Day 18 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You’re a spec of dust on a fan, observing the world from above.

Blurb: Round and round I go, watching the humans sleep is always interesting. They have been tossing and turning back and forth for a while now, I wonder what makes them so restless. Right before bed, the two humans had an argument, Jesse the male and Liz the female were going back and forth about some movie. It didn’t seem like they were really upset, but then again when they laid down they didn’t get all cuddled up like they usually do.

Humans are so strange, making such a fuss about such little things. I bet the can’t get peaceful rest because they both laid down mad, but who knows with these emotional creatures.

This one was a little more difficult to write, thinking of seeing things from a different perspective and looking at others from an above perspective was a little challenging, but very fun. Thanks for stopping by, see you next time be sure to Read THS!

Day 17 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: Your phone rings, your best friends name is on the screen. When you answer the call, an unrecognizable voice breaks the silence.



“Hello, Charlotte.”

“Who, who is this, and where is Adam?”

“I was told you were the person to speak with if Adam was in trouble, and I have stumbled upon Adams phone, and your number is the most recent dialed.”

“First, I need to know who I am talking to if Adam is in any trouble and you are behind it I will hunt you down, and then decide what to do with you.” I have no clue where that came from, but no one messes with my friends. I have known Adam ever since we were 3, he and my parents became good friends, and we grew up together, and if anyone harmed one hair on his head, there would be hell to pay.

“Mrs. Jones, I am detective Thomas, and I need information on the last known whereabouts of your dear friend.”

“It’s Miss. Jones, may I ask what field you are working in detective?” As you may know  from your line of work information is always needed to get a clear understanding of situations, may I have your badge number, and precinct or maybe your captain’s name, some sort of concrete evidence?”

When I first came up with this prompt, I automatically thoughts mystery/thriller. Though I have no experience in writing such a genre, the idea sprang to my mind, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from typing everything out. I hope you enjoyed today’s writing challenge, please fill free to leave your thoughts. Until next time be sure to Read THS!

Day 16 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: A story that would make me afraid of the dark.


Every time I close my eyes I see those creatures. Their slithering bodies quickly moving along the concrete can easily change direction and slither up a wall. There is almost no place to hide, but everything burns.

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Day 15 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You can predict when an earthquake will hit, but no one will listen to you.


March 23, 3019

Day 6652. It has been 19 years to the day that everything fell back into the dark ages. Many of us have struggled with this new normalcy of life now that almost all of the technology has failed. Luckily lights somewhat work, but all of the big warehoused energy companies are no longer able to thoroughly distribute power to everyone at the same time, so a schedule was set in place. When your time comes, you may use your lights for the specified time frame, but you should work quickly because it doesn’t last long. The little bit of sun we are able to get through the thick smog that hangs above our heads makes it challenging to use the sun for solar power, and we can only use so much fuel to produce the amount of energy we used to take advantage of before it was all stripped away. It seems to be about 7 am, before the earth is thrown back into darkness for the night an earthquake will hit Michigan, I know this because I’ve seen it, flashes, dreams (nightmares are more like it, but I’ve seen the impact it will make and it will be catastrophic.

Day 14 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You are viewing the world from your dogs perspective. 

Blurb: It’s precisely 4:00 pm and Mark should be home by now. I sit by the door waiting for Mark to come in because I know he has missed me just as much as I’ve missed him. When he comes in, I’m going to give him hugs and kisses, and then we’re going to play and eat and take a nap, my favorite things to do. Although I got a chance to take as many naps as I wanted to today, nothing compares to when Mark is home, and I get to lay on his lap while he rubs me behind my ears.

I hear the car door close and get excited as Mark makes his way to the door. As soon as the door opens, I jump up to say “Hi,” my body wagging back and forth from the excitement that my best friend is finally home.

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Day 13 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You are left with the decision to pull the plug on your dad.


Oh dad, why would you do this to me? I don’t want this responsibility, I feel as though I am playing God. To pull the plug or not to pull the plug, that’s the question.

The doctors have all said that your brain is damaged beyond repair due to your accident you would always be a vegetable and in need of 24hr care. How could he leave me with this kind of responsibility? He was there for mom in the end, I couldn’t bring myself to even see her in that hospital bed those last couple of days. Anytime I walked in my eyes filled with tears, knowing that my time with my mom was running out, years that I thought we still had were cut short by a drunk driver, and now my father is following her, truly love seems to be a real thing. My dad has been miserable ever since my moms passing, his moods have become so down, and he would sit around looking through their photo album. And now, I am held with the actions to take after my father had given up his fight.

