Prompt Challenge: 070316 The Hunter

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends! I almost didn’t get this finished in time. I was too busy watching a new show on Netflix called Stranger Things. Don’t worry, I have a review of that coming!

But I got this little story ready to go for you all.

I hope you enjoy it. It’s not my favorite, but I like it.

BorderThe Hunter

Hunger had set in a day ago. Actually, if she really thought about, Elle hadn’t eaten in over a week. Water? She had plenty of that, some weeks it’s the only thing that keeps her going. She only got food when she brought in survivors. She traded them in for food and other supplies. When she brought in males she got more to survive with, which meant she could go longer before having to track down and turn in another person. She knew what she did was wrong, but she didn’t know how else to survive. It was all she had ever known.

There were some hunters that would turn over whole families for profit. