Prompt Challenge: 050416 Origin

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends. Here is this months last short story. This has been a fun prompt to do and even more exciting that it was a prompt created by me. With that being said, I am ready to get to the next prompt challenge!

Let’s get into the story!



Mira had been living in the forest for only a few years. It was necessary if she was to find her brother, Kai. She felt like she had been tracking her brother far longer than a few years, but living in the woods had been hard on her. She had never been the nature kind, but it wasn’t her brother’s fault that he was out there. He had only stolen the food from the witches garden to feed them after their father had died and their mother had hauled them off. Their mother had said she just couldn’t take care of two kids alone and they reminded her too much of their father.

Kai was older than Mira, by only a few minutes. If you asked him, he was years older than her, though, mentally, she was years wiser. They each had their strength. Mira was smart, while Kai was strong and quick. Mira had planned the whole thing. She had watched as the witch went about her day, timed how long she was gone once a week. They had gotten away with the stolen food for several weeks, only taking enough to feed themselves. Never more, but sometimes less. They had no way to pay the witch, but they would watch over her home when she was gone and had run a few wild animals out of her garden. They tried to make it right.

One day the witch had come home early, just as Kai was in her garden pulling a few carrots and he already had a hand full of potatoes. The witch wasted no time grabbing Kai by the nape of the neck and dragging him into her hut. Mira had run to the window, watching and trying to plan her next move. Her only thought was to free her brother. They would run far away and never bother the witch again. Her brother had been pushed into a chair and was unable to move. Mira could hear the witch grumbling. She pulled bottles of liquids out of her cabinets, mixing liquids from different bottles into a bigger bottle.

It only took a few moments, there wasn’t enough time for Mira to stop it. She could only watch in horror as the witch forced Kai to drink the mixed liquids. He screamed and hunched over, falling out of his chair. He tried to stand but was forced to his hands and knees by the pain. Mira continued to watch as her brother grew fur, his legs shortening and thinning. His face started to grow a snout and pointed ears grew from the top of his head. Mira held in her cries as she watched her brother turn into a wolf. The witch opened the door and Kai raced out and into the woods. Mira went to chase after him but was grabbed by the witch.

“What did you do to him?” Mira cried out. “Let me go.” She pulled at the hand that held her firmly.

“Sit.” The witch said as she pulled Mira into the hut and threw her into the chair that Kai had sat in. Mira found herself unable to move. She was sure the witch would do the same to her that she had done to Kai. “This is the cure.” The witch said as she started mixing the liquids again. Different liquids from different bottles than before. “This ought to keep you out of my garden, you little thieves.”

“I’m sorry.” Mira said through her tears. “We were hungry. We didn’t take much.”

“That’s why I am giving you the cure.” The witch stated. She turned to face Mira. “I know that you and your brother have no family and no money. It gives you no right to steal from me. You should have asked. I would have provided for you. Found you work to pay for your food. This is why you still live, why I do not hunt your brother down and kill him for his meat.” Mira gasped. “A punishment is all I give. You have to track your brother down and give him this, but it will not be easy.” The witch handed Mira the new potion and Mira was able to move again. She stood and took the potion from the witch. “Once you find him and give him the potion, come back and see me. I could use a strong hand and an apprentice.”

Mira nodded, realized that this was not a request, but a demand. She left the hut and started searching for her brother.

She could feel it in her bones, today was the day that she would find her brother. Finally, she would return him to his human form and then they could deal with the witch.

Mira heard the howl from the distance and she ran, following the sound. She wasn’t sure if it was her brother, she never was. The fur coat, shoes, and blankets were proof that she had been forced to kill many a wolf. All the wrong ones.

She came face to face with the wolf who had howled. She moved closer to him, as quiet as possible. She moved closer until she was face to face with him and she gasped. His blue eyes stared at her, sad blue eyes. Those were the eyes of her brother. The eyes she had so very much missed.

“I missed you brother.” She said, stepping closer and putting a hand on his head. He whined a dog like whine and bowed his head. “I have the cure.” She whispered. Kai tilted back his wolf head and opened his snout. Mira quickly poured the liquid down his throat and stepped back. Kai howled again, but this time in agony. Soon his howls turned into screams of a human and in the place where a wolf once stood, was a man. Her brother in the flesh. She quickly draped a blanket over his shoulders, covering his naked body and hugged him.

It was over. He was returned. They made their way back to the witches hut, which was no small feat. They had traveled long and far, Kai running from his sister, Mira chasing her brother. Once they had made it back, a month had gone by and the moon was full. The witch frowned as they stumbled into her hut and rushed Kai back out. “A lingering effect of the curse I gave you.” She stated simply. Kai screamed and soon his screams turned into howls. He was once again a wolf. “You will return to your human form at dawn.” She said. “A werewolf. Do not bite or scratch a human for you will spread the curse to them.” The witch bowed her head. “I am sorry. I was angry when I found you in my garden and I was too quick to punish. I should have thought on it longer. I have given you a life long curse that I have no cure for.”


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Prompt Challenge: 050316 Witches Cure

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends! I hope this day finds you well. If not, just read a short story and escape the world for a moment. 


BorderWitches Cure

The world has changed over the years. Kira has benefited from this new world. It is a world out in the open. No one hides anymore. Vampires are out, werewolves, fairies, and all the mythical sea creatures. They are all out. The world has become a dangerous place for anyone not a little magical. The poor humans huddle in dark corners, hoping that isn’t one of the dark corners that the boogeyman resides in. Not even the light is safe for the humans, because there are monsters that live there too. Some of the monsters have taken steps to protect a few humans, the human sympathizers.

Kira is a witch. She is a well respected and pleasantly aged witch. Like a lot of the monsters around, she remembers a time when she was forced to hide who and what she was. She was grateful for the day when she could be out in the open about what she did. She wasn’t just respected by the monsters of the world; she was respected by the humans as well. She had developed potions and spells to help the humans hide. For the monsters she gives them the same services she did before. She tracks their enemies, hides their wrong doings, and helps them find love.

