I set a timer for this one but I keep getting interrupted, so it really took me three hours to writing a story for this writing prompt.

Writing Prompt #1,103

Your wife has recently taken up a job as a pharmacist in your small town. It’s a straightforward job, and she’s well beloved by the locals, but you sense that she is unhappy. A few months into the job, she starts staying later and later at work, sometimes coming home in the wee hours of the morning. You become suspicious, thinking the worst. One restless night, you decide to pay her a visit at work. You roll into the parking lot near midnight and see that the lights are on inside the pharmacy. You go through the back door and find your wife behind the counter mixing some sort of concoction in a huge cauldron while the other pharmacists stand around her. You have just discovered the local coven.

Jason, are you sure this is the best idea to do? I think to myself as I drive to Sophia’s job. She’s never given me any reason not to trust her, but why would she be staying at the pharmacy for hours after the place closed. I need to know what’s going on. She is doing something that she doesn’t want feel she can tell me about. I don’t like it. I want her to be able to talk to me about anything. Whither or not I will believe in what she is talking about doesn’t matter to me. I just want her to be able to tell me anything. As I pull up to the pharmacy, I notice that all the light are light on in the building. What the fuck is going on? I spark in the farthest parking spot away from the door. Dear god, please don’t let me find someone else pleasing my wife. I send up a pray to whatever god is up there watching over us. I slink around the side of the building. Fucking hell I feel like a damn creeper, right now. As that thought flows through my mind I feel a wave of calmness wash over me. As if whatever I’m about to see is going to be Okay. I put my ear to the back door and I don’t hear anything. Why the fuck would I hear anything through a steel door. Goddamn it, I’m a dumb ass at times. I slowly open the steel door and I have a line of sight to the front counter. Just off to the side of the counter I see red hair blowing around, like a fan is moving it. I step farther into the back of the pharmacy. I then see my wife standing over what looked like a cauldron. She is pouring something brown into it. I finally pull my eyes from my wife and I notice there is about 8 other female pharmacists standing around her. I gasp and that sound breaks whatever peace they have. They all turn towards me. Sophia’s eyes widen as they fall onto me. “Wh-What?” I stutter out.

“Jason.” Sophia whispers out. She starts looking around at the other females as if she is asking what she should do.

“What are you?” My brain is frozen not wanting to process what I am seeing in front of me. “Are you cheating?” My own question sounds hopeful to my ear. I wanted her to be cheating? The red head starts laughing.

“We, might have fried his brain, girls.” She says barely able to speak because she is laughing. “No, sir. Your beautiful wife, isn’t cheating on you.” She says once she gathers himself.

“High Jaden?” My wife asks.

“There’s no reason to hide it from him, now, is there?” The red head sweeps her hand towards me. “We can’t spell him to forget. Else he’ll forget you.” She says.

“Okay.” My wife softly says while nodding her head.

“So, your Jason.” Another woman says and I nod my head. “Well, then. Welcome to the hard ridge Coven.” She says bowing in front of me.

“He is the first man, to find out about us.” Another women snaps out. “You promised that no man would ever know about us!” She steps up to Jaden.

“Carly, this isn’t something that can be planned.” Another woman says placing one of her hands on the woman’s shoulder. “It’ll be Okay.”

“No.” She screams and everything goes back.

I don’t know why I feel the need to state that I’ve put myself on a timer of 30 minutes for each writing prompt. I don’t want to state it every-time but none the less I am going to keep stating that I’ve put myself on the timer. As for this writing prompt I’m excited to writing something for this one. 

Writing Prompt #1,143

Your grandmother’s dog has always bothered you. It’s small and white, rather prim, and always sits and stares at you with its unblinking eyes. It’s been around since you were a kid, and you feel as if it should have died years ago, but it keeps on living to your dismay. When your grandmother passes on, her dog becomes yours. You begrudgingly take it to your suburban home and, despite your displeasure, realize it really isn’t too bad of a house guest. Until the night of the full moon, that is. You wake up to a horrible growling noise and rush downstairs. In place of the dog sits an old man. He wears a nicely pressed white suit and has a thinning patch of curly hair on his head. He smiles at you and introduces himself as your grandfather, who was cursed years ago by your grandmother. She did it to keep the family safe, he tells you with a wicked grin. And with that, he vanishes.

