As I was writing this I kept losing my train of thought. I also don’t normally write stories about superhero’s and or people working on tech things. So, sadly this one isn’t going be as good as I would like. It was written in 30 minutes just like all the others. 

Writing Prompt #1,262

You have idolized superheroes your entire life and want nothing more in this world than to be one. When you move out of your parents’ house, you decide to make your dream come true. You attempt everything: exposing yourself to radiation, getting hit by lightning, allowing every strange-looking spider you come across to bite you… but nothing seems to work. After several failed attempts and a few trips to the hospital, you are almost ready to throw in the towel. However, no matter how hard you try, you can’t shake the feeling that you were meant for greatness. Then one day it dawns on you: You don’t really need superpowers to protect the innocent from the forces of evil — you can be one of those superheroes who uses gadgets! You quickly download the best CAD software you can find, watch a few YouTube tutorials, and get to work.

‟Fucking hell, how do they do this?” I say while laying down on the ground. I just fell to the ground. ‟I followed the tutorials to a T. What went wrong?” I say trying to get up, but my body is in a lot of pain. I look up to the sky and sighed. ‟I know that this is something that I can I do! I believe I can do this.” I say to the sky. I force my body to roll over to my left side. I slowly push myself up. I need to do this.

‟Did you ever think that maybe your superpower is healing?” Someone says from behind me, making me squeal.

‟What do you mean?” I ask I slowly turn around. 

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Writing Prompt #930

During a business conference in the Greek islands, you hear a sweet and soft song floating on the air from a distance. You walk down the beach, following the sound, and find a woman in the water beckoning you to come closer. You move closer before sitting down on the beach to listen to her voice. Days pass and you become too weak to stand. Nevertheless, you remained entranced by this creature. Suddenly her singing shifts to crying, and she tells you that, although she is the last of her kind, she cannot bear to devour another victim. You vow to help her, not knowing if the love you have for her is true or is a result of the siren’s curse.

‟I don’t know what will happen the moment that I touch you.” She says to me. I don’t care what happens as long as I’m with her.

‟I don’t care. I’m just happy I get to be with you.” I say. ‟Kiss me, please.” She nods. Once her lips touch my I feel a wave of energy crash over me and I’m able to move my arm. I pull her closer. She pulls back from the kiss and lays her head on my chest. I felt different. I don’t why but I feel completely different. ‟Where do you live?” I ask her after what feels like forever.

‟Under the sea.” She sighs. ‟You can’t come with me. You won’t be able to breathe.”

‟How you guys reproduce?” I ask. She shrugs.

‟I was always told we take a male down to our home and use him to get us pregnant, but I don’t know how to do that.” She says and I look up to the sky and see it is still completely dark out.

‟Use me right here. You can use me right now.” I say without thinking.

“NO” She screeches.

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Writing Prompt #1,265

One evening, a young man knocks on your family’s front door, seeking shelter from the brutal magic-fed thunderstorm. He is soaking wet and shivering from the cold, so you offer him blankets, a cup of tea, and a spot by the burning fire. He thanks you for your hospitality and tells you that he is on his way to the Kargrove Manor, the home of one of the wealthiest families in your county. You speak of your distaste for the Kargrove family and their varied businesses, making the wealthy wealthier and the poor poorer. The young man says nothing and, once the storm has subsided, leaves your home. The following day, you go to the town center to gather food and materials but are stopped when a large carriage comes clattering down the road. The townspeople part to make way for it, and whispers pick up as people gossip about the carriage’s inhabitants. Suddenly, the carriage door opens right in front of you, and you stumble back and fall to the dirt ground to avoid being hit. Grumbling, you see a hand extend in front of your face, offering assistance. When you look up, you spot the familiar features of the young man you welcomed into your home last night as hushed voices rise to declare, “Mr. Kargrove.”

Sophia feel into a deep sleep. Whenever, she falls into this sleep she is transported to the heavens to see her family. She is the only one left in her family. A loud knocking sound makes me jump and drop the book I was reading. The knocking sound comes again and I look toward my front door. Who could be at out here this late at night? Thunder rolls and lighting lights up the sky. Especially when this storm is being fueled by the Kargrove’s. The person knocks again. In my rush to get up, my book falls to the ground making a loud thud. I make it to the door to see a young man, soaked to the bone. ‟Oh. Dear. Come inside.” I usher him inside and out of the pissed off storm. ‟I think I still have some of my fathers clothes.” I say rushing off toward my parents old room. I rummage through their old dresser and find a pair of sweets and an tee. I grab a towel on my way out of their room. I really need to get their room cleaned out. They been gone for over a year. ‟The bathroom is right over here.” I say swinging my hand towards the bathroom door. I push the clothes and towel into his arms. ‟Get changed and I can wash your clothes so, that they are dry in the morning.” I say quickly. The man just nods and heads into the bathroom. I walk back over towards where my book is laying on the ground. I bend over and pick it up. I notice that in my rush to get to the front door I didn’t mark the page I was on. ‟Fuck, I’m going to have to search for it.” I say as I place the book on the table next to couch.

‟Thank you Ma’am.” The male says. I jump and squeak.

‟You’re welcome sir. It’s the least I could do since the Kargrove’s pissed off the storm with their magic.” I says offhandedly.

‟How do you know the Kargrove’s are behind the storm?” He asks.

‟Oh, that’s just.” I trail off. I look over at him and my heart stops. He looks so handsome. ‟It’s nothing. I’ve heard it on the wind.” I stumble over my words.