Her latest creation is the one thing that has gained her the most business. For several monsters, they have a missing part. It’s most common in vampires, but werewolves can suffer from it as well as demons. They lack a soul.

Kira has found a way to find that soul and return it to the body it once lived. Of course, for the demons that never had a soul to begin with, things are a little tricky. Some humans are so desperate to keep their family safe; they will forfeit their soul, which Kira uses to appease the demons after a little tweaking.

Or at least that is her plan. The word got out about her possible success when she tracked down Brandon, the vampire who offered a fortune for the first witch who could give him his soul back. Kira knew that she was the only one old enough or experienced enough to complete the task. She wasn’t arrogant, just honest.

Brandon was sitting at her table, waiting for her to bring him, what he deemed as, the cure. It looked like a simple liquid, but Kira assured him there was nothing simple about it. It had taken her the past 100 years to get it to the point it was at. She wasn’t doing it for the fortune that Brandon offered for it, but for the simple fact of saying she was the one who did it.

She watched as Brandon drink the potion and they waited, staring at one another. She watched him closely, looking away when a knock came at her door. She went to the door and rushed off the demon child who bothered her every night. She returned to Brandon and looked into his eyes.

When she looked into his eyes, she could see his soul.

Kira smiled and clapped her hands and danced around her kitchen. She had done the impossible. She had found a way to return a soul to its body. What Brandon didn’t know is that this would change him in ways he had not imagined. Tears streamed down his face and he crumpled to the floor. Kira watched in delight.

“What is happening to me?” Brandon asked. He cried out in pain, unable to uncurl from the fetal position. Kira laughed louder.

“You have been a soulless monster for some time now. All those people you have harmed, maimed, killed. It’s all rushing back to you. Not to mention that your soul has been in hell all these years. It has suffered for every act. You are feeling it all now.” She laughed and sat at the table, sipping from a cup of hot tea.

“Make it stop.” He gasped, reaching for the witch.

“No. I can’t do that.” She said, looking down on him. “This is pay back for what you did to my family.” She snarled. She slammed her cup down and pulled a carpet back from the floor. A trap door hid under the carpet. Kira quickly opened it and pushed Brandon into the hole, hearing his body thump as he impacted with the dirt floor. More moans rose from the dark hole. Brandon wasn’t the first monster to get his soul back. He was the first to offer a reward for it, the first to give Kira the idea to make it happen. He wasn’t the first experiment and he wouldn’t be the last.

Kira had lived a long time. In that time she has watched the monsters hide in the dark and take the lives of those who were trying to live an honest life. She wanted to make them pay. She would let the rumor mill bring in more customers.

She sat at her kitchen table, sipping from her cup of hot tea, and waited for the next monster to walk through her door. One by one she would get revenge for her family and all the families who had lost innocents by the hands of monsters.


I hope that you enjoyed this story. Feel free to leave any comments about what you liked or didn’t like. And if you see any errors let me know. 

Also, feel free to write your own short story for this prompt. I’m considering starting a monthly thing where I will feature a short story on my blog that you have written that goes along with the prompt. Let me know if you may be interested.

Prompt Challenge: 010516 Kidnapped

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends! It’s that time again. I don’t have much to say other than I really hope that you like this story. It was another one to write and I am loving this prompt this month. I didn’t think I would like it, but the more I think about it the more stories come to mind. This one was fun to write. Enjoy!




The room was dark and damp, my hands were tied behind my back. I pulled at the restraints, feeling the blood from my wrist drip down my hands. I couldn’t cry, I had already cried. My throat was dry and raw from screaming. I could feel that my eyes were puffy and my head throbbed from crying and screaming. My feet were free, but I had twisted my ankle when I ran the first time. It might even be broken.

I could feel the anger rising in my chest. I couldn’t believe I had found myself in this situation. I should have never trusted him. The bastard had played a beautiful game, making me believe he loved me and wanted to be with me. I should have listened to the warnings about online dating sites. I was just so lonely and was so determined to make a connection that I turned to the internet. I had met so many wonderful friends through the internet; I thought maybe I could find love too.

But meeting friends was different from finding love. I fell hard and fast for the guy with the pretty words. He also had a pretty face that seemed almost too true to be real. I couldn’t understand why a guy as kind and handsome as him could have any interest in her. I should have listened to my instincts, but as soon as I met him in person I melted into the palm of his hand.

There were a few dates, a cute little romance that led me to my current position. Except, it wasn’t the guy I met online that captured me. He had run at the first sign of danger. He had run…I still couldn’t wrap her mind around it. He had been so muscular and tall. I had felt so comfortable in his arms, so safe. And when trouble walked around the corner, he ran. He left me to whatever fate had found me.

I thumped hmy head against the wall behind me and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath to calm my rage and tears. Surely the boy who ran had at least called the cops. Someone had to know that I had been kidnapped by now. It had been at least a day.

My eyes snapped open when the door creaked. I squinted my eyes at the light that seeped in. The door clicked shut behind the person that had walked in and I could hear the man clear his throat. “I’m sorry, Natalie.” He said, shocking me. He knew my name.

“Who are you?” I asked him.

“My name is Nick.” He said, sitting in front of me on the floor, curling his legs up in front of him. “We were not after you.” He scratched his head. “In fact, we were going to let you go once we had your boyfriend, but he ran. You didn’t even try to run.” He tilted his head to the side and stared at her. “Why didn’t you run?”

“Slow reflexes?” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“You didn’t even show signs of fear.” He tilted his head to the other side. I almost laughed because the man reminded me of my childhood pet. “You cried and screamed, but it wasn’t from fear. You were just angry.”

