WEEK 72: I can’t survive this way

Prompted by: Tracey Rice

The crazy author says: OMG, it’s finally done…

WIRES & WOBBLES

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen

I can’t sleep.

I had gone straight 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.

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WEEK 71: If you could fly, would you?

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.

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WEEK 69: Because you need to wear pants

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.

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WEEK 68: The world will end in fire

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.

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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!

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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