Writing Prompt

“When the hell did you find this?!” Eli said, eyes wide.

“Where do you think?” I said smugly.

I grab the bag from him and take out the neatly folded paper and open it wide to show him, and large signature in signed on the top and bottom.

“I can cross this out right now and literally make you the president of New America right now.” I say inching my pen closes the the paper to scare him.

“No!...

“Where the hell did you get this?”

I looked at the man, determined to give up nothing that was going on in my head or in my soul. Nothing that could reveal my identity or endanger my family must escape; for their safety and mine, I must remain anonymous.

The stranger eyed my carefully and peered into the sack I had slid across the table to him, clearly prying to find any clue as to my motives or ...

“Don’t you worry about that? How much is it worth to you.”

The hooded figure closes the bag and pushes toward you.

“It’s not worth being tortured by Hela’s guardians again, that’s for sure. If I were you, I’d dump it as soon as you get off this train. This is trouble you nor I need right now.”

You push the bag back toward the hooded figure. “Since when have you ever backed away from trouble. We...

The gem of azaroth was rumored to be worth over ten billion yen; Molded by the Great Stanisky the gem granted its wielder the powers of the sun. And somehow I stumbled upon it on the east side train this morning. Shinning valiantly underneath the bench the gem waited for me. I saved it from the earth and immediately called you here. I need you my friend. This is more important than anything we’ve ...

The dusty leather bag slides carelessly across the oak table. Halting before him.

“Where the hell did you find this?!” His voice is ragged, damaged and scarred from life’s endeavors.

“Somewhere,” I fight back a smirk. “Somehow.”

“If you want your money, you will tell me the source,” he urges an answer out of me, yet no truth comes. “Or else the deal is off. All I wanted was you to bring me a ...

“I know a guy who knows a guy.” I responded sheepishly. They looked up from the bag and I could just barely make out a frown from the face hidden in the shadow of the hood. “Okay, in all seriousness, it was difficult as all hell to get my hands on that.” I spoke softly in a serious tone.

“Is this the real thing? I didn’t think it was possible…” The hooded figure remarked. I could tell they...

"It's easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission." I say vaguely with a shrug of my shoulders, a playful smile tugs on my lips as I slip off my own hood. I pull the satchel back to myself. My hands quickly and carefully take the item out of the satchel and place it on the table in front of us.

There on the table, next to the empty satchel, rests a pearlescent dragon egg.

His gaze meets m...

I eyed the figure, my gaze intensely sharp. “Under your bed.” I spoke, And immediately once those words left my lips he froze.

“Under my bed” he echoes the words with a whisper. He stayed silent for a moment till his eyes darted up to mine. “I didn’t put it there” he said softly.

“Really? So you expect me to believe it just magically appeared there. I hate to break it to you Alex but we’re...

You lean back in your chair, eyes flat.
“Didn’t find it. Took it.”

The hooded figure stiffens, gloved hand tightening on the bag’s edge.
“From who?”

You glance at the broken clock on the wall.
“Bald man. Gray coat. Funny limp.”

The figure’s jaw tightens.
“That’s impossible. He’s dead.”

You slide your revolver onto the table, the metal scraping softly against the wood.
“Yeah… he was.”

The figure’s ...

You slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite you peers inside. “Where the hell did you find this?!” I nervously respond“It was in the factory… sir” “This can destroy a whole continent, what were you thinking!” He said. I find it easy to mess up on missions like this, they always send me the wrong locations. “Well this orange sphere needs to be kept safe, and it’s coming out of yo...