“That punk  ran when there was trouble.” I said “He didn’t even look to see if I was behind him. Didn’t grab my hand. Nothing. He just ran.” I shook my head and sighed. “Dating is hard.”

Nick laughed and shook his head. “I am still sorry, I didn’t want this for such a pretty woman. There is so little beauty left in the world, the last thing I want to do is damage that beauty.”

“What do you plan to do with me?” I ask. I was going to kill the boy who had run. The longer I sat in the dirty floor, the angrier I got. “I’m hungry.” I said. Nick stared at me, like he was trying to figure me out. His gaze lingered too long and my hunger was too strong. I could see his soul and it was calling my name. I licked my lips and smiled.

“What are you?” He asked, trying to back away, but it was too late. He fought the invisible restraints keeping him where he was. I had planned on feeding on the boy I met on the internet, but these people had interrupted. I was hungry and angry and those two did not work well with a soul sucker like me.

“I am a child of Ammit.” I said, watching Nick’s reaction. He didn’t react, just stared at me confused. “The Egyptian soul-eater.” I said with a huff. “You humans really should believe in some myths.” The man was too afraid to move now, not that he could. I twisted my wrist and released myself. “My mother was a succubus.” I smiled as Nick’s eyes widened. At least he knew something. I showed him my free hands and he watched as the cuts on my wrist healed.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“What do you think?” I asked him. I held up a finger and shook it, tisking at him. “I like my father’s side of the family more than my mothers. I would rather eat a soul than seduce scum like you.” I bruId his cheek. “But I will be nice and let you feel the calming effects of a succubus, while I suck out your soul.” Nick’s eyes watered. He hadn’t been able to close his eyes while I held his gaze. His soul danced around behind his eyes, trying to escape any way other than into my grasp. I smiled as my own soul reached in and grabbed Nick’s soul. I could already feel it, filling me with everything he had done, good or bad. Nick was actually a good guy who had been following the wrong crowd. Given time he would have changed his ways. Too bad he wouldn’t get that chance.

I pulled his soul into me, feeling it cover my body with its warmth. I took a deep breath as the last of his soul became mine. I dropped him to the floor, nothing left of him but a sack of meat. I heard his heart stop and I patted his head. “Thanks for the soul.” I opened the door to the room they had thrown me in. I could hear the other men talking and the clinking clicking sounds of guns. Nick was fun, but my game had only just begun. After I was done with these fools, I would make my way back to internet boy and keep him around for dinner.


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Prompt Challenge: 050116 The Hall of the Lost

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends.

Happy Mothers day to all the mothers out there. A bigger happy Mothers day to my mom for being the best mom a weird girl like me could have. And since it’s mother’s day I am going to dedicate this story to my mom. She may have already read the story, but I know she will look at my post too. ❤

This short story is about 4 days late, but it happens. With work as crazy as it was last week, I knew it was going to be hard to get the story up soon. Also, I had no idea what I was going to write. Funny enough, the idea for this short story came to be while I was out with my dog first thing this morning. It didn’t even start as a short story for the prompt, but about half way through I realized it was perfect for the prompt challenge.

A little warning, it’s a little longer than my usual prompt challenge stories, so I hope you still want to read it. I enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.


BorderThe Hall of the LostBorder

Welcome to the hall of the lost. A never ending hall with doors on each side. All doors are unique to what lay behind them. There are silly rooms, like the room of lost socks, a room of lost earrings, a room of lost screws. There are also important rooms, like the room of lost love, the room of lost laughs, and the room of lost joy. Some people who fight to get those things back will find themselves here. They will find the right door and they will find what they have lost.

I am the keeper. I keep everything organized. Things come through the portal and I put them in the correct place. My favorite room is the room of lost books. Some days I spend too much time in there and get behind on my work. Some days I stay in there just to avoid sorting more lost things. Especially, when there is an abundance of lost souls.

I don’t like the room of lost souls. It’s so dreary and sad. The souls know that they are lost, but they have no idea how to get back. They are not trapped in there, they are free to go whenever they like, whenever they decide to find themselves. Not many of them want to find themselves. A few have left to find themselves only to come back here. Some souls are better off lost, while some are just hiding from something they didn’t think they could handle. Most lost souls have had their hearts shattered over and over again. It becomes too much for some people and they let go. I try my best to help them. I play happy music for them and keep the room bright and vibrant. I even bring in fresh flowers every day, which is why you will not find a room of lost flowers. The souls need it more than those careless enough to lose them.

As I was taking a doll to the lost dolls room, I ran into a man, a soul. He had just walked out of the lost souls room. “Hello.” I said to him, smiling my bright smile. I was happy to see a soul leave that room. It had been months since the last soul left. More come in than go out.

“Where am I?” He asks, his face was scrunched in confusion.

“The hall of the lost.” I answer simply. “I am Amara.” I bowed to him.

“How do I get out?” He asked, looking around.

“Do you remember your name?” He shook his head. “Okay, follow me.” I stopped at the room of lost dolls and carefully sat the doll on the shelf, making sure she wasn’t going to fall over. Some child would come for her. A lot of the dolls were eventually found. I left the room, closed the door, and continued down the hall. The man, the soul, behind me read the labels over the doors, stopping once to peak into the room of lost dreams. “Don’t open the door to the lost nightmares. It’s terrifying and always hard to close. Those nightmares hate being locked up.” He laughed, thinking I was joking, but let out a little shout when we passed the door of nightmares and something banged on the door. I only laughed. “Here.” I said, pointing to a white door with black words decorating it.

“The room of lost names.” The soul read off the label. “You think I will find my name in there?” He asked.

“If your name is lost, which it is since you can’t remember it, it will find you as soon as you walk through the door.” He opened the door and peeked inside. I knew what he would see. Names of all origins floating around, little iridescent wings carrying them around the room. Some of the names you could tell the personality they belonged to. I only come to this room when a soul has come to me for help. Some souls leave the room of lost souls and I only pass them on their way to find themselves. The ones standing in the hall way like this man was, are the ones who will need my help.