             As I lay down in my nice comfy queen size bed, I feel the tears rolling down my face. My heart squeezes in grief. Grandma, I miss you. I send out that thought into the beyond. I am confident that She will hear me. The reason that I am so confident is because my family line are all descendants of witches. Knowing that I am able to talk to her helps some of the grief but most of it still held onto my heart. I hug one of my many pillows. It’s only been a week sense she was taken from my world into the beyond and it still feels like just yesterday that she was taken. My body gives out into the darkness, saving my body from the grief while I sleep.

             I was forced out of my sleep as my bed vibrates from a horrible growling sound. I throw my blankets over the edge of the bed. In my rush to make it downstairs, the now discarded blankets wrap around my feet causing me to fall face first onto the hard wooden floor. “Fuck!” flies out of my mouth before I even knew I said anything. I scramble back up to my feet as another horrible growl rips through the silent night. I make it downstairs at another growl comes from the cage that I put, Bruce, in before I went to bed. But Bruce wasn’t there. A old man was crouched in the cage. His eyes are glowing a bright yellow.

             “Family.” He growls and the next thing I know, the old man is standing in front of me. I look him over and see he is wearing a nicely pressed white suit. His golden blonde hair is a thinning patch of curls on his head. His eyes are still glowing but now he is smiling. “Hello, my dear. It’s so lovely to finally meet you. I’m your grandfather.” He growls the word grandfather. “You’re grandmother cursed me a year after your mother was born. She said it was to keep the family safe.” He says with a wicked grin. “See you around, lovely.” And with that he vanishes.

             What the fuck just happened? I think looking around my living room. I flop down on the stairs. Why would Grandma not tell me about this? I was set to take over everything. Wait did the coven know. I jump and rush upstairs, quickly grabbing my phone off the charger and before I knew who I was calling, my phone rang.

             Justice is the name that pops up on my phone. I answer it. “Sophia!” She sighs in relief. “Your safe?” She asks after taken a deep breath.

             “I guess? I don’t know why I wouldn’t be?” I ask in complete confusion. I hear her gasp.

             “Is Bruce, Okay?” She asks hesitantly. I gasp.

             “Why are you asking about the dog?” I snap. Does she know that Bruce isn’t a really a dog?

             “Well,” She hesitates again.

             “What are you keeping from me?” I ask plopping down onto my bed, making it squeak.

             “Why do you think that I’m hiding something?” She quickly asks, a little too quickly if you ask me. I don’t answer her. This is a tacit that my grandma would use when she wanted us to tell her the truth. She let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m not hiding anything from you.” She sounds like she was trying to convince herself more than me.

Let me start off before we get into this writing prompt. I have no idea what I am going to write for this one. You might or might not be thinking then why you picked this writing prompt if you don’t have anything to write for it. Well, the reason I picked it is because it’ll force me out of my comfort zone with writing. I’ve never really written a mystery type story. Though, this isn’t completely out of my comfort zone because there seems to be an underlying theme of romance. I am going to try and keep the focus on the mystery, but I Also know myself. I will most likely write some romance into the story.

Writing Prompt #941

Laid off from your job, you come home early to find your fiancé sleeping with your so-called best friend. To top it off, your great-aunt has passed away. You haven’t seen her since you were a child, but you receive a letter from a solicitor notifying you of her passing and that you are her sole beneficiary. To what, the letter doesn’t state, only that you have to appear for the reading of the will in person. You’ve never been to England, but now is as good a time as any. Your great-aunt lived a full life, if not a little bit eccentrically. She left you everything, including the estate, but with a catch: For the will to be permanent, you have to find the Trinity Stones within your great-aunt’s manor. The story is that the queen, jealous of her stepdaughters’ beauty, stole the stones and trapped the young princesses inside. Find the stones, and you free the sisters. The folklore is as old as the house. Nevertheless, you are determined to find them, and you have the help of the attractive young solicitor, who feels duty-bound to help you search for them.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment.” I scream as my now ex-fiancé and my ex-best friend, rush to get dressed. All I want to do is scream out in a pain and beg him to tell me why he would cheat on me, but I don’t want to give him any hope. He won’t be able to save our relationship. My ex-best friend, Carly, looks over at me.

