Writing Prompt

“Need a ride?” he asked. I wanted to shake me head and refuse. I knew better than to take a ride from someone that I didn’t know.

Then again, I can very well defend myself, not just with my otherworldly military training.

So I agreed.

That is how I met the demigod son of the god king. This is the story of how Damian, son of the god of kings, falls in love with his dad’s warrior champion....

He slowed to a halt and peered out the window as he asked the fateful question: "Need a ride?" Darwin was filled with emotions. Relief, shock, and a little bit of concern too. He didn't have time to think about any of them as he quickly got into the car, slamming the door hard. The car took off before he even had time to fasten his seat belt, and he found himself getting thrown against his chair. ...

He slowed to a halt and peered out the window as he asked the fateful question:

“Need a ride.”

I shook my head, my arms folded and my eyes not meeting his.

“It’s cold,” he said, his arm out the open window.

I shook my head again, “It’s not.”

I started walking, and he followed slowly, his old truck louder than the sound of my foot steps, in the crunchy snow.

“Haley, come on,” he said, I turned to...

“Need a ride?”, the plump silhouette form the drivers side asked as he slowly pulled up along side me.

I’m not one to take rides from anyone, let alone a stranger off the street. But the rain and wind were wreaking havoc on my eyesight during my walk home. Back in my day you didn’t think twice when it came to hitchhiking or picking up someone. However in this day and age, it’s not the safes...

Alex fingered the handle of Renna’s knife as the window was rolled down, trying to steady his nerves. Here he was, twelve years old, an almost heir to the throne, about to become a murderer.

Fitting, perhaps.

“Need a ride?”

“Th-thank you, mister,” Alex stammered, biting at his lip. A convincing act, because he was terrified. “I’d like, uh, I’d like that very much.”

“No problem, kid.”

The door...

“Oh, actually I’m waiting for someone.” A girl with stringy blonde hair, dirt on her face and hands spoke with a shaky voice. Like the voice you would have if something bad happened. Suddenly she stood up and started walking along the sidewalk.

As the car started driving in a slow pace, the driver said “Mind telling me what is really going on?” She started a jog, that turned into a run. T...

“Oh yes sir, I do.”

“Well come on in here and out of the cold, little lady.” He ruptured.

In her clacking flat plastic dress shoes, Mary May walked over to the driver’s side window and raised a finger to the gentleman behind the wheel of the very nice large black car.

“No funny business.” She said.

Her tipped his hat to her and nodded.

Clicking and clacking her way around the car, the little gi...

He slowed to a halt and peered out the window as he asked the fateful question: “Need a ride?”

What in the world is going on with this phone? My writings never seem to appear completed anymore....

He drove in muteness, the car a silent smudge of charcoal on the black highway. As He drove, he came across many passing cars and hikers stranded along the roadside.

But none of them seemed quite right. None of them were ready for him to notice them.

He passed a young boy halfway through the drive, a scruffy dark haired thing with a broken bicycle and a large bloody gash on his leg. For a whil...

Hair, clothes, skin, wet.

Everything was wet and there was nothing I could do about it. It was nothing an umbrella couldn’t fix but, what good would that do if you didn’t have one? The aching in my feet was extremely prominent and it was making me regret wearing my platform boots. Still, the only thing I could do was deal with it.

I wouldn’t even be in this predicament if I brought my car. But...