“C’mon man! Take the knight and kill her Queen already!”

“mmm… Hol’ on…. Lemme think…”

“You’re supposed to be on _my side_, Will!

“Alright. Alright.” Will raised his hands, “I speak no more.”

He fell back into the bed.

Surrounded by an audience of stacked cardboard boxes, Avery waited for Alex’s next move. What started out as _Unpacking Boxes after moving_ was now evolved into a Chess match...

[A couple content warnings this time around. Lots of swearing, as per usual, and this is intended for mature-ish audiences. There is one(1) mention of boners and nothing is done about it. Have fun.]

“How’d you get past security with a brick of lead in your bag?” 

Tyson sounds tired, deadbeat and quiet. Sergei laughs softly despite the newly dour mood, ducking his head before saying, “No lead...

I made a mistake.

I know I did.

Everyone knows.

I try to explain, to make excuses

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I didn’t think

You never think about anything

I never think about anything

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

You tell me it’s ok

that we will get passed it

together

But it’s not ok and it won’t be

Never again.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry...

(Not the prompt)

So, I’ve been wanting to write a mini-series about mythical creatures.

These aren’t mermaids or anything, but instead cat like creatures. (Just by looking at my writings you can tell I like cats)

For example, a type of creature I’ve come up with is a bright, pastel colored cat with butterfly like wings and antennas. (No I don’t know what to call it, if you have any name suggest...

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Laura and Michael as they said quietly at the kitchen table. Their hands were wrapped around mugs, but their eyes were locked in a silent battle.

"I didn't think about that,’’ said Michael glumly, a look of shame washing over his features.

"You don't think about anything!’’ Laura snapped back, her anger piercing through him like a bull...

_Two people stand in a void, an empty plain of bright light, a sensory deprivation chamber of swirling shapes and sounds just out the realm of comprehension. Both are identical yet different. One is younger, more lively and larger in size. The other is older, his face aged by time, his body more lean and muscular._

__

_The Younger speaks, his voice higher and without the heavier southern twang of...

I open my eyes.

Outside the car, rain falls in heavy sheets. I can tell I wasn’t out long, because we seem to be driving through the same stretch of baron highway. Same passing power line poles, same drenched fields.

“It’s no use,” I say and scoot myself upright in the passenger seat. Rubbing against the leather makes that sound that Jim always giggles at. It reminds him of farts.

“Hun, we’ve ...

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sarah asks while pouting and absentmindedly scrolling on her phone. She looks up for a moment to gaze into Jack’s eyes. “I think about a lot of things, I just forget sometimes. You know that.”

Jack huffs and crosses his arms as he glares. “You can barely get through a conversation without staring at your phone. I understand being forgetful but it’s hurtful when you...

Not me

You see

With glee

Not he...

“I didn’t think about that.” Izara said to Einar, her brother. She knew she messed up. She’d been used, but it wasn’t her fault. She swore it wasn’t.

“You don’t think about anything!” He said.

“I know.” She grew up with people constantly telling her that her opinion wasn’t important. That she was only here to produce an heir for her future husband. She was told not to have thoughts.

She’d be...