Thanks for reading day 13 prompt, be sure to stop back by to Read THS, for tomorrows prompt.

Day 11 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: It’s your anniversary, and you have $20 to purchase your anniversary gift.

Blurb:  Remembering my account balance and knowing that I still have a couple of bills set up on auto draft, I try to think of what I can get my love for our one year anniversary. I know our first year has been a lot for the both of us, but with work, and paying for school out of pocket it started to get hard to take care of things and try not to put any more pressure on my husband. I can make his favorite dinner tonight, and maybe take him out this weekend. I can grab his favorite beer and set-up the house in a romantic ambiance, I just hate knowing I can’t gift him with something big, something to say, I love you, that I appreciate all that you do, and how thankful I am for you every day. Well with everything continually being posted and talked about online, I see many couples who take these extravagant trips, luxurious gifts, and five-star restaurants.

Taking a calming breath, I smile as a thought crosses my mind. I quick getaway is just what we need, it may not be us leaving the country, or staying at a resort, but I couple of hours on the road to the nearest lake could make this anniversary one of the best weekends. For now, dinner and cheesy gifts will have to do until I can surprise him this Friday with our semi-spontaneous trip.

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Day 10 of my Writing Challenge

Prompt:  You run a newspaper company, and have to decide which paper to run.


Two stories from two different viewpoints, one will be praised by those running all other media network outlets, and the other will be praised by the rebellion. The truth will set us free, right, but the fact will also hurt so many others.

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Day 9 of my Writing Challenge

Prompt: You’ve just been hired on at your dream job, but all isn’t what it seems.


“Sara, did you hear what I said?” That was my cubicle partner asking yet another question as if she wasn’t in the same meeting as I, she sat there scribbling every note down possible as our manager talked about our monthly quotas.

I first started a year ago, within that time the main glass doors had become a swinging door, one day a new employee would walk in and maybe a month later that employee would walk out. With the number of turnovers we have, I am surprised no one has come to investigate. The CEO couldn’t keep a secretary for nothing, even with an entire floor dedicated to lower leveled staff to do all of the back-breaking paperwork, the secretaries still seemed to be overrun with work. Either quitting or getting fired they all seemed to only last a month.

Snapping back to the present, I saw Sara staring at me while my phone rang. I quickly went to my phone not knowing how long my phone had been ringing while I was blocking out Sara’s questions.

“This is Liz, how may I help you?” I pause as the voice on the other end breaks through, a transfer, a transfer has come requesting that I be moved from the staffing floor to the executive floor as the secretary.

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Day 8 of my Writing Challenge

Prompt: You discover a person is living in your attack.



There goes that bump on the night. I swear every time I settle in for the night my house specifically my attic comes to life.

Every night without fail something is falling or tap dancing on my ceiling. And every morning when I go up to check there’s a box knocked over, nothing more, nothing less.

Tonight I refuse to be woken up repeatedly to find one single box turned over for no reason.

Jumping out of bed, I grab my metal bat that sits beside my bed, for security purposes, and walk into the bedroom near the front of the house. Max follows me into the bedroom tail wagging and mouth open, some guard dog he is.

I open the closet door that has yet another door leading to the attic. Slowly turning the knob, I usher max in first. Max being the friendly dog he is goes prancing into the attic as happy as ever and stops right in the middle of the room. Tail still wagging and his head angled up, Max appears to be excited by the empty space. I follow Max Into the room, “What are you doing max?” I believe I’ve raised a defective dog, happy about an empty space and doesn’t acknowledge his best friend.

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Day 7 of my Writing Challenge

Prompt:  You are a band teacher watching over your students at the quarterly fundraising car wash.


Glancing at my watch, I realize it has only been 3hrs since the car wash began. Luckily there are only 3 more hours to go. Sure this is for a good cause, we need the money to fund some of our band trips and the school district isn’t going to pay for us.

This Texas heat is going to kill someone. Walking back out of the shade of the pavilion I wave the next car forward.

“Hi, did you have a pre-purchased car was a ticket, or did you want to make a $5 donation?”

“I don’t have anything smaller than a $100, do you have change?”

