Writing Prompt Challenge #2 – Short Story

Here it is peoples,
Starting at 1:14 AM EST on 8/25/16.

What to do today, that was the question. After years without a day off of anything, I had to figure out what just I would do. Sighing, I slipped out of the silk sheets and into my fuzzy slippers that laid at the foot of the bed. Comfort was key and there was no way that I could get comfortable without having a cup of coffee. That was what I was going to do today, at least to start the day out with.

The closet, small even for a studio apartment, stood there taunting me. Half way across the sparely furnished room with piles of clothes in between us. Why couldn’t the closet just come to me? Nothing can never be easy.

Walking to the closet, I expertly avoided the piles of junk that made it’s own obstacle course. Maybe I should clean my place too today? Probably. I pulled out my favorite striped cardigan and boot cut jeans, my slippers still on my feet. They were so warm on such a frigid winter’s day. I didn’t know what I would do if I had to put my feet on the cold wood floor. All I knew was that, I wanted that coffee or just to go back to bed and sleep the day away.

I wandered through the apartment in search of my coat and boots before I realized that they were in the bathroom hanging on the tub because of all the snow melting on them. They should be dry by now, right?

Pulling my coat and boots on, I got to my front door and grabbed my purse, slinging it over my shoulder. I left the apartment, locking the door behind me since there was no telling when I would get back home.

The walk to the coffee shop wasn’t too bad, a couple flights of stairs and a taxi ride three blocks down the street. It wasn’t even that crowded either. I was able to get into the line and get my coffee without a problem. Not wanting to go home, I sat by the window on the bar stool and watched the traffic backed up in the fluffy snow. Some people just don’t know how to drive, I thought.

“Hey, you’re in here every morning right?” The voice in my ear made me jump. I turned to see a thin man with tattoos covering his arms wearing an apron and a towel hanging from his pocket.

“Uhm, yes, I tend to be. I’m Joan,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Paul,” the man said, smiling through his brunette beard. I couldn’t see his hair because of a baseball hat, but his eyes where an amazing turquoise color. His hand took mine causing a jolt of electricity to go through all of my nerves.

“So, you’ve worked here long?” Learn to small talk, woman!

“About a year. I take it you live near here?” Paul asked, kindly. I should have caught the blinking red flag but nothing popped out.

“Paul, you’re good to go. I got it from here,” the manager, Joseph, hollered from behind the counter.

Paul took off his apron and towel, while walking to the counter. “Thanks, bud,” he said. The way he walked was graceful like those models on TV. I wished I could do that. “Hey, you coming with?” Paul asked me with a wink.

“Where?”

“Let’s call it a surprise,” he said with a grin.

This was so weird, but he had a glow about him that I tried not to notice. “Sure, but I gotta be home in an hour.” An hour isn’t long enough to get into trouble, right?

I followed Paul out of the coffee shop and followed him through the streets until we got to the townhome apartments two blocks past my apartment. He walked us to the door and turned to me. “You sure that you’re okay with this?”

“Why not? If all else fails, I can run home and avoid you forever.” I was trying to make a joke, but it didn’t come out that way.

I followed him into the apartment, looking up and down the street  in hopes of pedestrians. Nothing. I had no choice now but to go. I walked through the barrier of the apartment and suddenly everything changed. The lights dimmed, the colors were dark, and I could not see Paul. I got a few feet in the door, thinking about calling out to him. This is what horror movies are made of… I turned to run but there was Paul, standing in the open doorway.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you didn’t have wings a few minutes ago, right?” I asked, seeing the white feathered wings sticking out of his back.

“You’re right. That’s why you’re here.”

“Why am I here? Is there something wrong with me? Am I going to die?”

“Yes, there is something wrong with you. However, it is the same thing that is wrong with all of us.”

The world turned black around me. The last thing I remembered was hitting the ground.

(current time 1:47 am 8/25/16, 2 prompts down [although adjusted])

I woke up to utter silence. Not even the sound of a car on the street. Being used to city sounds, that must have been why I awoke was because it was silent.

“You finally woke up?” I heard from the corner. The lights flared on, almost blinding me. I was surrounded by weapons from old fashioned maces to an iron maiden. Swords gleamed in the light and knives were all placed on one wall as if on display.

“Are we in your basement?” I asked. “Am I being pranked? Is this some horror movie set?”

