Written in 30 minutes. My brain just didn’t want to work with writing prompt. 

Writing Prompt #1,201

You are a 20-year-old woman working with your uncle at his logging company during the summer. It’s not your ideal choice for spending your time, but it is a refreshing change in scenery for you. On your days off, you explore the nearby town and the surrounding woods, although you have been warned not to go out after dark due to the increasing number of wild animal attacks in the area. For the most part, you heed this warning. There isn’t much to do anyhow, so you spend most of your time reading in the local diner. You make friends with one waitress who works there, a punk-looking girl with bright red hair and a combative attitude who wants nothing more than to leave the town. You become close. But a few weeks later, your friend goes missing. Despite your search, people have no idea where she’s gone, some even claiming that they don’t know her entirely. When she suddenly returns the following month, with a different attitude and an unfamiliar wardrobe, you are naturally suspicious. The more you look at her, the more unlike herself she looks. Where there once were freckles, there are none. The piercings she had are completely gone and have even healed without a trace. The worst part? Her eyes are an entirely different color. Convinced that this is not your friend, you decide to find out what exactly happened to her in an attempt to get her back — if she’s not already gone forever.

‟Saph, how’s your mother?” I asking already know the answer. Her mother died over a year ago. She tilts her head to the left and looks me up and down.

‟You know she is dead, right?” She asks in a soft small voice, that’s definitely not Saph’s normal voice.

‟Okay. Where have you been the past month?” I ask just staring at her.

‟Around. I’ve already told you this.” She shrugs. I force myself to stay calm. I’ve called her out about not being Saph. She just shrugged it off and said She changed over this last month. Which it a possibility but it’s very unlikely. There has been a complete change in her. Hell, her eye color isn’t even the same. I don’t even know how people didn’t remember her? How did they not even know that she went missing for a whole month! Like in this small down are we that forgettable?

Written in 30 minutes. 

Writing Prompt #1,118

Your parents own a small convenience store in the heart of the city in which you live and have always pressured you to carry on the family business. You don’t mind picking up a shift or two every so often, but it is not something you want to do for the rest of your life. After a failed semester at your first year of college, you come back to work for your family while you figure things out. Your father tasks you with overseeing the nighttime deliveries. You agree, thinking nothing of it and assuming it’s like any other delivery the store gets. He gives you the key to the back room—one you’ve never been in before—and leaves you to it. But when a tall, winged creature wearing a baseball cap climbs out of the delivery truck to get you to sign for the shipment, you realize your parents have been hiding something from you. You help unload your first shipment of magical potions, shelving them in the massive back room among the others, and realize this secret has been going on longer than you thought.

‟Wow, your new here.” The gargoyle looking creature says as he pull a clip board from within the delivery truck.

‟Goliath!” A male voice hisses from within the back of the delivery truck.

‟What? Just tellin it like I’m seeing it.” Goliath says back to the voice.

‟I don’t care, that’s not a nice thing to say.” The voice says again.

‟Then what should I say?” Goliath says and his head moving side to side as he talks.

‟UGH!” The voice says as I hear boxes being moved. ‟Give me a moment and I’ll talk to the person.” I hear more movement then I see a gray wing poke out from behind the truck.

‟I don’t know what you want from me, Cavier.” Goliath says as the other male comes closer. He hasn’t looked at me yet but for some odd reason I can’t take my eyes off of him.

‟I want you to be nice!” Cavier says snatching the clip board away from Goliath. I feel as if I am intruding on this. ‟Hello, Ma’am” He trails off the moment he looks up from the clip board.

‟Hello, Cavier?” I say more like a question than a statement.

‟Now, who’s being rude?” Goliath says snapping Cavier out of some trance and he elbows Goliath. 

‟We have the deliveries, you ask for.” Cavier says looking anywhere but at me. I narrow my eyes at Cavier.

‟I take it you, know where it goes.” I say straightening my spine. Cavier eyes go straight to my boobs which became more noticeable when I stood straighter. 

‟Yes, Ma’am.” Goliath says as he is watching Cavier and chuckles. I force my body to turn around but I still feel Cavier’s gaze on me.

‟Fuck.” I barely hear Cavier says behind me. ‟I mate her.” He whispers out and Goliath laughs.

‟Ya’ think?” He says. ‟Come on, let’s get this over with. I want to be back on the road in ten minutes.”

‟Why are you rush?” Cavier asks.

