Prompted by: Tracey Rice
The crazy author says: OMG, it’s finally done…
I can’t sleep.
I had gone directly to my hotel and taken a cold shower, followed by a hot shower, followed by two Advil. Then crawled into bed with my hair still damp and pulled the covers over my head.
Now I can’t sleep.
Part of me is worried he’ll come barrelling into the room. The other part is wishing he would.
You do the math.
Prompted by: Tiara “Kikyo” Giles
The crazy author says: So much for ending this storyline, eh? 😅
“Are you insane?” My question vibrates with rage. Every part of me is vibrating with rage. “I told you it’s over between us.”
“No,” he groans. “It’s not over.”
I sigh in exasperation, “Just get up, will you?”
He doesn’t. Planting his hands down on the sticky, disgusting floor, Trace bows at my feet. He fucking bows.
And damn it all, but I almost reach for him.
Prompted by: Amanda
The crazy author says: Uhh, I just realized we picked Miss Amanda’s prompts twice in a row haha!
Before I get a chance to reply, I’m knocked off-balance by the stampeding herd.
Seizing my arm, Trace yanks me into his chest and swings me to the side. His hand cushions the back of my head as he flattens me against the wall, safely out of harm’s way. His mouth is next to my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
We remain silent while the mob continues to funnel past.
It isn’t until the place has emptied that he finally murmurs, “We’re not done.”
Prompted by: Amanda
The crazy author says: Methinks this storyline is coming to an end soon. Maybe. Probably.
It’s Friday evening and I’m at the theatre.
Alone.
I almost didn’t go because you need to wear pants in public and I wasn’t in the mood for pants. I was in the mood for undies and bunny slippers. Or bare feet and a hot bath. Plus, the mini bar in my hotel room has a mutant slice of chocolate cake stashed at the very back corner. That would’ve been an added bonus to staying in.
Prompted by: Jeri T. Ryan
The crazy author says: Burn, baby, burn!
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.
Prompted by: Stacey
The crazy author says: These two were getting too cutesy for me haha!
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?”
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.
