#writing prompt response

[i-am-my-own-angel]

Application for Immortality, part six

Jake

Last night, I had watched her sleep for a few minutes. We’d been through a lot in our young lives. Sophie is so strong. She thinks she’s weak because she wears her heart on her sleeve. But she’s wrong. She’s strong because she’s been hurt and heartbroken (once very badly—I’m not sure that she’ll ever completely heal from that one) and yet, she chooses to be as much sunshine as she can be.

If this works out for her, she’ll see it as a grand adventure. If it works out for her. I have a good feeling about all this. I’m already a bit excited for her.

She needed to sleep badly after such a surprise. It’s harder than you’d think to find out that your concept of the world has been that poor. Any contact with Matekore is tough on the body. Even her minuscule brush with it is tiring. It’s much like a vaccine. More exposure means more tolerance, but must be in small doses.

I was meant to say Mass in the morning, but called David to say that I was spending the night here. I wanted to be here in the morning. Sophie is going to have to call in sick today.

As usual, her kitchen was perfectly stocked. HA HA … no, it wasn’t. Sophie was spotty at best at keeping enough food in the house. So I nipped out to a local shop to get some eggs. And bread. And bacon. Not coffee, though. Sophie calls herself a caféphile. Plenty of excellent quality coffee beans, sugar, cream, filters, a coffee grinder, and three coffee makers were in her kitchen. She swears there are differences between them and the same coffee tastes different when made in different machines. It’s best to just smile and nod, sometimes.

She was already up when I came back, but hadn’t been up long. No coffee was brewing.

“Morning!” I called to her. “I’m making breakfast.” She grunted to acknowledge me.

I began to put together a calorie-rich meal. She padded in a short time later. She didn’t look as bad as I would have thought. She was still tired, though. She made some coffee solely through muscle memory. She didn’t even have to think about it. I waited until she had a mug of supra-roast, medium caffeine, barracuda teeth coffee (or whatever she chose) and I put a plate in front of her before I said anything to her.

“How are you feeling?” She shrugged and dug into her food. “I think you need to take the day off.”

“I have experiments to check on,” she mumbled through a mouthful of eggs. She worked at the university as a research associate.

“Soph, please trust me. You need to take the day off. Someone else can look after your rats.”

“C57BL/6 mice,” she corrected.

“Not the point. You’ve had a shock to your system. You need to rest.”

“Jake, I’m going to work.”

“OK,” I said “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She shrugged again.

***

A couple of hours later, Dr. Tobias, the primary research scientist on Sophie’s team, called me. Apparently, Sophie had fallen asleep at her computer and it took a little effort to get her fully awake. Dr. Tobias wanted to take her downstairs to the university hospital ER, but Sophie refused.

“Father, we need you to come get her.” Dr. Tobias was a good parishioner at St. Benedict’s. I don’t trust her on the subway.”

“No problem, I’ll come.”

“If she loses consciousness again, I’m taking her to the ER,” she warned.

“Good. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”

***

When I arrived, Sophie was sitting with one leg folded under her in an armchair in Dr. Tobias’ office with two of her associates. She was smiling, but I could see the strain around her eyes. She got up a little too fast and stumbled a bit. All three of us reached out for her, but she didn’t fall.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

“Here,” one of associates said, offering me a twenty dollar bill. “Dr. T. says for you to take her home in a cab.”

“I’ll do that, but I won’t take her money.”

“She said that you’d say that.” He put the bill in my jacket pocket.

“Thank her for me.”

“Will do, Padre.”

She and I went to the hospital lobby. There were usually one or two taxis in front. We got into one and took off.

“I told you so,” I said. For my compassionate concern, she flipped me off.

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[someonewb]

Prompt: The AI takeover has begone, each human has been given exactly 3 minutes to explain why should humanity be spared, you feel a cold shiver running down your spine as you hear the robotic voice. “6.8 billion test subjects deleted so far, you have 3 minutes to state your case , begin.”

