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This game is very similar to Respond to the prompt above you. In this game, however, the prompts are random lines, such as "What do you think you're doing?" and "Do you need help?" instead of questions or scenarios.
Your response should be in the form of short story / flash fiction!
How it works:
- Claim your post so you won't get ninja'd! It'd suck to lose all the writing you did just because someone wrote & posted faster than you!
- Edit your post and respond to the line given to you. You need to include the line in your story, but otherwise you have free hands to interpret it as you like. The response should be in the form of short story / flash fiction.
- At the end of your post, make sure to give the next person a line as well! Make sure the line is not too specific or restricting so the thread won't get stuck.
Rules:
- Keep it PG13!
- Use the spoiler function if your post is very long! It'll be easier for others to scroll down if they aren't met with a wall of text
- Make sure to post IC so people will know which character you're using in the prompt & they can potentially check it out!
- YOU CAN RESPOND AS MANY TIMES AS YOU LIKE like you don't need to wait for a certain amount of people to reply until you're allowed to.
- Honestly this thread is so dead that anarchy reigns and if you don't fill your claim it's not the end of the world, as long as you provide a line for the next user
Example:
Line: "What do we have here?"
Reply: "What do we have here?" the man asked with a repulsive smile on his face. He had tied Xavier up while he was unconscious, and was now pointing at him with a supposedly loaded gun - Xavier had no intentions to take a risk and believe the gun was fake. "Not so smart anymore, huh? Looks like foxes aren't all that clever after all!"
"I'm not a fox!" Xavier hissed.
"That should be the least of your concerns right now, given your current situation," the man laughed, but his gun was still pointing at the detective.
Reply: "What do we have here?" the man asked with a repulsive smile on his face. He had tied Xavier up while he was unconscious, and was now pointing at him with a supposedly loaded gun - Xavier had no intentions to take a risk and believe the gun was fake. "Not so smart anymore, huh? Looks like foxes aren't all that clever after all!"
"I'm not a fox!" Xavier hissed.
"That should be the least of your concerns right now, given your current situation," the man laughed, but his gun was still pointing at the detective.
Here is a line for the first:
"I'm never going to do that again, I swear!"
"How funny!" they mocked, "that's not what you said last time."
Joanne couldn't help but feel offended, even if she was wrong, even if she was lying through her teeth. She couldn't help but fight back and retort to gain control over Seiji. While on the other hand, Seiji wanted to make their relationship normal. No more cheating, no more lying, no more lonely nights.
"It's just like every other time, Seiji! I went to a party and I came home as I promised!" She desperately said, her face rising in heat as the two of them stared at each other. "I don't know where the hell you got the idea that I stopped loving you-"
"Listen! I'm sick and tired of listening to your lies! Every time, babe! I don't want to yell at you, but you never seem to get it!" Seiji screamed, startling Joanne as their argument began to escalate. Finally, he finally decided to confront Joanne about everything that's been going on. Both of them weren't willing to lose their footing, "I know you love me and I would never stop loving you, but the problem is when you lie to me about the truth! You're not just partying, you're not just hanging out with your friends! When are you going to tell me the truth, babe?!"
She struggled to find the words, only able to let out blurbs of words she couldn't string together. Joanne couldn't seem to just confess, almost like something was tugging at her vocal cords to not say what she wanted to. The more they stared, the less they could further hold in their emotions. No longer could either of them hold a facade of strength when it was so obvious tears were going to fall.
"I... I'm sorry, Seiji..." Her words frail and trembling from her sobs. Her guilt and remorse that she'd held off for so long finally been let go,
For a number of moments, they just stared. Joanne and Seiji were wiping their tears away, unsure of what to say next. Honestly... Seiji thought she would've ran out on him and Joanne though he would cut off their relationship forever. And yet here they were.
No longer could they stare at each other, Joanne took the first leap into his chest, wrapping her arms around him and hiding away her face as her quiet sobs quickly turned into loud, uncontrollable wailing. Seiji did the same, holding her close to his chest, coddling her and comforting while he sobbed alongside her.
These tears acted as their letters to each other, shouting out their true feelings they couldn't put into words.
this took me like a day to write LOL ALL OF THIS IS NONCANON BTW or maybe not?? :) Think of this as like a more direct version of what this is? Emotional, but in a different way!
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"In another life... Maybe things would've been different."