‟Ah, okay.” He says.

‟Here let me make you a cup of coffee, to help warm you up.” I rush into the kitchen, before my mouth can say anything else. After, I make the coffee, I take it out to him. ‟Here you go.” I say awkwardly. He gives me a small smile.

‟Thank you.” He says taking the cup of coffee. We spend the rest of the night in silence. I end up passing out on the love seat. When I wake up the next morning he is gone and the only thing here to say that the man was here is the folded blankets. I get up and realize that I have no food left in this damn house.

‟Alright, lets head into town.” I say into the empty house. I dress and start my walk into town. I barely make into town when a large carriage comes clattering down the road. The townspeople scramble out out of the way. Their whispers pick up as some people gossip about the carriage’s inhabitants. Before I know the Carriage is right in front of me and the door is swing open causing me to stumble back and I end up falling to the dirt. ‟Fucking hell,” I grumble as a hand is extend in front of my face, offering assistance. Looking up at the face attached to the hand and I squeak out. ‟Sir.”

“Mr. Kargrove.” I hear someone from behind me says and my eyes widen.

‟You’re?” I say.

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Writing Prompt #1,087

You and your mother work hard every day to keep your grain farm running in the height of the Great Depression. You feel connected to the land in a way you can’t explain, and your mother is a genius at knowing just how to make the crops flourish. Beyond this great closeness to the land, your bond with your mother is unshakable. Life is peaceful and tough, but fulfilling. The only thing missing for you is romance, but you believe that, when it’s time, it will come to you. One night, you wake to see a purple orb glowing in the fields. A powerful force compels you to get out of bed and go to it. It’s the dead of night, but you can’t help yourself. When you get there, you find a hooded man holding a long staff, with the light that led you there emanating from the top of the staff. You don’t run or scream, but you can’t understand why. Then he greets you by your name: Persephone. He tells you his master would like to meet you. He waves the staff and, to your shock, the ground opens beneath your feet, but you do not fall. Instead, you see a stunning gentleman on a chariot tied to a pair of majestic horses beneath your feet. He asks you to join him for a ride. Before you can reply, your mother’s scream rips through the night.

‟JADE!” My mother’s scream rips through the night. I quickly turn towards our house. I see her running towards us. ‟Please don’t go!” I look back to the male sitting on the chariot. His hand out stretched out towards me. Then look back at my mother. She is at the edge of the hole that we are floating on. ‟Please don’t go with that monster.” She pleads with me. ‟You’ll never come back.” She says looking into the hole.

‟What do you mean?” I ask.

‟Come with me, my master really would like to meet you.” The man says.

‟You can’t have her. She’s my daughter!” my mother yells again. The man laughs.

‟You’re daughter? You’ve forgotten who the father is.” He says laughing. ‟You’ve made a deal that in order to have her.” He say pointing at my mother. Wait did he just say he knows my father? Isn’t my father dead? What the hell did my mother hide from me? ‟Now do you want to come meet my master?” He says pulling me out of my thoughts. 

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Writing Prompt #1,100

You are walking down the street one day when you happen upon an upset dog with four small roller skates attached to his paws. You remove his skates, and the grateful dog licks you on the cheek before running away. The next day, you find your best friend’s bike in a nearby bush with a flat tire. You bring the bike over to your friend’s house, and he thanks you for finding it. That night, you see some sort of creature near your trash can. You go to investigate, only to find your girlfriend’s broken charm bracelet at the bottom of the can. When more strange incidents occur in your town, you are convinced that the creature you saw is behind the mayhem, but your parents and other adults don’t believe you. With the help of your friends, you decide to set a trap and see who—or what—is behind all of these pranks once and for all.

‟Come on. We should trap it. Think about how much money we would get for it.” Jake says as he reclines in my gaming chair.

‟I’m not wanting to sell it off to the highest bidder.” I say. ‟I want to see what it is. I want to ask why it’s been causing all this mayhem?” I look over a Jackson, who’s sitting on my beanbag and please with my eyes for him to agree with me.

‟I do have to agree with Xavier. While the money would be nice, we don’t know what this creature would do to us if we sold it.” Jackson says not look at either of us. I’m glad he agreed with me but I don’t like how he isn’t comfortable enough around us to he himself. He’s been in our group of friends for the last year and I pray that he will be more comfortable around us soon.

‟Come on. You guys are being chickens.” Jake says, now sitting up and look between us.

‟We aren’t being chickens just because we don’t agree with you.” I state. ‟But none the less I do want to trap it, just not sell it.” I say getting up off my bed. ‟Are you going to help me or not?” I say crossing my arms over chest.

‟Dude.” Chris says from my doorway. ‟You may want to trap it but I don’t think that’s a good idea since we don’t know what we are dealing with. Like is it powerful enough to kill us with just one look. What does it look like? Ya’ll want to jump into action with a plan is just going to get one of us hurt.” He says walking past me and plopping down on my bed. ‟So, if we are going to do this we need to foolproof plan.” He says and I sit down next to him. 

‟Okay, fair point. So, what do you think we should do?” I ask him.

‟Well, for starts what did it look like when you saved it?” Josh says from the floor.

‟Well, it looked like a big dog. I don’t know what breed it looked like because truly I didn’t think anything of it.” I say.

‟You didn’t think anything of a dog with not roller skate but four that fit his paws?” Chris deadpans.

‟Well, at the time I didn’t.” I defend.