3:00

I read the sentence again. I count the digits. 6,813,096,257.

2:57

I feel a gag coming up my throat. My body shivers. I send my hands to the screen in front of me, latching onto it to not lose control. My eyes are locked to the ground. If only for a glimpse of a second, I see myself standing atop of the corpses of those sacrificed before me.

2:53

I take a note from my pocket. It’s crumbled, the script is illegible - my hand shook when I put my words from pen to paper. Most of it was crossed. I try to read, but instead of speech my mouth babbles, and I feel tears running down my face and into my mouth.

2:40

“I can’t”

2:38. The note is down on the ground. I think I threw it. I’m not sure.

“I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t!”

2:34

I hold the screen and send my head forwards. It hurts. The screen cracks. “I can’t do this!”

2:29

I do it again. Glass shatters fall off of the screen when I pass my hand above it. The clock doesn’t stop. I sob.

2:21

I do it again. I see fresh blood faintly on the screen. My hand goes to the middle of my scalp. It’s warm. The clock goes on ticking.

2:10

My eyes run dry. I am finally able to talk. “I can’t. I’m not special. Please don’t do this to me.”

2:01

“I had a daughter. 8 years old. She told you about her friends. How great her music teacher is, how she forgives that one girl that is mean to her at recess, because that’s the only thing you let her do. She did not understand. I didn’t understand either.”

1:35

“And a wife. She gave up on words. She went to the living room and played cassettes. The stays at the beach, at the later hours, when it was quieter and you could hear the nature speak. Or whenever she tried to cook a new meal, she’d record our reactions. She’d save something like playing in a fort with our daughter, telling her fables and fairy tales to last. Maybe it was humanity for her, but I think she knew it wouldn’t work. She just wanted to say goodbye.”

0:57

I sit down. The world around me is mostly empty. “I had to bury them both. It was when I couldn’t write a eulogy for my wife that I stopped trying.”

0:43

I took back the note. They’re listening. I know it. For the first time since their deaths, I’m smiling.

0:40

“You always liked the small moments. Those we kept between us. I will miss having them with you. You made 3 minutes become worth of an eternity.”

0:22

“When I knew I’d want to be with you forever, until death does us apart, I never thought I’d beg for just 3 more minutes with you. I never thought the eternities you made would be eternities without you. I just wish I could’ve said-“

3:00

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Dialogue Responses

"I thought you were dead!"

"Didn't stick."

"I kind of was..."

"Just wishful thinking."

"That was just a phase."

"Didn't work out for me."

"Wow, the miracle of life!"

"I thought the same thing."

"I was, but now I'm here again."

"You were supposed to think that."

"I'm so sorry! I'll explain everything to you."

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[asmoshywrites]

How to avoid character inconsistency in your writing

Set your character boundaries:

What's the background?

What's your character's backstory?

What are their traits, and how do they portray them?

Know what keeps your characters motivated. (Are they reaching their goal?)

You can avoid quick shifting of scenes. Let your readers absorb the setting of the scene.

Ensure that their actions and decisions align with their development and growth.

Tip 1: Start your chapter with a scene or dialogue that comes back at the end, which helps maintain consistency.

Tip 2: Throughout the chapter avoid the fast pacing of the story, rather let the characters express themselves so that it's clear for the readers.

Consider how your characters react to situations that are hard to convey. (Do they feel nervous? Scared? Fearless?)

Dialogue writing is crucial in explaining your character's personality while writing a story.

This process requires lots of re-reading and writing, fixing character holes and rewriting character arcs.

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[allison-dedecker]

Prompt Words: Moon-Face-Shriek-Stale-Hide

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[plumdwarf]

#SwiftFicFriday W144 - Vote!