Claim!! :D
A few prompts to choose from!! ^^
"There's nothing I can do to make you see that I'm happier this way, is there?"
"There's no way out for me. There never was."
"Oh how wonderful it is to watch the falling of such a beautiful angel."
"Hey um... do you think you could just hold me for a little while?"
Claim :]
Warnings for : Threats of violence/murder, mention of beheading
"Oh no, our table!" WM exclaims, in a way that expressed they really could not care less about the table.
The table in question lies on the floor, splintered in half with wood chips scattered around it. The axe WM currently holds in their hand makes it obvious who did it. The other patrons of the tavern quiets, sitting in stunned silence at the spectacle.
WM doesn't pay them any mind. They step over the pieces of the table, dropping and dragging their greataxe behind them, uncaring at the way the other people flinch at the thud. The screech of metal against floor, and the crunch of wood beneath WM's boots, feels defeaning in the quiet.
"Now what was i saying again?" WM starts, teeth in their smile. The person in front of them darts his eyes around them, taking a halting step back. WM is suddenly in front of him before he could do anything. "Right," They continue, the hand not holding their axe fisting the collar of his shirt, "I was asking you a question."
They lift the person off the ground, grin widening at the way fear is finally showing in his eyes. In the corner of their eye WM could see the tavern owner hesitate in her approach, claws clicking in nervous patterns.
"I feel like we've had a miscommunication here somewhere in our conversation," They said, idly toying with their axe, "What that corrupted will do to you... won't matter when i am done if you keep being difficult." They paused then, grin still on their face, "Where is that corrupted hiding out friend, we had a deal didn't we?"
They smiled, mocking in its gentleness. "So why don't you cough up your end of the deal and tell me that little bit of info." A tilt of their head. "And maybe there won't be a beheading tonight."
Some to choose from!
"I think you should've ran while you still had the chance."
"D'awww, i'm gonna be sick."
"Ah! What the hell is that!?"
"Did you say something?"
"I think you should've ran while you still had the chance."
The words spoken are proud and loud. What one might expect from bandits thinking to highly of themselves. An irritation, to be certain, but it was nothing that couldn’t be handled.
Cerys looks up at the bandit standing in the doorway of the carriage, not a particularly perturbed look on her face. Instead the mage simply hums tilting her head.
“Whatever do you mean by that?” Her tone is light, to match her relaxed posture. It most certainly didn’t match the expression of the other passenger in the carriage with her. Though their clothing was somewhat similar, the man appears much older than the woman sitting across the carriage. His hands run shakily through his pepper gray hair, still somewhat full despite his age. It’s clear that where one is calm the other is not.
The bandit turns to face the councilwoman and grins,
“Yer bastards so high and mighty. Runnin’ away from ou’ proposition’s like the cowards ye are!” He spits, the globule of browning spit hitting the wood floor. Elio, the man in the other seat, begins to pat his brow with a kerchief as Cerys sighs, lowering her head.
“Ah, so that’s what this is about. Nikolos’ merry little band, come to demand recompense for our slight against him…” the woman muses, looking to Elio for a moment. The brute of a man, pauses… confusion flickering on his face. Perhaps if simply because her reaction wasn’t what the man had expected. At least the old man looked nervous.
“Er, roight! Now get out of there so we can take care of yous… all nice and proper.” The bandit grins, menacingly. The older man sighs, folding the white little kerchief in his shaky hands. Actually he’s doesn’t look too nervous at all… just irritated.
“P-please Cerys, do be gentle with an old grey beard like me around. I’ve got gentle bones, don’t you know.” His voice is surprisingly gentle and smooth, and Cerys smiles wolfishly
“Oh, Mr. Dewfoldge, you wound me… I am most gentle with my work…” the mage brings a hand to her chest, “but just for you, I’ll make sure it’s extra smooth.” The earth beneath the cart rumbles slightly and the woman’s gaze slides over to the towering figure in the doorway. A peek of what’s to come.
“Now then, shall we begin?”
Some options :3c
“Put that down! Before you kill us all with it!”
“I’m not fond of ice, but I’ll do what I can.”
“Hit me again with that and see what happens, I dare you.”
Claim!
. Panicked bird cries echoed among the trees and vibrated in the icy atmosphere. Frost lines the leafless trees, staining their muddled browns with a frosted blue. Grass frosted with white gave way to pure ice. The faint blue underneath gave clear indication of the river, its normally rapid waves trapped under a winter blanket. Among the slippery and flat surface, a small bag lay in the center. Brown and unmoving, its contents half spilled onto the ice.