“Please. I didn’t mean to fall for him. I’m so so sorry.” She sobs after she is fully dressed. “Please don’t do this. We’ve been friends for a long time. Our friendship means everything to me.” I look up at the ceiling and hold my breath. I then shake my head.

“Get out.” I grit out. “I want nothing to do with both of you.” I turn and walk into the on suite. Just before I enter the bathroom, I say to them over my shoulder. “When I come out of this bathroom, I don’t want to see either of you. If I do I will be calling the police.” I then walk into the bathroom slamming the door shut. I hear Jake sigh. I lean on the counter.

“You fucked everything up.” He hisses. My legs nearly collapse at the sound of his voice. I hear movement from the bedroom and then I hear the front door slam shut. “You got a letter from your grandmother estate. It’s on the kitchen counter. We need to talk soon to go over how to split everything.”

“The only thing we need to split is the bed, which you can take I don’t want that filthy thing. The DVD collection, Which you can have anything out of it and I’ll keep the rest. But for anything else, there isn’t anything to talk about. I own the house, it doesn’t have your name attached to it. The rest of the stuff in this house was bought by me using my hard earned money, except for the bed.” I growl through the door. I don’t think that I can look at him and still hold myself together. I hear him sigh.

“I’m sorry.” He says as I hear his head lightly hit the bathroom door. “Please come out here and let’s talk about everything.” He pleads. I shake my head but I don’t say anything. I realize that he can’t see me but I still don’t say anything. “Please.” He pleads again.

“No,” I whisper out.

“Okay,” He says sounding upset then I hear him walk away. “I’ll be back to get my stuff.” He says.

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As the 30 minutes have finished. I have a story started here. So, I plan on continuing this writing prompt after the 30 days are over. I like what I’ve started here so, I want to keep working on it.}

Just like the other posts. I only gave myself 30 minutes to writing this story. I had a lot fun writing this one, so I might keep writing it after the 30 days are up. Hopefully you guys like this story as much as I do. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Have a good day/night. 

Till next time, happy reading and happy writing.

Writing Prompt #1.038

You sip your coffee at your favorite hole-in-the-wall café across from a crumbling and congested elevated highway. It’s nearly midnight, but you don’t want to go home. Your heart is aching. Your grandmother has been taken by a man your kind knows by reputation but no one has seen up close — a fallen angel who will hunt down anyone or anything if the price is right. The owner of the café, an old woman with a weathered face, offers you another cup and a smile of sympathy. When a scruffy-jawed man with thick boots and violet eyes enters the café, the old woman nearly drops her coffee pot. The café owner calls him by name, the shock in her eyes palpable as she begins to tremble. The man nods a greeting to her. Then he notices you and, to your surprise, marches right over to your table with an aggressive, animalistic intent. You hop to your feet and quickly whisper an incantation. He stops in his tracks and smiles, as much as his gruff exterior will allow. “I haven’t picked a fight with a Benandanti in a hundred years. Why would I start now?” You slowly sit back down as the man makes himself comfortable in the opposite seat. “Word on the street is that you are looking for a man with broken wings. I have a lead or two, but first could you help me with a little something?” He takes off his fedora to reveal two horns sprouting from his head. You wave your hands, and in an instant the horns disappear. “Thanks, buddy. Now let’s get to work.”

    So, I had a story in my head for this writing prompt but as I sat down to writing it out. I realized that my main character wasn’t a male. So, I changed them to a male and then the whole thing didn’t make sense in my head anymore. So, we’re going to see how this pans out. Hopefully you guys will like this. Thank you again for taking the time to read my story from a writing prompt. Also just like the last I only have 30 minutes to write.

Writing Prompt #1,272

As the son of two well-known celebrities, your life has been constantly critiqued by the general public. As an actor since childhood yourself, you are feeling the strain of living in the public eye and are yearning for something much quieter. When a young woman at one of the parties your parents dragged you to approaches you offering just that, you are inclined to listen. She tells you that she can give you a break from the spotlight, requiring only an item that means something to you, and you jokingly decide to indulge her by giving her the necklace from your neck, which your father wore to his first audition. She smiles, slinking off into the crowd. Thinking you’ve just done something incredibly stupid, you return home for the night with your family. The next morning, you discover that no one recognizes you — not even your parents, who think you’re a stranger invading their house. You are shocked to find that the entire world has forgotten you. Not a single trace of your existence exists, and it is now up to you to find the woman who cursed you to this new life without the comfort of your friends and family.