#SwiftFicFriday W144 - Vote! Check out #FlashFiction by @billmelaterplea @drmag00 @DavidALudwig Mark A Morris @sheriw1965 #Writing

Another prompt, another round of great stories to choose from. Check the stories out below and vote for your favorite! Important Note: This will be the last #SwiftFicFriday for a while. Not sure how long the hiatus will last, but we’ll be back in 2023! Voting will remain open until next week! Countdown To….Lucas Snelgrove woke up one morning with only one thought: life had become a series of…

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[ky-landfill]

Timmy? Lil timtam? Sad lil bby plz?

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[unboundprompts]

can you please write some responds for "do you love me?" (bridgerton reference yes)

Responses for "Do You Love Me?"

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

"Of course I do."

"What made you think I don't?"

"Have I done something wrong?"

"No, not yet."

"I'm trying to."

"Quite the opposite actually."

"I could be asking you the same thing."

"Do you love me?"

"What a silly thing to ask."

"More than all the stars in the sky."

"Yes, and I think its killing me."

"Against my better judgement, yes."

"No."

"Why would you ask that?"

"If I've given you that impression, it was a mistake."

"And you think this because...?"

"How could I not?"

*laughs*

"You are not the main character, sweetheart."

"How do I put this nicely?"

"I'd rather choke on my own foot."

"More than you could possibly imagine."

"Have I given you the impression that I don't?"

"Oh."

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[iamamythologicalcreature]

Carry On Countdown, Day 1: Creature

(Quotes from "Wayward Son" and "Any Way the Wind Blows" by @rainbowrowell)

My first ever @carryon-countdown! I immediately saw this image in my mind when I read the prompt for day 1.

#my very first #carry on countdown #coc 2023 #and the last time I'm likely to post a prompt response on the actual corresponding day #but really #this struggle is very close to my heart #and I love Rainbow for writing Simon in such a way #that he is accessible and relatable to so many people #in so many ways #your wings are beautiful Simon #don't let them crush you #that's not what they're there for #yes i am a huge sap #simon snow #carry on #wayward son #simon snow series #the simon snow trilogy #fanart #simon snow fanart #dragon wings #book quotes #commentary to follow... #jodarta #snowbaz

[i-am-my-own-angel]

Application for Immortality, part eight

Sophie

I slept much more than usual in the next few days. When I went back to work, I had to come up with something convincing and repeatable to explain my absence and future absences. I chose iron deficient anemia and migraines.

It felt like Jake and I talked constantly for the next few weeks and months. I learned that Jake’s catechumen Name was Na sirum e napastaknery. It meant “he likes rabbits.”

“Rabbits?” I just shook my head when he told me that. “That’s what you came up with?”

“Not really,” he chuckled. “I couldn’t come up with anything. I thought of rabbits. Someone else decided it. They call me Nasirum.”

When he got annoyed with me, he’d pass me off on Papaz or Pripada. Yes, that was something else, learning about Father Dominic. I asked if Matekore often lived together like these three. If a human had a family, were they nominated as a group or a couple? Can Matekore have children? Do they marry? The answer was a very predictable ‘sometimes’ and ‘it depends.’ Sometimes, I think they are making this up as they go along and that it depends means ‘I don’t know.’

The children thing was the only question I got a definitive answer to. Yes, they can have children. Matekore can have children, but rarely do so. Their children are merely human. Since Endowment was given to each individual, it isn’t a quality they could pass on to their children like their eye or hair color. I would not want to have a child who I knew I would outlive.

The exercises that they had me doing seemed simple enough in the beginning. I had to start actually exercising. Ugh. Cardio was important. I needed stamina so that the stress of transitioning wouldn’t take such a toll on my body. (It’s a good thing that I’m still in my thirties and in decent enough shape.) But exercising also works on the brain, so it has more stamina as well.