“I have to catch myself from staring and the handsome man, surely he doesn’t believe a High School band car wash has hundreds of dollars in the till to make adequate change for customers with $100.

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Day 6 of Writing Challenge

Prompt:  You check your bank account and find $300,000 extra dollars has been deposited.


I roll over and hit my snooze button on my phone. Glancing at my phone, I see that it’s 7:00am, just enough time to pay my bills before work.

Opening my Bank of America mobile app, I pause when I see my balance, $300,873.23 sitting in my account. Shocked I log out and log back in once again the numbers are still there, $300,873.23 in bold black staring back at me.

Noting the time and knowing the branch doesn’t open for another hour and thirty minutes I close out the app and get ready for work. I know that amount isn’t right well the $873.23 is undoubtedly mine, but the remaining amount is impossible. Unless I somehow won a jackpot overnight and they got my banking account information and decided to go ahead and advance my winning without taxes than I’m all in.

Thanks for stopping by for the sixth day of my writing challenge, please comment your thoughts on the prompt see you all next time. Until then, Read THS!

Day 5 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: He found your journal on the train.

Blurb – 

Her – “Oh no, where is it?” I search through my bag looking for my pocket-sized royal blue journal. I can not afford to lose it, that journal has been my only form and function of relaxation.

Finally, becoming aggrivated I dumped the contents of my messenger bag out on my bed. Spreading everything out flat so that I can see every piece of lint, crumb, and pencil my bag contained. Maybe I just left it at work in my desk, no one will see it in my drawer but the thought of my favorite journal, as of now, being out of reach makes me want to flip through its pages even more.

Him – Caught in mid-thought the train pulls into the station, as I go to step onto the hovering object my phone buzzes in my pocket. Glancing down, I opened my office email reading through yet another revision of the Clarkson deal. I glanced up a second to pick out a seat in the nearly deserted car returning my gaze to my phone. I attempted to sit down in the seat closest to me. Before I am able to partially relax I notice the hard edge of something underneath me. Scooting over to the empty seat beside me I see a small royal blue hardcover journal laying there.

Glancing around and seeing no one looking for the book, I picked it up to take a peek inside. Opening to the first page, I found little drawings. Some covering the whole page, some thumb sized, and others partially sketched out. Beautiful, every last line seemed to have a purpose, a continuously elongated purpose.

What do you think, what would you do if your prized journal was one day missing? Make sure to stop and Read THS. 


Day 4 of Writing Challenge

Prompt:  Describe a wedding from three different points of view.

Blurb – 

Lily: Lily stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her curly hair was pulled up and out of her face in a cute updo. Today is the day, my big day the day that is supposed to be my happiest ever in the history of Lily Michales. But, I felt so dull, my dress was gorgeous, my make-up amazing, and my hair pulled in all the right ways, but I didn’t feel present.

Groom: Finishing up my last pool game, I take my stick and lean it against the bar. I need another shot before its time to go downstairs. I don’t know why but I am suddenly nervous, not nervous to get married, Lily is fantastic, but what if this whole marriage thing ruins our relationship? People are always claiming how marriage destroys relationships, somehow people change, but I want us to work, I know we can get through it all.

Stranger: Well, I have hit my all-time low, it’s just turned 5, and I’m already three drinks in at one of the bars downtown. Closing out my tab I walked out into the fresh air, the smell of autumn hitting my nostrils as I tried to clear my mind. Without realizing it, I began to walk across the street, where a large park stretched out with winding paths entwining within the trees. Taking one of the tracks, I let my mind wander back to that day 5 years ago. As I continued to replay days over and over again in my mind, I came across a bench being occupied by someone wearing a wedding dress, and in tears. “Hey, are you okay?”

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Day 3 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: Write a paragraph where a character apologizes without using the words ‘apologize,’ ‘regret,’ or ‘sorry.’

Blurb –

I would like to say that I’m typing this to ask for your forgiveness, but I know that I do not deserve such a thing. I must confess that I will still do everything needed to keep you safe, with or without your consent. I do not wish to retract my actions, your life is the most important thing to me, and I would do everything again the exact same. You may think me a monster, and that I am when it comes to you. Ha. It seems as though I have compounded this message to purge myself of my sins and offer you the glimpse into my mind you have wished to see.

Goodbye, my Sweet.

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