‟Because all she is going to bring you is trouble. I can feel it.” Goliath growls.  What the fuck? Is this guy bipolar? One moment he is laughing then he is growling. I hear a grunt but I walk to the room I’m now realizing that I’ve never been into. I slowly unlock it and I’m greeted by darkness. I fumble around to find the light switch and once I find it, I’m blinded for a second. When I’m able to see again I see a ton of magical potions on shelves. I just stand there staring at all of them. ‟Move.” He growls, making me jump and quickly move out of the way. The two men bring in a total of 8 boxes. Cavier stops in front of me with the clip board in hand.

‟I need you to sign the form.” He says offering me the clip board. As I take it my hand brushes against his hand and with the brief contact his turns the color of pale skin. He steps back away from me. ‟Please sign the form.” He says not looking at me. Goliath come back in.

‟What’s the hold-‟ He stops as his eyes land on Cavier’s hand. He seems to regain his bearings. ‟Cavier get out to the truck. I’ll take it from here.” Cavier rushes past me. Goliath takes the clip board from me and looks it over. ‟Sign it.” He growls. And I do just that. ‟Goodnight.” He says walking out of the storage room. 

 Writing Prompt #1,058

You are in fifth grade when the dreams begin. You find yourself in a version of your hometown that is not quite your hometown. The people are the same, but they dress wildly, in colorful gowns and suits. The town itself is the same, but the buildings are different; the library is a castle, and the local supermarket is built into a large tree in the center of town. When you are in the dream world, no one pays you any mind until one day a boy your age whom you have never seen before realizes that you are not from here. He tells you he isn’t either. In fact, he’s been trapped here for years. It’s up to you to help him—without getting trapped yourself.

‟What do you mean you’ve been trapped here?” I ask looking him from head to toe. He’s dressed in a powered blue suit that is snug to his body. ‟You look like you belong here.” I state. He throws his head back and groans.

‟You’d think someone from out of this world be smart enough to realize that I’m dressed this way to blend in.” He says and I sigh.

‟Well, you would think that someone claiming to not be from around here would show some proof.” I say in a sassy tone. He looks at me again. I raise an eyebrow and his shoulder sag. He sighs. I take a deep breath ‟I want to believe you but I have no proof.” I shrug helplessly.

‟Come with me.” He says as he turns away from me. Walking towards the edge of town. ‟Keep up.” He hisses.

‟Young Man.” A woman says stepping in front of us. ‟Hello, young lady.” She says curtsying in front of me. When she is standing straight up she looks at the boy in front of me. ‟Remember tonight the king is picking a new princess and prince. So, you two need to be back by night fall.” She says giving him a pointed look. ‟You missed the last one.” She looks towards me. ‟Your young lady is from out of town and if you bring here, he may forgive you for missing the last one.”

Written in 30 minutes. 

Writing Prompt #1,207

You are a teenager who lives next door to an elderly man who has become your friend over the years. You help him out occasionally, watering his garden and chatting while he rests on the porch as well as walking his tiny, yet equally old Pomeranian every night. You both enjoy the company. Despite speaking almost every day, you realize that you know very little about your friend. You decide to interview him for a class project, and he agrees, leading you into his house. The walls are covered with newspaper clippings detailing disasters that were averted over the years, and he tells you that, as a young man, he had a very exciting life. When he leads you into the back room and you see an old superhero suit —one that’s been at the center of many urban legends — you know you’re in for a good story.

‟You’re the urban Cleaner?” I ask staring at the suit. Jason, nods.

‟I use to be.” He says

‟We need you to come back.” I say holding my notebook to my chest.

‟No, you don’t. The city is better off without my help.” He wheezes. ‟Here sit down.” He sweeps his hand over towards the desk with four chairs. I walk over and take a seat in one of the three chairs on one side. ‟Look, I know you believe that you guys need me but the truth is you don’t. When I was helping the police, the city was in pure chaos. I remember this one time. I just got to the downtown mall that day. I heard a woman scream. I ran towards the sound.” He says looking off into space.

‟What happened to the woman?” I ask trying to bring Jason back to the present, but he just kept staring. Was it really worse than it is now? People are being killed left and right. I don’t even think that he knows truly what’s going on outside of this little town. Someone needs to help them. ‟They need your help.” I say out loud.

‟I just made it worse.” He finally says. ‟Being a superhero brings out super villains. The criminals just want to be on the same footing as the ones charged to protect the population.” He says looking down at me. ‟Sarah, if you take anything away from this interview please understand that there is checks and balances.”

‟But people are drying out there. They need someone to protect them.” I say. Jason gives a soft smile.

‟Someone soon is going to step up. He just needs to work out the tech to help them.” He says cryptically. A flash of Kevin falling off his building with something that looked like wings that is made out metal.

‟Are you talking about Kevin?” I ask and he nods.