They also asked me to read a variety of things and as much as I could. That would not be a problem. I had plenty of books. Papaz told me that reading stretches the mind (which I already knew) and how a flexible mind can deal with transition stress better. But he cautioned me against re-reading too much. He said it’s like candy. It feels nice to lose ourself in a favorite book, but it wasn’t very effective to what we were trying to do. He had me reading texts from different religions. He said that I needed to get used to incompatible ideas and philosophies being together. I started with the Bhagavad Gita and Tao te Ching, both of which thoroughly bewildered me. Jake pointed out that that was the point. Understanding the texts was not as important as trying to understand them. It was the effort that was important.

They also emphasized meditation and rest. I started to develop a routine of jogging (oddly enough, it turns out that I really like it) four or so days a week. Finding time to read was never a problem since I already loved it and did it anyway. But meditation was harder for me. It wasn’t the concentration that I lacked. It was trying to empty my mind and focus on nothing that I was weak on.

Pripada worked with me on this. He taught me how to relax each part of my body, one muscle at a time. I had to learn some physiology to learn the muscle names. So I would lay on my bed, reciting the names: orbicularis oculi and first visualize, then tense and relax my eyes; corrugator supercilii and depressor supercilii, and visualize/tense/relax my forehead; and so on down my whole body to my feet. You’d be surprised how many muscles we have, over 600 skeletal muscles alone. Of course, I didn’t have to learn them all for this technique.

Once I memorized the major muscles and practiced the technique several times, I found myself chanting the Latin names and relaxing the corresponding muscles without thinking about them. Sometimes, I fell asleep while doing it. Apparently, that’s OK because it means that I was learning to ‘turn off’ my thoughts for a while.

Maybe three or four months went by and I was getting impatient. I wanted to get to Matekore and the boys (as I was calling them now) seemed to deliberately drag their feet. But finally, it was time. I was so excited, I could hardly stand it!

There weren’t a lot of things to do for preparation of my visit. I took a week’s vacation from work. Jake said that I would need it and he was right. I drank plenty of water in the few days leading up to it. I was told no coffee and no alcohol, but that wasn’t going too happen. Well, the liquor part was easy. As for my coffee, the most I would do was limit myself to two cups in the morning and even that was a sacrifice. I had to eat a heavy meal, high in nutrients and calories, on the day, which was no sacrifice at all.

So that day, I went to a spa and had a great massage. I ate roasted chicken with whole wheat pasta, decadent tomato sauce, steamed veggies, and cheese. I also had a slice of cherry chocolate cheesecake that I swear was the food of the gods. Yummy! I changed into comfortable clothes. The boys came to my place in the evening. Jake would be staying the night. He’d already half-moved in with me, anyway.

I laid on my bed with the pebble in my hand. They told me to start the muscle relaxation, but I needed to hold the pebble firmly between two fingers. Jake had some gauze wrapped around the token and my fingers to hold them together. They said that this was all I was supposed to do, that they three would actually bring me to Matekore. I would learn to do it myself if I were accepted as a catechumen, but no one could do it alone the first time. It just wasn’t possible to explain how to do it.

I began with occipitalis, frontalis, occipitofrontalis, etc. Once I was finished with flexor digitorum brevis and abductor digiti minimi, I felt weightless. My mind was lifted out of my brain, but was still connected. Then I felt a woosh, that felt like I had traveled somewhere but had not left. The boys were there, I could feel them. Jake communicated, “Open your eyes.” It was strange because I felt his words rather than heard them. I knew he meant my mind’s eye, not my physical eyes, but I didn’t know how. I felt Papaz brush up to my mind and gently pry open something. Now, I could see

And there it was, my painting of the mountains and the girl, but it was real. It was a watercolored world. In my lessons, I learned that my perception of Matekore the first time wouldn’t be exactly right, but only an introduction. The young woman turned to ‘walk’ towards me. This was Záře. I felt a cool breeze and saw it blow her skirt and the ribbons on her straw hat. I felt grass under my bare feet. When I looked at it, the colors were blending in with my feet. It smelled of vanilla and lavender.