The man gasp and jumps back as a name tackles him and smacks him in the forehead. “Axel.” The soul read.

“Nice to meet you Axel.” I said, bowing again.

“Why do you bow to me?” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders. “You shouldn’t bow to me.” He said and his mouth drooped in sadness. “I do not deserve such honor.”

“But you do.” I told him, smiling. “All lost souls who walk out of that room deserve the honor. It means you are strong again and you can find yourself.” I touch his shoulder and he flinches, but I do not remove my hand. “You deserve everything the world has to offer you. Do you know how long you have been lost?” I ask him.

“It has been too long to find myself.” He shook his head.

“The thing about the hall of the lost is that time does not exist. Your body is still out there in some time. You will have lost some time in your life, but it will be like a moment in time, a lapse of judgment. For some people it is just a split second. It all depends…on what I don’t know. But because you are out, you can find your life and continue on, knowing you are strong for what you have gone through.”

“I’m ready.” Axel says. He straightens his back and squares his shoulders, lifting his chin. “I am ready to find me.”

“Why are you here?” I ask, starting the process of helping the lost souls who ask for help.

“The love of my life left me. She left me for my best friend.”

“Then she was not the love of your life and he was not your best friend.” I said. At this point, most of my words were scripted. I had said them so many times. But they worked because these lost souls never came back. “You have to free your heart to love again. Maybe you need to move away and start a new life somewhere. Or maybe, be the bigger person and tell them to have a happy life and move on. The anger is only going to hinder your healing.”

“She wasn’t the love of my life.” He shook his head. “I was losing interest in her and wanted out. It just hurt that my best friend took her from me.”

“Do you think that maybe they are soul mates?” I asked.

“Yes.” He nodded. “I saw it when they first met. I should have let her go then.” He hung his head. “I was selfish.”

“No, you were hopeful.” I patted his shoulder and grabbed his hand. “You deserve to have love, we all do.”

“What do I do now?” He asked.

“Are you ready to face the world again?” He nodded and he began to fade away. “Then you have done all you need to do.”

“Thank you.” He said, as he bent to kiss me on the forehead. And he was gone. I touched my forehead, shocked and suddenly sad. No soul had ever thanked me or kissed me. They all left without saying much. It reminded me how lonely it was here in the hall of the lost. It was my punishment. I was the first lost soul, the first to be broken and refuse to return. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. Axel was the first lost soul, first lost anything, to make me cry.

I leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. My knees were in my chest and I couldn’t see through the tears. It was too late for me. Time doesn’t exist in the hall of the lost, but it was too late for me. I was stuck here forever. I was the keeper of the lost and nothing would save me. I would spend all of eternity, caring for things people have been careless about and lost. I would wander the hall of the lost until everything had been found. Would it all ever be found?

A ding rang through the hall, letting me know another soul had just entered the receiving room. I wiped my tears and pulled myself off the floor. I had a job to do and I wasn’t going to slack.

Before I could get to the door of the receiving room, it burst open and a soul rushed out. “Amara.” The soul shouted. “It’s you.” He said.

“Axel?” I gaped at the soul standing before me. The one who had just left, he had just accepted his pain, he had escaped. What was he doing back here?

“It’s you.” He whispered when he was standing in front of me. “I felt it as soon as my soul returned to my life. It’s you.”

“What’s me?” I asked, not understanding his urgency.

“You are my soul mate.” He said, a smile spread across his face, stretching his lips and showing his teeth.

“That’s impossible.” I said. “I have been here too long. Far too long. My life is over. I have no soul mate. I am here to care for all the lost things.”

“What if I am the prince that comes to save you?”

“This is not a fairy tale.” I said, shaking my head. Axel took my head between his hands and forced me to look at him. His hands were warm. Not like that of a soul. It was then that I realized he was not a soul, he was alive, human, and this was his body. When I looked into his eyes I could see his soul. It had been safely returned to his body, to his life. “How did you get here?” I asked, trying to back away. He wouldn’t let me go.

“It doesn’t matter. I have come to take you from this place.”

“Impossible. I have to stay and care for the lost things.” I said, looking down the hall at all the doors.

“No you don’t” He said. He laughed, but there was a hint of sadness there. “This place takes care of itself. It created this room for you. The only soul so broken it didn’t even realize it was a lost soul.” He shut the door to the receiving room and pulled me back a step. He pointed to the label above the door. I had never looked at the label, knowing this room was the receiving room.

“Amara.” I said, reading the label. I shook my head. “This is all wrong.”

“It’s not.” Axel said. His hand was laced through mine and gripping hard. “I have read all about you. You were so broken, Amara. You lost the love of your life, your parents, and three children all in one day. Your kingdom and a beloved pet wolf all died in one day. You were the only survivor. You couldn’t handle it, your soul fled and your life ended before it returned. The pain was too much for even the world to continue.” My vision became blurry, but I could see the tears in Axel’s eyes too.

“How can I return if my life is over? Why would I want to return to that pain?”

“That’s the thing.” He said, smiling through his own tears. “You don’t have to return to that life. You can come with me, I have a new life for you. It will be me and you, and you don’t even have to remember that pain. It has been washed away. It would be too much for you to remember.”

“I would be happy?” I asked.

“Yes. You and me were meant to exist together. I just had to become lost to find you, to find us.” He stepped away from me. “Please, Amara, come with me.”


I woke from my dream, sitting straight up in my bed. I wiped away the tears and the dream faded. I couldn’t remember what had happened in the dream, and the heart ache was melting away and I took a deep breath. I looked beside me, meeting the eyes of Axel, he stared at me and within his eyes I could see his soul shinning bright. “It’s still early.” He told me, pulling me back down. I rested my head on his chest, just below his chin and listened to his breathing and the light beating of his heart. “Go back to sleep.” And I did. Only happy dreams came to me this time.Border

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Prompt Challenge: 040416 The Breakers

Prompt Challenge

Hello friends! Happy Wednesday/hump day. Hopefully you are all getting along well. If not…take a second and read a short story. You know, the one that I am about to share with you. 🙂

I hope you enjoy! It’s the last one of this month for this prompt. I’m not going to lie, I am ready to move on to the next one!

