WEEK 68: The world will end in fire

Prompted by: Jeri T. Ryan

The crazy author says: Burn, baby, burn!

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Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe it’s the result of too much stress and too little sleep. Maybe it makes me a psychopath, but I’m ready to douse the planet in gasoline. I’m itching to light a match and turn this ball of dirt into a pile of ashes.

The world will end in fire and he’ll be the first to burn.

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WEEK 67: He’s a dead man

Prompted by: Stacey

The crazy author says: These two were getting too cutesy for me haha!

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Trace calmly plucks it from my grasp and stands to his feet.

Blinking, I touch my cheek. It feels warm. I feel dizzy. My mouth goes dry. “Is that what I think it is?”

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WEEK 66: Back to school

Prompted by: Roxanne Victor

The crazy author says: I’m digging these creative prompts a lottle. That’s like a little but a lot, ya know?

“Aww, poor baby.”

He shoots me a glare with murderous intent.

I jump as his hand slams onto the artwork and crumples it into an angry little ball.

Which goes flying in the same direction as the pen.

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WEEK 65: Two coffees and a straw

Prompted by: Sam

The crazy author says: I crammed all 4 of Miss Sam’s suggestions into this bugger…

  1. Two coffees and a straw
  2. Fool me once
  3. Scared shitless
  4. We go way overboard

But he has nothing to worry about. Sunshine will be returned without a scratch on her. His motorized baby is in safe hands.

Besides the obvious offenses, Trace is a responsible, law-abiding citizen. Even though it’s the middle of the night and the streets are barren, he comes to a full stop at every red. I get nervous at the fourth intersection. Because when the light turns green…

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WEEK 63: The burn, it soothes me

Prompted by: AnRo

The crazy author says: Maybe we’ll switch the POV next week. Ehh, maybe not. Dunno yet…

Then he starts to purr and I melt into an instant puddle.

I swear to God, my colossus of a man sounds like a fluffy, newborn kitten. Yeah, we’ve been reduced to kittens and fucking puddles. It doesn’t even matter. I’m perfectly content.

Until he shifts to nuzzle closer and leaves a trail of fresh blood smeared across my chest.

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