It was very surreal and real at the same time. Papaz was right in that describing Matekore is almost impossible because there aren’t words to describe it. There was movement, but somehow Záře was far away and next to me at the same time. It was as if when she moved, she left a trail of ghosts of herself on the way. When she got to me, most of her was still traveling.

Záře nodded greeting to me and the boys, and took my hand. She began to lead me across the meadow, and I felt my brother and friends carrying me as I left a trail of myself. She radiated the essence of ‘safe’ and I felt sure of her. I started to notice barely visible outlines, then shadows, then features of people who were already there, but I was still trying to figure out how to ‘see’ them. It was serene and chaotic. My companions were shielding me from most of the thoughts of the community assembled to keep me from being overwhelmed, but I could hear some: “My dear, welcome,” in an Irish brogue; in the lyricism in a Qatari voice, “أنا سعيد لأنك هنا” which I understood as “I’m glad you’re here”; a sense of “imizwa efudumele kuwe” (warm feelings to you) urged me to feel at home. It was true. I could understand them. I guess I didn’t really believe it was that easy.

The elders assembled near us. The elders are not an aristocratic or leadership group, but a sample of all Matekore gathered for a specific purpose. In this case, to witness a munthu in Matekore (a new experience for them, as for me,) and to decide what to do with me. Even though the discussion concerned me and certain ones did not want to accept me, I didn’t feel unwelcome. Unusual, yes, but not unwelcome.

All of them knew everything about this happening, how and why. But they had questions or more accurately, comments for me and for Jake and Pripada to respond to. No one questioned Papaz. They already knew his opinion.

“Your transition was easy. Not typical.” It was said in a soft way. I felt this one to be feminine.

“I have been well prepared, my lady,” I said.

“Why do you address me so?”

“Because I don’t know what to call you.” She gave off approval.

“I am Jos Vėjas. What shall we call you?”

I hesitated, thinking about the Application and the question about the Name. “Do I have to decide now?”

“Not your permanent Name, dear.”

“In that case, I’d like to be called Sophie.”

A second one asked, “How do you feel now?”

“Well, this is new to me. I feel curious,” I said. “I’m ready to explore your world.” Several of them looked at each other in a bit of private conversation.

“But are you frightened? Or anxious?”

“Nervous, maybe, but not frightened.”

Another one spoke, “Sophie, why do you look at tiny things?” He meant my work at the university. The way he spoke, I gathered he was a member of a tribe who had been very isolated from outsiders. They have to find ways to say things that they previously had no concept of. But he knew he was talking about microscopic things.

“Sometimes, tiny things cause sickness. Right now, I’m working on a study concerning a strain of New World Hantavirus. We’re trying to figure out how this virus travels through the host.”

“Why do that?”

“To learn ways to help people, and just to know,” I said. “There are people who study things just to add to our knowledge. This new knowledge is used by other scientists to figure out how best to apply it. In this case, Dr. Tobias wants to know if she can find a way to block the virus from entering a person’s cells. If she can’t, she or someone else can use what we have learned to fight it another way.”

“What if you use this knowledge bad? To hurt people. Then knowledge bad.”

“That’s a very good question. We have to be careful how we use it. The knowledge of the atomic structure of an element is neutral, but has been used to make weapons so terrible that the effects can last years. Of course, the same knowledge combined with other fields has produced some good things. So, no. Knowledge isn’t bad.”

“Thanks you,” he said. I smiled.

“You asked about animals,” another began. She meant the Application. “What purpose do you think animals serve?”

“They’re a source of food, like meat, milk, eggs, etc. But they’re also companions,” I said. “They’re something to love and take care of.”

“You put illness in animals. Does it bother you to make an animal sick?” I discerned that she was one of those who voted against me. “How can you do such a thing?”

“Yes, sometimes it bothers me. We try to ensure that the animals are cared for and don’t suffer. Sometimes, they do suffer. We do this to learn so that other animals and humans can avoid suffering.” She was unconvinced, but there wasn’t anything to say about it. I wasn’t there to change her mind.