A frown made its way across the face of the owner of the bag, who stood at the edge of the river, just on the bank. ``This just doesn't make sense..`` they mutter, voice muddled and quiet to the howling winter winds. How had he even lost the bag?
A disappointed yet amused chuckle came from the man's left. ``It quite does. You slipped, the bag flew. I saw it all.``
The man's frown only worsened as he reached to push stray strands of black hair from his face. ``This isn't funny, Luciel. I've got to get my bag.``
He received but a grunt of acknowledgment in response. Luciel stared out at the ice with a look of confusion, and a hint of regret-? Though it quickly flashed off when he cleared his throat.
``Stay here. I'm going to go get my bag.`` The noirette took a cautious step onto the ice, eyes wide with shock at just how smooth the surface was. Just how dangerous it was. He was stopped though, by arms wrapped around his waist.
``Over my dead body, Xaii.`` Luciel's voice only add to his surprise when he was hauled back to the safety of the banks. The blonde man set him down and crossed his arms with a concerned look. ``I'm not fond of ice, but i'll do what I can.``
Xaii suppressed a whine of protest, and leaned against a tree with a huff. ``Fine. But be careful! The ice might be thin.`` Anxiety stormed through the man as he watched his companion walk onto the ice, his steps firm and deliberate. It was slow and painful to watch- Xaii couldn't bear the thought of Luciel falling under the ice-but he forced his gaze to cast itself upon the scene. A little further.
``I've got it!`` Relief washed over the noirette at his companion's cry of triumph. He paced across the bank, with joy and anxiety burning in his veins.
Before he could reply, the splitting sound of cracking ice reached his ears.
have some options
``the sky cant last forever... right?``
``it isnt up to us anymore.``
Characters used: Twitch // Salvador - the criminal duo finally get caught
CW: mention of past murder
The sound of sirens flooded her ears, she sworn she would've gone deaf if they were any louder. It sounded like several police cars beneath her, and the thought made her dizzy with fear. Her legs shook as she made a feeble attempt to tiptoe to an open window. Her suspicion was right - police cars, everywhere! She stumbled back with from the window with a shriek, and collapsed onto her knees before getting back up, legs trembling. What did she do? What didn't she do? She heard hostile shouting from below, followed by loud steps climbing upward towards her. Adrenaline coursed through her entire body when she turned her head to face the door, each footstep was getting closer, louder.
This is it, she thought. After all the mistreatment, they're coming. To hell with them all, this isn't fair! The door swung open, slamming against the battered wall.
"Sal!" Relief flushed over her as she saw the familiar, masculine figure standing in the doorway. He looked miserable. His hair was a tousled mess, and his dark, tawny skin was dappled with fresh abrasions. His bloodshot eyes shared the same fear hers carried, and the two exchanged glances. Glances of confusion, horror, and frustration. She found the strength in her legs to rush over to the older man, grabbing onto his forearms and looking up into his inflamed, russet eyes. She remembered this position the two of them were currently in, they had been in it before. She remembered she had her hands grasping his arms to not fall down when the two went roller skating together. That night had been so much fun, no matter how many times she fell that night. Though this was merely a momentary memory, and her mind swept back to the present. Back to the two of them holding onto one another as sirens blasted through their ears and police were swarming their apartment complex. Back to their last night together.
"Sal, I'm scared, I don't know what's happening!" she shrilled, keeping her eyes fixed on his. "I could have sworn I hid that girl! Do you think they found her?"
"Are you stupid? Of course they did! I knew letting you dispose of a body had trouble written all over it." Sal spat, flicking his arms away from her hands. "Now the gig's up, our cover is blown!" Sal began to shout at the top of his lungs and turned to strike the wall with a balled fist, which in the long run, he realized was an incredibly stupid move. "Everything I worked for. Everything, just right down the drain!" He yawped, turning back to her direction as he pulled his fringe with a whimper. Sal lifted his head, his fringe now matching the rest of his matted hair, and looked down at the younger woman in front of him. He couldn't recall her this frightened before. In fact, he couldn't recall her ever being frightened. She had always been headstrong and capable of taking hard challenges with ambition, but now, she looked horrified and lost. His hostile curled lip dropped into a frown as his eyebrows began to knit.