April Prompt

The Breakers

I work for the government. I used to sit at a desk and watch the norms. The norms are the people we only occasionally monitor. They are the low risk families. Up until a month ago, I didn’t even know what they were low risk for. I had no clue what the government even watched for.

Last month, one of the families I watched, the Peterson family, threw up a flag. One of the children was late getting home. All kids have a curfew, and no one is allowed to stay at another person’s home. It was only one of the many laws of our world.

It was little Suzy Peterson that was late and only by a few minutes. But my job is to report any broken laws. Little did I know that reporting this one tiny mishap would bring me where I am today.

I was suddenly put in charge of watching the Peterson family at all hours of the day. I had suddenly become one of the higher-ups in the government. I was one of the people that watches the Breakers. It came with a pay raise, longer hours, and maybe a day off every month or so. It didn’t bother me, I had no family of my own. I would sometimes pretend that I was part of the family, sitting on the couch with them watching their favorite TV shows.

Little Suzy is 13 and she has an older brother, Gregory, who is 17. They also have a baby brother, Jace, who is 5. The mother and father love their children and they were a beautiful family to watch. No more laws were broken for a month. The Peterson family was the model family.

Last night I saw it, I saw what I was looking for, what the government wanted. It started as a little glow on the screen. I didn’t think nothing of it, just thought it was a night light in Gregory’s room. But the light grew brighter and I realized that the light was coming from Gregory.

Only a few minutes later, Suzy lit up her room. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Suddenly, Jace lit up as well. I watched as the parents ran out of their beds to the children’s rooms, trying to dim the lights, trying to put out whatever had happened. It was then that I saw the wings jetting out of the mothers back. Her own skin started to show a faint glow, but she was nervous. Something had activated the family.

Before I could process what was happening, men in black permeated the rooms. They took the whole family hostage, tying down their hands and covering them in black sheets to cover the glowing skin. The only one not tied up and covered was the father. There was nothing special about him. He had no wings, no glow.

It took me longer than it should have to realize what had just happened. What I had just witnessed was the government weeding out the Breakers. They were destroying anything that could possibly be stronger or smarter than the government, or make people question what was actually real. The Breakers were not people, they were creatures of all sorts. I finally left my own terminal to look around. I watched from behind the other employees. There were so many different things. Creatures with big wings, like birds. Creatures with sharp fangs. Creatures like the Peterson family, glowing and batting their dragonfly like wings. Creatures with claws. Creatures with horns. Creatures with scales.

All creatures that were not human and the government was taking them away. I knew I had to find out where these creatures were being taken. I had to find out if the Peterson’s were safe. I had grown to know them, to love them. I wanted to free them.

The rest of the employees began to move from their own screens, looking around at one another. I thought I was slow at figuring things out, but these people were just starting to understand. Some were crying out for the families they had been watching. We all demanded to know what was happening, what would happen to these families. I left the room in a hurry. I needed fresh air. I heard the doors lock behind me and the sound of gas filling the room I had left behind.

It wasn’t until later that the gas they had released into the control room was a gas engineered to make us forget everything about the control room.

“It happens every time.” Someone said from behind me. I jumped and scrambled, trying to find a way out. “Don’t worry. I’m just like you. I was one of the lucky ones, I got out before the gas. They will send us back down, to the low risk watches. Until we spot another one. Then they will send us back here and start the whole cycle over.” The woman stood in front of me, her eyes were bright with anger. “I intend to stop them.”

“How?” I asked her.

“We wake everyone else up.”

4 Nerd Girl Rating

I hope you enjoyed this story and all the stories this month. If you wrote any short stories using this prompt, I would love to see them. So link them in the comments.

Also, any comments about the story are welcome. I would love to know what you think!

Prompt Challenge: 040316 The Unlucky Ones

Prompt Challenge

Hello friends! This one…I like this weeks short story. Really, I do. I am putting it in my file of stories that could be more. Woot! But let’s get on with this. It’s also not very long. So, yay for quick read!

April Prompt

The Unlucky Ones

The lucky ones are the ones that the government only checks in on about once a month. We don’t talk about the unlucky ones, but not for reasons you may think. The unlucky ones are not the ones that are under constant surveillance from the government, they are the ones that have crept under the government’s watch. No one knows their names, where they are, who they are, or what they plan to do next.

The unlucky ones are the ones that slip through the shadows and if they are ever spotted, they are shot on sight. The government does not have time for these people and the ideas they may get. There is a whole community of the unlucky ones, and I am one of them.

My name is Hera. But don’t let the name fool you. There is nothing special about me. I was born into a world where I am forced to hide. It started with my parents and their need to get out from under the government. After both of my parents died I found out that it was my fault that they had to go into the underground, to live among the unlucky ones. The year I was born, the government was killing every fourth girl that was born. It was something about population control and balancing out the ratio of boys and girls. The government is all about controlling the population and making sure there is an even ratio of boys and girls. The better to pair you with someone when you are old enough to marry.

My parents were in an arranged marriage and that didn’t bother them. They didn’t even blink an eye about the babies that were being put to rest because they were the wrong gender. Until it came to being their child that would be laid to rest, their child that would be killed just because I was a girl. It was then that their eyes were opened, and they ran.

The government tracked them down one day and killed them. I was 16 at the time and hid in the rafters of the warehouse we had been living in. We had been there too long and I told them so. They also killed my boyfriend and his family that same night. I have been on the run since. I have become the governments most wanted unlucky one. I have exceeded their expectations. I think now they want to recruit me, but I will never join the monsters that have killed my parents and friends. I will never stand behind the monsters that take children from their homes to control the population.