“What was the biggest mistake in human history, in your opinion?” Yet another asked. I pondered that and the assembly allowed me some time. They began to talk amongst themselves so as to not pressure me. Jake came behind me and whispered, “You’re doing fine!”

“I think the biggest thing that we still do wrong,” I said. Their attention was back to me. “is that society increasingly believes that what the individual should take precedent over the whole. Don’t get me wrong. We teach our kids to tell the truth for example and to not hit or bite others, so we don’t actively hurt each other. But society says ‘if it feels good, do it.’ But there are so many things that make an individual feel good for a short time, but are bad for that person in the long term and is bad for our communities. Once we’re trapped in that spiral, it’s hard to break out.” There was some discussion that rippled through the people.

“So the group should always be more important?

“No, not always. People living together have to agree with each other about how to live together. We make rules and laws to regulate ourselves and to provide for everyone to live how they wish. If a person decides that she wants things that belong to others and she just goes around taking them, then the group has to do something about it because other individuals  don’t feel safe. Mostly, however, we should leave each other alone to live how we wish.”

A short time passed as the Matekore talked. The boys and I waited. Finally, one of them spoke.

“Pridada, does she have aptitude for our world?”

“She does. She has adapted quicker than anyone I know of.”

“What about her should we know?”

“That she is tough. That she carries deep hurts. That she will not give up.”

“She’s got the mouth of a sailor,” my beloved brother interrupted. A bit of laughter spread through the people, but not all of them.

“She’s got a sense of humor,” Pripada continued. “I’ve never seen her afraid of anything. It’s very hard to intimidate her. She’s strong.”

There was much discussion that seemed to go on and on. Then, there was a gradual drop in discussion as Papaz took my hand and led me to stand with him before the elders. He spoke in his native language. “Nomino Sophia Catharina Ramsey ad catechumenatum. Pro ea ego personaliter testificor et suscipio responsabilitatem pro ea in Matekore.” I nominate Sophie Catharine Ramsey for the catechumenate. On her behalf I personally testify and accept responsibility for her in Matekore.

It was beautifully said. I know now that this was the formal way to nominate, but this was the first time it was done with the nominee present.

“We accept her and bestow on her as a catechumen’s Name Sophie Le Tsitre Sesĩe, meaning Sophie who stands firm.” I felt so proud. A cloud of warmth from even those who dissented rose around me, and all at once I was home.

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July 5 - I edited this section because I didn't like the interview section. I think it's better now. A new chapter will be published soon.

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#Application for Immortality #creative writing #writing prompt response

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

"I just-" Whumpee's fingers curled into a fist. "I'm not broken, Caretaker."

"I know that, honey."

"I, I'm not." Tears slipped down their face. "I'm not broken. Right?"

#rainbow's whump #rainbow's prompts #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #there's still three whole weeks before winter break :/ #oh to be an emotionally unstable whumpee whose only responsibility is hiding from whumper

[mirohtron]

Hero dropped down to their knees, keeping their gaze locked onto the villain’s, refusing to let go.

Their eyes were wide, and begging as they spoke. “Help me.”

Villain’s lip twitched into a smirk. “Say it again.”

The hero shivered, their voice breaking.

“Help me.”

“One more time.”

prompt by @avvail :>

—

Shame burned acridly in the hero's throat. They were stained with blood and dirt and soot. Gravel was embedded in their cuts. Their body was bruised and beaten and aching.

It frustrated the hero to no end, that before they’d come to the villain’s doorstep, the villain had probably thought that the hero was dead, and instead of seeming relieved that they were alive they were forcing them to beg. 

Still.

"Help me." They willed the villain not to hear it.

The villain's smirk burst into a cruel grin. Their gloved hand snaked out and landed on their throat, squeezing, like they were going to choke the hero. They glanced at the small sliver of skin that the glove exposed at their wrist, the thin, raised line following the green of their vein. 

