Writing Prompt

There, Artemis stood before me. Lights were beaming at her, and a sea of people surrounded her, yet she stood out the most. She demonstrated the beauty of a god. Her beauty took me by surprise, incapacitating my mind; she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, yet she felt like the moon—the moon that I tried to reach out to, but it was impossible to get to; we were worlds apart. I watched her fade into the crowd; I was scared to reach out, feel her touch, hear her voice, and look at her in the eyes. I was solidified; I stayed in my place, watching as I missed every opportunity to reach her—my mind scattered, unable to think; my heart beating ever so fast, unable to breathe; my hands twitching, unable to reach her; my legs trembling, too uncertain to move. A thousand words formed in my mind, but none made it to my lips—what would I have said, anyway? That she was the moon to my midnight sky? It was too late now—she was gone.

Here at starlight, we demonstrate the role of responsibility, as we pursue our business goals we shall branch out becoming one of the first shopping malls in south America to have multiple branches. We have made it this far and now its time to solidify our success with a celebration! Lydia repeats this speech, over and over, as she needs to be announcing it in 15 minutes. She believes that this mall shall incapacitate all the other businesses in south America. Lydia is very excited, as she walks into her meeting room, preparing her palm cards. People start filing in, all filling each and every seat in the room. Her anxiety starts to rise as she starts the speech. Its' only short, but could be crucial to the way she presents herself. Once the speech is over the workers clap, happy to be celebrating a milestone. "Good job Lydia, good job..."

Allie Raine swept her leg foward incapacitating her opponent earning a wave of applause by the onlookers in the crowd. This move both ended the fight and solidified her place as a natural warrior. Allie looked out into the crowd with a natural confidence that some thought to be arrogance. She was a natural fighter and rarely lost; if ever. Often, Allie demonstrates a certain brutality to her fights that seem inhuman.

I have tried everything at this point. My enemy hasn’t even let me land a hit on him yet, and I’ve been hit more times then I can count. I run at him, and he throws me on the ground before my punch can land using a powerful block, demonstrating his power. He puts his boot on my chest, forcing me still, solidifying his power over me. Yet then I take my knife and stab him in the angle, and I jump right back up. I then kick him twice and he falls onto the ground. Now I have the power! I punch him one more time, knocking him out and incapacitating him. I take my belongings off of the dark concrete and leave the alley before anyone can see the carnage caused.

He didn’t take kindly to my threats, and thought I lacked the ability to back them up. As I moved at him, my thoughts were only to demonstrate that I could. He was stronger and quicker than I expected, “this is no time to play,” I thought as I struck to incapacitate. As he lay on the ground, I could see the fear in his eyes. Unsure of whether or not I’d let him leave with his life. My last stroke sought to solidify that I would not.

"The first step is to solidify your target," said the man in the grey suit. "Make sure it's someone that fits the bill."

The other man, the one with the sunken eyes and crooked teeth, nodded at this statement. He looked down at the photos on the table, choosing one that lived alone, had no social life, and looked just like his type.

"The next step is to incapacitate them - tie them up, knock them out, anything to make sure they can't escape." The man in the suit looked at the photo his apprentice had chosen and nodded. "Good choice for your first assignment."

"The last step is where we have fun?" The gnarly-looking man asked, eager to get started.

"Yes, that's where we demonstrate our skills."

Charles crumpled his latest attempt tight in his fist, cursing his inability to express his feelings.

He'd tried to confess before, but he'd frozen up and ultimately decided that a letter would be a more forgiving medium to demonstrate his affections.

He was sorely mistaken.

It'd taken him three months to finish obsessively consulting templates he'd found online and solidify a rough draft of the typical things people wrote about when they were in love.

His search yielded nothing more than typical, cliche advice. The subtle jabs he'd gotten from his friends hadn't served him much better, so he'd disregarded it all and begun again from scratch.

After a minute or two of bumping his head against his desk in self-imposed agony, he reluctantly opened the sad excuse of a letter he'd spent the last hour slaving over and steeled himself to reread whatever monstrosities he'd written with fresh eyes.

A single sentence awaited him.

You incapacitate me.

He groaned loudly, slamming his head into the desk with a sharp thud.

I can demonstrate the feeling of pain easily. It’s what I have felt my whole life. The most heart-crushing, most bone-breaking hurt ever felt. Pain often would incapacitate my thoughts, clog my brain. No matter where I would turn, no one could help, no one could relieve me. Rather than trying to find help and get rejected dozens of times, I find it easier to solidify myself, tearing myself away from anyone and anything i’ve ever loved. Being alone in a battle can destroy your dignity, it can burn your body like a raging flame. I guess it’s a good thing I like playing with fire.

“To demonstrate the changes that the eternal winter fall has done to humanity, just look at us. We incapacitate our own people and we are selfish. In order to revert back, we must solidify a government. We must become less human.”

They’d both came to kill the king.

And they were both sure of the other’s intentions as they stood face to face, occupying the same hiding spot in the shadows behind the throne.

“Leave now, or else I’ll kill both you and him,” the woman of the two threatened in a harsh whisper; she needed to solidify her place in society as Queen, and she’d worked too relentlessly to be stopped now.

“Like you could ever be capable of doing that,” the man sneered back. He, like her, wanted the crown, and whoever could steal the king’s life would receive it swiftly on a silver platter.

“Don’t believe me? Let me demonstrate it for you,” she retorted, striding forward to strike the king, who’s back she could see sitting at ease on the throne in front of a small crowd of people. Unwilling to fall victim to failure, the man let his dagger fly towards her back, incapacitating her just as she sliced the neck of the unassuming king.

In spite of the droplets of red pooling from her mouth, she wouldn’t let herself die in vain, and, turning, she plunged the dagger she’d used to cut the king’s throat into the heart of the man, falling limp with him as they both tainted the white, marble floor.

Puddles of their blood seeped around the throne, and screams erupted from the crowd as the king tumbled down from his golden chair face first, all three of them left laying lifeless.