I have learned their secrets. It has taken me five years to get to where I am today, standing right outside the governments headquarters. They are a stupid bunch. It was only last year that I found out they had one home base. One government headquarters where all their information and important people have been kept. How dumb can you be? They think they are safer in numbers, but they have only given the unlucky ones an advantage. I only have one place to take down to start a new world where we are all free. The unlucky ones will bring light to those that are still lost in the darkness of the governments lies.

I have not come to plea with the government. I have come to destroy them. And behind me are all the unlucky ones, ready to fight, ready to die to free the ones who think they are the lucky ones. In this world the only lucky ones are those who sit in these buildings that tower over the chaos and decay of a sad world. I didn’t become the unlucky one’s savior, I became their wake up call. I became the voice they needed to push them to stop hiding in the shadows and finally take back what is ours. For my parents, my friends, and those yet to come, I am the harbinger of change, of death, of freedom.

4 Nerd Girl Rating

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Prompt Challenge: 040216 Bird Faces

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends! Welcome to the second prompt challenge for this prompt. I wish it was better, but I didn’t have a lot of time to work on it. I know, I should take this a little more serious and set aside time to write like I need to. I am working on it, I promise. I found something that worked for me and I let myself slack.

So, while I am not completely happy with this short story, I am pleased with the general concept. I may revisit it one day and make it better. But today, you get the raw version. I hope you like it!

Warning, this one is a little longer than what I usually write. Please still read it?

April Prompt

Bird Faces

There are three types of people in this world.

The first are the ones that the government only looked into maybe a few times a year. They get a knock at their door, someone takes a walk through their home, and they are done.

The second are the ones that get monthly visits from the government. They get a knock at their door, the government walks through their home, looking under beds and through files. Usually these are the ones that had a questionable family member somewhere down the line.

The third group are the unlucky ones. You know you are the unlucky, but no one else knows. Usually you disappear from the family and cause the rest of the family to become part of the second group. Your family stops talking about you, they forget about you. Not because they hate you, but because it is safer to forget about you. Eventually, the family will work their way back into the first group and can breathe a sigh of relief.

I am one of the ones from the third group. Though, at this point I don’t know why anymore. Am I filled with rage because they constantly watch me or am I constantly watched because I am filled with rage? They keep me tied to a bed, strapped down like a science project, while they draw blood from me. They also pump medicines into my system and note how each drug changes my temper and blood. Sometimes those drugs can make me lose hours or even days.

I try to escape into my mind. I try to remember things about my life before this one. I try to remember my mom or my father. They are both just blurry figures, standing over me and crying. I know they are crying because I can hear their sobs.

The odd thing though, my father was not there when I was taken away. So why is he in my memory of when I was taken away? Why does he sob along with my mother as the government drags me away?

My father left my mother when I was a toddler, just learning to walk. I remember that day. My father was screaming and my mother was crying out. I waddled to the glass door as it slammed shut. I watched as my father threw a bag into his car and drove away. How do I remember that? Was that even my father? Did I even have a father?

Mom. She loved me, you know. She worked hard to take care of me. I was a young boy when they took me from her. I was maybe 15. How long ago was that? It feels like yesterday, but I know that it was much longer than that. I have seen myself in a mirror before. I look older than a teenager. It could be the stress, though. I could just look older because of all the test and drugs. Or maybe I was never 15. Mom, where are you? Why did you not stop them from taking me? Did I even have a mother?

They are here again, thumping a needle full of blue liquid. I laugh as they inject the blue liquid into my drip. I watch as the tube running into my arm turns blue. I think I can feel the blue liquid running through my veins. I think I can see it. What did they drug me with this time? Why am I here? Do I even have a body?

I scream at the people in white suits, their faces look like birds. Their metal beaks are long and sharp and their eyes are large and glassy. Masks. My mind tells me that they are wearing masks, but my mind tells me that to keep me calm. I don’t think they are masks. I once saw a beak open and close, as if the bird face was trying to speak to me. The light glints off the metal beaks, teasing and taunting me. Why do they hide behind the masks? What is behind those masks?

They leave again, but I know they still watch me. I don’t know where the cameras are or if they can see through walls. Those glassy large eyes could probably see through the walls. I think all the drugs are going to my head. Maybe I was crazy before they took me. Maybe that is why they took me and locked me in this sterile white room. The walls absorb all sounds. It’s maddening when I scream and the sounds soak up the noise. I want my voice to bounce off the walls. I want the screams to rip apart their heads like it does mine. Why can’t they see how mad I am? Do they know how mad I am? Do they know that I would rather die than sit through another test? LET ME OUT! I can hear it in my head, bouncing around the walls of my brain. But my words will never bounce around the room. It’s so quiet. Why is it so quiet? Why do they never speak to me?

LET ME OUT! I try to scream, but the walls eat up my words. The floor eats my tears. I pull at my restraints and for the first time since the crazy bird faces brought me here, the restraints release me. Is it the blue stuff they put into my blood? Did it make me stronger?

No, I was always this strong. My anger is what made me dangerous though.

I jump off the bed and walk to the door. I bang on the metal and the door falls to the floor. I knew I could do that. I could always do that. This drug, is a new drug, but it didn’t weaken the part of me that scares the bird faces. This is why they took me away, because I could destroy them. The government is afraid of me because I can make them pay for all they have done.

The bird faces run through the halls. They shoot at me, but I don’t stop. One runs up to me but I reach out my hand and snap her neck. The cracking of her spine is satisfying for a second and then I remember. My mother. MOM!

My knees hit the cold cement floor and I wipe a tear away. My mother did fight to keep me. But they made me kill her. They made me snap her neck so she couldn’t tell me her secret. She would have come for me, but they made me silence her.