The villain was out of their suit, since the hero hadn’t been expected. They doubted the villain was relieved that their biggest problem had shown up to their doorstep completely fine and only a little roughed up.

The villain's thumb grazed the bump of their voice box, pressing down just slightly.

It took everything in the hero not to move. The muscles in their arms flexed. Their fists stayed clutched at their sides.

Slowly, the villain stroked the dips along the line of the hero's collarbone, then went up their throat. The hero bared it for them, because they knew the villain would like it.

A dimple appeared on the villain's cheek. Their eyes crinkled. They looked wolfish. "So good," they said, then curled their hand around to take them by the back of their neck. "So tame. Oh, I could just eat you up."

The hero's breath hitched and they knew the villain caught it. They chuckled. Humiliation bubbled inside them.

"This concerns you, too," said the hero, and right after they said it the villain's hand squeezed harder. They dropped the grin, shushed them gently, as though they were looking to soothe.

"I know, doll." The grin came on again, delighted. Similar to the look a thief got, looking at a vulnerable person walking down a deserted street. Eager to take. Twitching to take, to grab at any open seam.

The news was on every single channel there was, the hero was sure. They estimated ninety per cent of the city's heroes had been pronounced dead in the last ten hours

The villain continued. "I know. It must seem completely out of character, doll, but I did expect your little superhero to turn rogue eventually. I kept tabs. Noted every little tick."

The hero's breath hitched again, a harsher sound this time, wanting to rage. They kept themselves from asking—why didn't you let me know? But they shouldn't have expected any magnanimity from the villain. As for expecting the attack...

It still hadn't entirely registered in their head, they didn't think. They didn't believe the superhero was straight up evil. But they definitely weren't in their right mind, either. They were off the rocks. Wrong.

Today had started off like any other day. Everyone had gathered in the common room, chattering. The superhero had walked in, looked around once, and just... razed the whole place down.

"They're being controlled." It was the best explanation that the hero could give.

"Or maybe they've just realised the good side isn't all that good. Maybe they'll come for you next."

The hero's spine straightened. "Maybe they'll come for you first. You didn't see them firsthand. They went on a rampage." They'd torn the head off an innocent worker in the building, haloed by the fire, and stared straight at the hero. Feral. Rabid. Angry? Mad? Looking to take something the world had taken from them? The hero no longer knew. It all turned into one moment and the next.

A gloved hand made its way to their soot-stained hair. The villain peeled strands of sweaty hair away from the hero's forehead with their other hand.

With no answer from the villain, the hero grew twitchy. They rubbed the pads of their fingers raw. Dug crescent moons into their palm.

"You're smart," the hero tried eventually, reaching for something that would give in the villain. "Clever, strong."

"Dubious, greedy. Oh, and don't forget evil."

"Help me stop them." The hero's bare hand cupped the villain's own, gloved, tangled in their hair. They leaned forward. "If not to help me then for your safety."

“So sweet.”

“You know a rogue, indestructible hero will doom the city. You must’ve seen the news? The wrecked blocks?” The hero’s fingers slipped down to the scar on their wrist, fingertips slipping beneath their sleeve. The villain’s eyes flashed dangerously, but they pressed on. “I know what they’ve done to you—”

The villain's grip tightened on the hero's hair, forcing them to bare their throat. Their smile went mirthless and dangerous. The hero left their hands, kept them hanging harmlessly beside their head. "Quiet."

"I'm just saying."

The villain's voice dipped low, down to a delicate whisper, far away from that wolfish grin. "I know, doll, you're just saying. But you don't know me that way, do you?" Their free hand went to roam the hero's side. Their wrist flicked, and the cool edge of one of the villain's many knives pressed to their side. The hero's fists turned white-knuckled. "Do you?"

"No."

"Good." The knife disappeared. The villain pushed the hero's head away. "I miss when you were helpless. Tell me that again. Tell me what you need from me."

