than an amiable personality to lead. In fact, it can require quite the opposite. I didn’t land this role by being everyone’s friend, I got it because I get shit done and can shoulder the responsibility of the big decisions.

My people know they’re safe in my care. Outsiders, not so much. Like I said, I’m not everyone’s friend, and I will protect my little corner of the world by any means possible.

I’ve been called a villain and that’s fine. I find villains make the most interesting characters. If someone writes a book about my life it will be a damn good read.


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Prompt Me #4

Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.

This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.

You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.

If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.


Prompt:

I’m not a total people-phobe, just the weird ones who tell me they’re extra-terrestrial.

My Interpretation:

Theres nothing better than a quiet bus ride; just me, an old lady with her small, fluffball dog, and a man in a suit at the back with a newspaper over his face whilst he tries to grab a nap.

The weather isn’t great, but I like watching the tracks the rain makes on the filthy windows.

The bus slows to let a passenger on. This bus stop has no shelter, just a pathetic sign, and even then you have to wave your hand to ensure the driver sees you. Luckily, for this chap, the old lady and her dog are getting off and rang the bell. There’s not another bus on this route for three hours.

The man steps up to pay, and I’m taken aback by his presence. He’s over six foot, broad shouldered, and in all black, combat-type clothes.

He shakes rain out of his hair and scours the bus, his eyes coming to rest on me. Something like recognition lights his face. “Oh, good, you did get on this bus.”

Who the hell is he talking to? I Look behind me, half expecting to see someone there. Nope, just me. I look back to the man, and he takes this as an invitation to come and sit with me. Out of all the seats in this near empty bus he picks the one right beside me.

“They said you usually catch the early bus,” he continues on.

“Excuse me?”

“Tom and Kelsa told me your morning routine. ”

I’m seriously confused. “I think you have the wrong person. I don’t know a Tom or Kelsa.”

Now, it’s the stranger’s turn to look perplexed. He rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. “No wonder they were keen for me to bring you in. Its difficult enough as it is for initiates, but to not know a thing…”

Initiate? This is bizarre, and he is clearly unstable. I slowly get to my feet, gently nudging his knees aside to skirt passed him. “You have the wrong person.”

He grabs my elbow and glances back at the sleeping man to make sure he’s still oblivious. “You have a weird birthmark on the base of your spine, right?” he whispers.

I tear my arm away from the man. “How do you know that?” I hiss under my breath. “What are you, some kind of stalker?”

He laughs now. “Don’t flatter yourself. I know of your birthmark because I have one too, so does Tom and Kelsa. You are like us, Jilly. We’re… extra-terrestrial.”

Oh, God, this crazy man knows my name. “I am not like you, because unlike you I am not unhinged.”

Pushing him aside, I ring the bell and wait for the doors to open. I’m still a good four miles from home, but I’ll call a taxi if I need be.

“Do not follow me!” I warn him.

He holds his hands up in surrender. “If Klark was still alive you’d know who you truly are,” he calls after me.

The doors close and the rain pelts on me as his words fully sink in. He mentioned Dad. I spin back toward the bus as it pulls away. The stranger watches me through the streaky glass. Something in his face says ‘now I know I’ve got your attention’.


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