“I’ll have you know that all the knives on this wall has saved me at least once,” Paul said, trying to make up for the creepy surrounding.

“You know, normal people don’t have a basement full of weapons just laying around.”

“Every good hunter needs an armory.”

“If all of these knives have saved you at least once, why do you have that gun over there? The iron maiden? Maces?” I questioned, concerned if he’d torture me or just kill me quickly. I hoped it would be quick.

“Oh, that gun! No, no, no, that gun is just because it’s a beautiful mode of death.”

“Aren’t you an angel or something, though?” Keep him talking, distract him. Find a way out!

“I’m a hunter, just so happens I’m half angel. Trust me, long story.” Paul paced by the door. It was as if I wasn’t going to be able to leave. I could have guessed that already though.

“I did trust you and know I’m in your supposed armory!”

“Calm down, you’re here because it was going to happen anyway. Just like that you’re going to help me. We’ve got these monsters roaming the city and I can’t take all of them down with just myself and Joseph. You’re our best bet.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t help you. There is no way I can. I have to go back to work tomorrow and I’m no where near qualified to fight anyone.” Distraction.

“You are being very uncooperative, Joan.”

“What are you doing?” another winged being yelled, running up behind Paul. “I thought I made it perfectly clear that we have a no abduction policy!”

“Joseph, you’re such a spoiled sport. She wasn’t necessarily cooperating. What did you expect me to do?” Paul poked.

“I don’t know, Paul. But she’s seen us now, you have to kill her.”

“I don’t wanna.” Is he a toddler or something? Joseph tried to get around Paul but failed. Paul was able to reach his closest knife by the door way and shoved it into the shoulder joint and pushed it up. The limb hung from only a few strands of flesh, blood dripping down the lifeless limb. “See what you made me do?” Paul complained.

“What is your problem, dude?” Joseph spat, holding onto his shoulder.

“You’re irritating me.” Paul grabbed the back of Joseph’s blonde head and the other hand placed itself snugly against Joseph’s mouth and nose. “Go in peace.” Joseph fell, dead.

That’s humans for you. Cut off a limb and it will still try to aggravate you, but just deprive them of oxygen for five seconds and it’s dead,” Paul said shrugging turning back to me.

I couldn’t speak. He just killed someone without remorse or hesitation.

“You ready for your training?”

“Do I have a choice?” I coughed.

“Not really.”

Paul walked up to me and lead me to Joseph’s body. “Take his wings, we’ll have to do this on the go.”

(end @ 1,456 words, 2:05 AM EST, 8/25/16, all prompts used)

 

Pink are the prompts, yellow are updates, and black is regular story line. (Sorry for the sucky ending, doing this after not sleeping and working all day!)

Less than an hour and it’s done. hmm…

-Ally

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Writing Prompt Challenge

Internet Universe,

I know I’m working on my sequel and getting the first published, (hopefully out soon!) but I found a day that I just couldn’t put anything on paper. So, I decided to challenge myself. I found six writing prompts.

My challenge, to myself, was to find a way to get these six prompts to be worked into one short story. I will be publishing on here by the end of this post. I’m doing this as I go and I will even time myself. Later on, I will request that you will send me the prompts and maybe we can get a once a month thing going with these scenes.

Here, I’m going to focus on adding whimsy and perhaps even some comedy into what would otherwise be rather serious prompts. I have the prompts that I will quote and put in where they were found, as well, after that we are going full force on the short story.

  1. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you didn’t have wings yesterday, right?” (shareasimage.com)
  2. “That’s humans for you. Cut off a limb and it will live, but leave it without oxygen for five minutes and it’s done for.” (wordpress.com)
  3. “You know, normal people don’t have a basement full of weapons.”
    “I’ll have you know that every single one of these knives save my life at least once.”
    “What about that gun over there?”
    “Oh, that? That’s just for decoration.” (shareasimage.com)
  4. “I thought I’d made it clear we have a no abduction policy.”
    “She wasn’t cooperating. What do did you expect me to do?” (google.com)
  5. The Silence woke her. (pinterest.com)
  6. “Is there something wrong with me?”
    “Yes, but it’s the same thing that’s wrong with all of us.” (pinterest.com)

Those are the six prompts for this section. I figure what I’ll do is write a blog post labeled as number two so that those who want to read can and those that don’t want to (shame on you!) will have the ability to skip over it. (And so I don’t make this blog post too long.)

-Ally