A bird face stands in front of me. He reaches up to take off his mask and tears it away. This is not a bird face, this is a man. I stare at his face, recognizing the blue eyes. My blue eyes. My father. He did not leave my mother. He hid away to keep me safe, but it didn’t work.

Together we kill the bird faces one by one. Their faces do not tear away like the one my father had. These bird faces are not masked men. They are the government. They sick bird faces behind the disappearance of those who have something they want, something that will destroy them once and for all.

I may be one of the unlucky ones, one of the ones that are forgotten, but I do not forget. My madness is not mine, it is the work of the bird faces, the creatures that have tried to claim earth as their own. My father and I will find a way to bring them down. The government will not watch us anymore. The fear the bird faces bring will be defeated.

4 Nerd Girl Rating

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Prompt Challenge: 040116 Reclaim

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends! It’s a new month, and I am running short on time so let’s just get into this!!

April Prompt


There are things in the world we don’t see, or rather, we refuse to see. Things that make us uncomfortable and let fear settle in. In the back of our minds, we know it is there, but we leave it in the back of our minds because we can’t properly comprehend what it means for us.

Then there are the few of us that choose to face that fear, to push the boundaries of our own minds and accept the truth rather than hide in the safety the government has blinded us with. There are a few of us that know the safety that the government offers is only going to get us killed. We are not a rebellion, we are not out to make the world see the truth. We are just the ones that try to keep the blind ones safe, because the government is about to drop a bomb.

Not a literal bomb…no, this is far worse. The walls they have built, the protection that they have so kindly provided for so long, is going to fall. All those creatures of the night that so many thought were just stories are going to invade our homes and take us prisoner. It was only a matter of time before these monsters got into the heads of the “big wigs” and struck a deal, turning us all into cattle.

Of course, if you really think about it, we were all cattle to begin with. Those of us who disappeared did not just disappear. Not in a place as closely guarded and protected as our home. They were sacrifices, to keep the monsters a bay. What has changed since then? I don’t know, but I felt it when it shifted. One little sacrifice here and there is no longer adequate. They want more. They have a taste for our blood and it has to be stopped.

The demand they put on us has become too much. My friends and family are becoming fewer and fewer due to these demands. It is up to me and a select few to travel around the walls of the system and find out what is really happening and how to stop it. Where time wasn’t an issue for us before, it has now become one of our greatest enemies. More disappearances happened today alone then last month. Maybe even more than the past two months. My board can no longer hold the faces of those missing. And in a world where those around me are immortal, someone disappearing raises questions that no one is brave enough to ask about. I’m asking now. Where are our people going?

They call us vampires. We sleep in the day and lurk in the night. We have adapted to drinking the blood of animals, or that synthetic crap they pass out to us. None of us have tasted real human blood in centuries, not since our government put us under “protection.” I wonder if those with higher status still get blood, or if they are just as stuck as we are. There were once stories about how the humans were becoming extinct because the vampire population was growing so rapidly. That is when the humans started hunting us, killing us and finding ways to control us. Who knew such feeble creatures could find a way to control strong creatures as the vampires…

That was when our government hid us away.

I came willingly, to protect my family. Being one of the oldest vampires, no one in my family, my children, were harmed. Until last month, when my youngest was taken. I know she is still alive, I can feel her blood calling to me. I waited for her return, thinking she had just ventured away. Then I felt her pain. And then another of my children were taken a few weeks later. Just yesterday, two more were taken. This will not continue.

I will jump these silly walls. I will defy the rules. I will get my family back and I will bring the vampires back to what they once were. Humans will learn to fear us again, even if I have to kill every last human myself to do so. They will run screaming when they hear my name. They will bow before me, because I cannot be controlled by some weak human.

The sweet blood of pumping hearts will coat my tongue and throat once more. They couldn’t control me before, and they will not control me now. I will reclaim my crown in the heart of fear.

4 Nerd Girl Rating

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Have a great day friends!

Prompt Challenge 030416: Truth Beneath The Skin

Prompt Challenge

Well then, it seems that this month had 5 Wednesdays in it…my goal is to only write 4. So that gives an extra week! I had thought about doing one more short story for this prompt, but I think I will just use the extra Wednesday to announce what the prompt for April will be.

This weeks short story may be my favorite I have written this month. It might be one of those short stories that are put into a special folder to be revisited later to see if it can be turned into a novel. Who knows.

March Prompt

5 Nerd Girl Rating

Truth Beneath the Skin

It was a normal day, just like any boring day. That’s where these stories always start isn’t it? I mean, everything is supposed to look boring so you don’t see the twist that will hit you in the face and make your mouth drop open. But there is always that one person that claims they saw it coming from the beginning. I’m not one of those people. I didn’t see it coming, the truth of my background. The truth of why my world was so much different from those all around me. No one would have seen it coming though, no one expects finding out such horrors about their own life.

What am I getting at?

It was a normal day, just like any boring day. I was to meet up with my best friend and we were going to go to the bookstore. It was my favorite place to go. I was just lucky that my best friend happened to enjoy reading and browsing books as much as I did. We would spend hours in the bookstore and come out with one or two books. Had we had more money, we would come out with the whole bookstore to stuff into her car.

My best friend, Alexa, was actually the one who convinced me to read more. We even shared a book blog together. Both writing book reviews and ranting about all the book world things we could get our hands on. We read everything from young adult to Stephen King. Yeah, Stephen King was in a genre all his own, because he is King.

As I said before, the day was a normal boring day. Well, except the excitement of heading to the book store. As we drove down the road, or rather, Alexa drove down the road, something flashed in front of her car, causing her to slam on the breaks. Which, in turn caused me to slam my forehead into the dash. Not a pleasant feeling at all. Alexa looked over to me and I looked at her, both of us breathing heavily from the adrenaline running through our veins.

