Writing Prompt

“You’re late.” A woman’s voice growled from the corner of the almost empty tavern, sitting on a chair shrouded in shadow.

I chuckled. “Fashionably.”

I sat opposite her, bringing a candle with me. Not so I could see her face - although it was quite beautiful, battle scars showed her courage and strength - but so I could see if she would draw a sword on me, or try to attack in any other way. Knowin...

[fair warning: this piece is 1.2k words. if you're looking for a snippet, this isn't it.]

[not super accurate to the prompt, just wanted to write some dialogue.]

“He’s like some neurotic trapped prey animal. Look at him,” Rally says, jerking his head in Voraček’s general direction across the kindergarten classroom. “He deserves a break, at least this time.”

Yen looks up from where he’s directi...

“My dear sister, could I have an audience with you?” She calls from her room, hoping to summon the aforementioned sister.

“I think you’ve been watching too much Bridgerton,” Greta jokes, appearing in her doorway.

“You must make haste so we can gossip without the eyes of the Ton upon us,” Bell says in her best Lady Whistledown voice. Greta jumps next to her on her bed, causing her to bounce a bit...

The two old friends sat down at a small table in the corner.

Cole crossed her arms and had one leg propped up on the others knee. Vier sat down leaning against the back of that chair, legs spread wide and arms hanging loosely at his side.

There was silence for a long while, Vier expected Cole to speak first, but she wasn’t budging.

“Look Cole-“ he started when the bartender brought two pints over...

“Nice neck.” Hazel mused. She was out of breath from the suddenness of what happened.

Catherine raised her eyebrows. “Yes, thank you. I know my neck is flawless. So do you mind lowering that blade? I should like my neck to remain this way.”

The Empress showed no fear at all. Caramel eyes regarded her with caution, but her posture was straight and relaxed. Despite the blade to her neck, she held...

-Mattheo came back to his apartment after his morning coffee with Tess to be greeted by his very kind roommate..-

”Mattheo where's the bloody hover!”

”A hover?”

”Yeah the electric thing that picks up dirt.”

”Ohhhh a vacuum.”

”The hells a vacuum?”

”American hoover.”

”Ahhhh ok.”

“It's in the closet near the bathroom.”

”Cheers.”

”Yup.”

“Also where do ya go every morning,” Sam asks peering ...

“Genevieve, darling, are you prepared for your dancing?” Her mother questions.

“Yes, Mother,” Vi answers, poised and ready.

“As you know, there will be important people here, so it is imperative to present your best self,” she continues, as she normally does before these betrothal events.

“Of course, Mother.”

Her mother, Queen Narissa of Zerla, appears to be satisfied and she walks into anoth...

Miles’ clothes are folded neatly,

mine aren’t.

Miles’ room isn’t messy,

mine is.

Miles’ car is new and improved,

mine has a license plate that still drags against the tailgate of my truck.

Miles’ front seats are designated for nights with girls and fancy drive in movies,

mine are made to drive me to and from places as I wish Miles and I were alike.

Miles and I have many differences.

...

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“No.”

“Oh really? Okay guess I’m doing it then!”

“WAIT NO—“

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*eating a packet of Fun-Dip* “. . . Should I eat it whole?”

*wasn’t listening* “What.”

“The Fun-Dip. Should I just like—pour all the powder in my mouth in one go?”

“Hell no! You’ll inhale it or something.”

“…”

“…”

*starts pouring it into mouth* “I’m afraid that you...

As Jazmin leaves her lunch table to the vending machine in the cafeteria, she goes up to the vending machine and sees several kinds of sodas with her brown eyes wandering a lot. She whispers softly to herself as she sees a green sprite soda can “Oooo I want that one…I’m craving that now.” Jazmin takes out her money to put into the vending machine which she does eventually put into the vending mach...