Writing Prompt

Just another day, yet another low class target. I am the world's finest assassin, trained from birth and genetically modified to be a super weapon of a man, and yet, I'm still constantly being sent after inconsequential people. I shouldn't complain, of course, it pays really well. I looked back at the mission information.

"Miah Solis, It's a shame she has to die, she's easy on the eyes...

I’m the Frog Prince.

Or, at least, I am, according to my childhood best friend, Eddie.

One fateful day back in the summer of 1986, little Eddie Kingsley from two houses down made a snide comment, telling me that my face resembled a frog, to which I responded, “Then pucker up and kiss me, Princess.”

Eddie didn’t like that very much, so he shoved me and jabbed his little finger in my chest, shout...

The sting of a dagger against my cheek caused my back to stiffen if only for a moment. Harsh winds rushed through my hair as the weapon lodged itself in the tree to my left. I reached up to grab the hilt with my left hand as my right moved my cloak behind my shoulder. With the dagger in hand, I spun around and swiftly sent it back in the direction it came from.

A few words played on my lips as th...

Casey looked out the window, watching as the sun set beyond the city walls. She had sent for Kendall hours ago, but he was taking his sweet time. She knew he was worried about this meeting. She didn’t summon people often.

She turned toward the fireplace and sent a small burst of flames toward the stacked wood. She was getting impatient when a firm knock sounded at the door.

“Enter,” she said ...

“Sir do you know why we are stopping you?” PC Oberon asked by the side of the road.

“I’ve done nothing wrong, Officer. I don’t know why I’m being detained. I wasn’t speeding.” Grinning broadly, Jack drummed his fingers on his steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the radio. Wiry and young, the driver had a mop of inky black hair topped with a cap at a rakish angle.

“Can I see your li...

The streetlights pour into her room. Her tan body sprawled across the bed, a duvet barely covering her body. A woman sitting at the foot of the bed, her hands covering her face. Malva perks up to look over at him.

“What’s the matter, Azazel ?” Malva uttered.

Azazel shook her head, as she leaned over to stroke the other’s curls.

“Don’t worry about it. . . .”

Malva gently rubs Azazel’s hip, pu...

“Bring that idiot in,” the King grumbled.

The king’s royal jester giggled and tap danced. “Oh this is getting good,” he laughed.

“He’s being tortured at the moment, Sir.” Reminded one of the King’s aides.

“Well stop it and bring him up here! Am I surrounded by dolts?”

The Royal Assassin, a little worse for wear, was carried up to the King’s chambers.

“Look, I’m sorry, your Highness,” the ...

“That was the worst assassination attempt I’ve seen”

“I couldn’t bring myself to die”

They smile bitterly at each other, those words meaning more to the pair than they could ever speak aloud....

“What the hell was that Cal?” Jeremy had reset himself from a ducking position returning his hands to his side. His ears still ringing from the the gun shot.

“I don’t know, I thought shooting him in the stomach would have killed him instantly” Cal lowers the shotgun.

“Really, please tell me you’re joking?” Jeremy looks at Cal with a puzzle expression. “Don’t you watch any action movies?”

A g...

She practically spat those words onto my face. I wanted to retort but her goons already had me gagged and tied so all I could do was glare, in a hopefully intimidating way, at her.

“I mean seriously, you burst through my window. Not discrete at ALL, immediately start firing at God knows what and only manage to land one bullet…in my god damn cat.” She gestured to the now deceased feline on the gro...