"Teegan, mi nena, don't- don't look at me like that. I shouldn't have acted out, this isn't your fault. I'm, I'm sorry." He stammered, taking a few steps closer to her. She took this opportunity to wrap her arms around him, hugging his waist tightly. Her blue eyes clouded with turmoil as the commotion of the police's search party began moving up closer to their floor.
"What's going to happen now? We can fix this, right?" She asked him, resting her chin on his ribs. "I know we can. You are the king of these streets, you can do this. We can do something, we can fix this. Please, Sal, I know we can." His frown began to quiver as he searched for the right words. His train of thought was halted as he heard nearby apartment doors being kicked in. They're already here.
"I don't know what'll happen, angel. It isn't up to us anymore." His face soured as any remaining drop of hope drained from her face. He could feel her heartbeat pound right out of her chest against his stomach. "But whatever happens, I love you, and I'd rather die standing with you by my side than live kneeling in fear any longer."
For the first time that night she smiled. She smiled knowingly as she raised her hands in the air.
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"What are you hiding from me?"
"You know what they say, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush!"
"Is that why there's there's 28 birds in the shrubs outside?"
"He's my SON, for gods' sake!"
[gonna loosely write some of my boy's past here!]
"He's my SON, for gods' sake!"
Yelling. He was sitting outside of the principal's office, listening to his father scream in the face of the man who had caught him trying to leave campus. For several weeks, he had been skipping out on school, attending only the first class and leave the rest. When the day was over and the other students got out, he returned to get on the bus and go home. Today, much to his misfortune; one of the assistant principals had been acting as an ordinary person and hiding away in a shop nearby the school's area. Having walked past it, Dallas had been spotted, stopped and then taken into custody by the assistant principal and was told his dad was going to be called.
Dallas didn't like his father at all. His father was hectic and unpredictable. He was quick to rage and had a hard time understanding others correctly. The principal had calmly stated the issue and was met with shouting before he could even finish his sentence. The embarrassment and shame Dallas felt was overwhelming. He, himself hadn't given the principal a hard time at all. When they discussed what had happened and the punishment for truancy, he had kept his mouth quiet and his eyes glued on the dirty rubber of his converse shoes. He was completely polar to his father's boisterous nature, and hearing him throw a tantrum was painful to bear witness to.
After abruptly slamming the door to the principal's office, his father made his way over. Dallas knew that he was about to be on the receiving end of a temper that couldn't be reasoned with. Leaving school grounds during the day was a misdemeanor where they lived, according to the school's appointed officer. He was going to have to go to court with a parental figure or guardian, explain to a judge why he was skipping his classes and then pay a fine up to two hundred dollars. His father absolutely loathed being in the presence of higher authority. He was an authoritative man himself, controlling and aggressive-- nobody had power over him.
"Can't you see that I'm trying?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀ " Can't you see that I'm trying? " Tears begin to shake the weary features of the middle-aged man, threatening to spill, as he takes a desperate step forward, hands outstretched in front of him in an act of imploring. Old eyes, now glassy with the layer of salty water filling to their brim, stare at the ethereal being in front him. Begging. For some kind of recognition of his efforts, for some kind of empathy. For anything at all.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ But cold, distant, slate-grey eyes stare back. Distant from any emotion the man was seeking from her. Distant from anything remotely familiar to human empathy. Just... distant. " Our patron has decided that you have not tried hard enough. "
⠀⠀⠀⠀ The majestic pulse of wind pushes back on them both, as feathered wings, the span of two wagons, sprout forth from behind the woman in her preparation to depart. Yet, her eyes still remained trained on the sad little man. Only to watch him fall to his knees at her dismissal.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ " N-no... please... " Though he continues to beg, his head is already lowering, eyes falling to the ground before closing in defeat. The dirt under his fingertips is rough, and callous. " ... I have nothing else left. Please. Tell your god I will do anything they ask of me. They need only say the words. "
⠀⠀⠀⠀ She stares. But there is nothing there. Not even pity. " It is not what you will do that matters. It is what you have already done. "
⠀⠀⠀⠀ " I can atone! I promise, please! Just give me a chance! "
⠀⠀⠀⠀ " Your fate is decided. Farewell, mortal. "
⠀⠀⠀⠀ And just like that, the judging gaze of her eyes leaves him, and with it, any hope he had left. A beat of her wings, and she's gone; leaving the man, alone, to wallow in the dirt.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ " Don't leave me! "