    Being the oldest son of the Black family, hasn’t been the easiest to live up to. My name is Jayson Adam Black the Third. Being the 3rd Jayson makes it even harder to make my own way. Everyone keeps comparing me to my father and to my grandfather. Add in the public knowing of my family and knowing of my family from my grandfather’s started up. Black Tech Inc. So, almost all my life I’ve been in the public eye. It’s been good at times while it’s also made it extremely difficult. I wish that I wasn’t known as a celebrity within Desmoines area. I wish I could hide within plain sight.

    ‟Jay,” My little sister, Sophia, squeals as she runs over to me. I squat down just in time to catch her into my arms. I hug her tightly. She makes everything worth it.

    ‟Soph.” I say kissing the top of her head as I hold her on my hip.

    ‟Did you hear? Mommy and Daddy are coming home tomorrow.” She says with so much excitement as dread fills my heart. She is still too young to understand that when our parents come home it means they are mad at someone or something. About 90% of the time we are the ones that get the burnt of their anger. I smile at her. Julia, our head maid walks in.

    ‟Miss, Sophia” She says in French accent. ‟Time for your bath.” Sophia clings to me.

    ‟No.” She whines. I fight the urge to laugh.

    ‟Mr. Jayson.” She bows at me. I nod at her. She knows I don’t like her bowing for me but my mother told her she had to. 

    ‟Julia.” I say back. ‟Soph, it’s time for you to get ready for bed.” I say tickling her. She squeals and squirms trying to get away. I let her slide down from my hip and she shakes her head making her blonde curls bounce around her oval face.

    ‟No,” She says stomping her foot. ‟I don’t want to.” She crosses her arms. I hear Julia sigh. Sophia has been this way for the last two years. I don’t really know what changed but for a six year old, it seem normal. While that’s what the online videos I’ve seen suggest. I look over at Julia and see she is fighting to keep her voice even.

    ‟Sophia, I know you don’t want a bath. You need one tonight, because your mommy and daddy are coming home tomorrow. Don’t you want to be nice and clean for them?” She asks with more patience than I could ever maintain.

    ‟But.” Sophia sighs then looks down at the ground. ‟Fine.” She says defeated. She then runs away and her blonde curls flying behind her. I turn back towards Julia and see her shoulder fall.

    ‟You did better than I would’ve.” I say to her and she looks over at me.

    ‟Sir, you’re not giving yourself credit. She looks up to you and all it would’ve took for her to agree, was you saying you’ll tuck her in after her bath. She loves you, just like she loves your parents.” She points at me. ‟I’ve seen a lot of things in my 45 years of being a house maid. I know more than you are willing to say.” She turns and leave me wondering what she is talking about. ‟I hope you have a good time tomorrow night.” She calls over her shoulder as she closes the bathroom door. Tomorrow? What’s going on tomorrow? I turn to head back to my room. Once I get there I see a suit laid over my office chair with a note. I sigh knowing Julia is the one that put it in her. I pick up the note.

    Dear Jayson the third,

        You are to be wearing this tomorrow night. As we,

    I sigh knowing that they aren’t including Sophia in that we. They never do when it’s a black tie event. I keep reading.

    Have an engagement party. You are to attend with us and hopefully you find a nice sophisticated young lady there. We’ve took the liberty of picking out a suit for you to wear.

    Love,

    Mom and Dad.

    I crumble the note and let out another sigh. Fuck you, guys. I think as I throw the note at my wall. I don’t even bother picking up the suit. I storm back out of my room and down to the kitchen. I pour me two fingers of scotch. I sit at the table and slowly drink it.

    ‟Jay” I hear Sophia, holler from the top of the stairs. I chug the rest of it and head towards the stairs. As I get closer I hear Julia.

    ‟Sophia, what’s wrong?” Julia asks.

    ‟Does Mommy and Daddy love me like Jay does?” She asks sounding heart broken. ‟They never spend time with me.”

    ‟Oh, sweetheart. They do love you.” Julia says and my blood boils with anger. Those fuckers don’t understand that they’ve fucked up their only two kids!