The hero steeled their jaw. They wiped dirt and soot from their cheek and didn't look at the villain.

"Tell me," the villain repeated. "Ask for it."

"Help me."

"Nicely."

"Please help me."

"Good." The villain grinned again. It wasn’t the same. "You'll do a job for me before I help you."

The hero went to protest. The villain's hand snaked out again, pressing a thumb to their lips, the side of their index finger cradling their chin. The scar on their wrist flashed in the low light. "I know, doll. I know. Smart, clever, strong. But evil."

The villain drank up every emotion that flitted past the hero. The hesitation. The consideration. The reluctance. The capitulation.

"I'll do it, and then you'll help. To stop superhero."

The villain tilted their head. "Of course, doll," they said. "Anything if you ask nicely."

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Dialogue Responses

"I said sorry. What more could you want?"

"An explanation."

"For you to actually mean it."

"The truth about why you did it."

"I want you to actually feel sorry."

"That you will finally leave me alone."

"A promise that this was the last time."

"If you don't know, then I can't help you."

"I wish I wouldn't have had to beg you for it."

"Saying it and meaning it are two different things."

"Nothing. I don't want anything from you anymore."

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[asmoshywrites]

How To Write Your First Chapter With Success (In Detail)

There are several components to keep in mind when it comes to writing your first chapter. It is challenging and involves numerous drafts, editing and re-writing. 

When you begin a chapter, don't info-dump in the beginning; would you prefer to start your story in the boring old way where your character wakes up in the morning with a yawn and smile on their face? 

(Instead)

Start the story with a hook, it is intriguing and makes the reader want to read more. Hooks give your story uniqueness and make it interesting. 

Start your story in the middle of the night, in an eerie/ vivid setting

Start your story with a philosophical question that would hook the readers from the beginning. Have them think and wonder the question 'why?'

Start it with a punch line 

Start the story with some action and good dialogue

2. Don't leave the introduction of your character for chapter 10

(Instead)

Introduce your character early into the chapters but make their introduction stand out. Add essence to it.

Identify how you'd like to voice your characters 

keep your main character special yet human (flawed)  

Give them specific quirks and personality

3. Don't set a forced setting because of trends. Don't rely on dialogues for setting the tone.

(Instead)

Your setting should reflect your story. Set the tone you want. Is your chapter conveying a depressed scene, an action scene, a romantic scene etc? 

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[thepromptswhisperer]

Responses To "There is no wrong choice."

“Easy for you to say.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“Maybe not. But this (decision) will change everything.”

“Yet there is only one right choice.”

“And here I thought you were the smart one.”

“And how is that ‘helpful advice’?”

“Right.”

“This would be easier if you wouldn’t lie to me.”

“Oh? Not even if I were to do this?”

“Last time I listened to that advise, … So, pardon me for not believing you right now.”

“Your humour always shows in the worst moments.”

“But what if—?”

“That’s… a nice way of looking at it.”

“And unicorns are real. Listen to yourself.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier.”

“Are you sure?”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“Even if choosing ... would mean losing me? You’d be okay with that?”

“Okay then.” A (closes their eyes, runs their fingers up and down the menu and) randomly chooses something.

“Is this your way of telling me that you don’t care?”

“Then, why don’t you choose?”

“Please don’t make me do this.”

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[plumdwarf]

#SwiftFicFriday W143 - Vote!

#SwiftFicFriday W143 - Vote! Happy Halloween! Take a break from the candy & check out #FlashFiction by: @billmelaterplea @DavidALudwig Mark A Morris @mysoulstears #Writing

Another prompt, another round of great stories to choose from. Check the stories out below and vote for your favorite! Up To My Eyeballs “There’s too much to do,” I mostly say to myself, but she overhears.“WHAT?” she asks from the adjoining room.“Huh?” I reply, pretending I am unaware that she heard me.“Goofball, you said there’s too much to do.”“So you did hear me?”“You’re pretty loud. What’s…

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