I should mention it was a bright and sunny, normal boring day. There was nothing around to prove something had actually run across the road. Whatever it was had taken off, never to be seen again. As we climbed out of the car I noticed that there was something metal on the car. Being the idiot that I am, I pulled the metal and sliced my hand.

“Ouch.” I said, shaking my hand. “I sliced my hand.” I said to Alexa, holding out my hand to her. The cut stung, but Alexa wasn’t looking at me, so I moved the metal again. “We should get out of here before that thing comes back.” I said, worried that it was some kind of rabid animal.

We got back into the car and Alexa started driving off. She reached across me and pulled out a napkin from her glove box and handed it to me. I looked at her confused.

“I thought you said you accidently sliced open your hand.” She said, looking at my hand.

“I did.” I cleared my head and took the napkin from her hand.

“Then why aren’t you bleeding at all?” She asked, looking at me, then looking back at the road, only to turn her gaze on me again.

I looked at my hand, there was a cut, my hand was sliced through, but there was no blood. Fear slammed through me as I noticed the simmering green numbers through the cut. “Pull over.” I told Alexa. As soon as the car stopped I hoped out and threw up on the side of the road. I shook my head. There was no way I had seen what I had just seen.

“What happened?” Alexa asked me, walking around the car. “Let me see.”

I showed her my hand, the simmering green numbers still scrolling past the cut. I shook my head and stared at the odd sight. I racked my brain trying to think of any other time I had bleed. I couldn’t recall every having a cut, or seeing my own blood. Surly I had been cut before, but I hadn’t even had a broken bone.

“I’m going to be in so much trouble.” Alexa said, backing away from me. “They are going to decommission me.” She pulled out her phone and made a call. “It happened again.” She said with a sigh into the phone. “The clutz just can’t seem to go one day without getting hurt.”

What? Didn’t I just go over this? I had never been hurt. Never bled, never had a broken bone. I was always tripping, but I had always been lucky to come out unscathed. I stared down at my hand again.

“Listen.” Alexa said to me, now standing in front of me. “You are not going to remember this.”

It was then that everything clicked. Everything I had forgotten rushing to the front of my memories. I gasped and stumbled. I could hear Alexa telling me over and over again that I wasn’t real. I was just a program and she was my handler. I was supposed to believe I was real, for the test. I was supposed to believe that I was an actual human, or the test would fail. I also remembered her telling me that if I knew the truth, humans may die, but she never told me why.

“It will all be over soon.” Alexa said. I stumbled back again, looking around. “No.” Alexa said, walking towards me. “Don’t run.”

“What is my name?” I asked, suddenly realizing I didn’t know my name. I had never heard my name.

“Don’t be silly.” Alexa said. “You are just a program, you don’t need a name.” I dropped to my knees as tears threatened to fall from my programmed eyes. But there would be no tears, I wasn’t programmed to cry. I tried to stand, to run, but Alexa already had me locked down with her hand on my shoulder. I could see something in her hand. A gun? No…that wasn’t it, but it was something similar. I knew whatever it was, it was going to knock me out and they would reprogram me. The cold metal met the temple of my head and before there was pain or sound, I had already blacked out. The world was gone and soon, even my thoughts left me.

It was a normal day, just like any boring day. But this time I had managed to save a splinter of the past. I didn’t know what had happened, but I knew I couldn’t go with Alexa to the bookstore. I knew I couldn’t trust her. Now I just had to find out why.

Lost in my thoughts I sliced my hand with the knife I was using to cut some carrots. The knife was sharp and it sliced through my hand without struggle. As I looked down, I remembered. The simmering green number scrolled across the open wound. I smiled, because this time Alexa wasn’t there to make me forget. This time, I could run.

Plus Mustache

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I hope you enjoyed it!

Monthly Writing Update

A Writers Corner

Fun fact, the image I use for my writing updates is a picture of my one and only typewriter. I got it for my birthday a few years back. I have never used it and sadly is stays in my closet because I don’t have anywhere to display it right now. I plan to one day have a nice office and display it in a display case of sorts. Hopefully I will collect more over the years. I love old typewriters.

It amazes me that authors used to write on these things. So many words have been inked on to pages with typewriters. There were no backspaces (until later models) and if you messed up at the end of a page, chances are you had to retype the whole page. Can you imagine the hassle of editing your novel too? I think we forget how lucky we are with our modern technology.

Sorry, had to gush over my love for typewriters. BUT!!

Moving on…

This week has been a good week for me. I have finally found some momentum in writing. I had to set aside the one book I have been working on for so long…like over 8 years now. It’s the one story that has been holding me back. The story that I have been so stuck on and I now realize that maybe, this won’t be the first book that will be published. The story will be out there one day, but maybe it just isn’t the first.

So I started writing a new story. The title at the moment will be “Sky Mountain.” And that is all you will know about it. It’s actually kind of a lame title. But the story…okay I will tell you one more detail. It’s about a young girl who doesn’t remember her past, aside from a dream that plagues her most nights.

This week I have written at least a 1000 words a day, except Friday. Friday was just a strange day and I didn’t know what to write. I actually figured out the next scene in the book Saturday while I was at work. It was pretty awesome.

Thursday and Saturday I wrote 2000 words each night, so I made up for not writing one day. I am proud of myself and I am enjoying the story. And of course, this month I finally got back to writing the short stories and that has helped too. I think doing the prompt challenge every week has helped open up my imagination. It helps make the words flow.

I even have a set time that I write…kind of. I have been writing every night before bed. I start around 11 or 12 and write for an hour, or until I get to 1000 words. I think my typing has gotten faster too. Saturday night I wrote 2000 words in an hour. I was on a roll!

I don’t know why I go so long without writing. It’s like my drug. I’m less depressed when I am writing, less stressed. Why can’t I just come to the terms that writing is in my blood and I have to write? Someone remind me next time I go even a week without writing. K?

How about the rest of you writers out there? Have you been writing everyday?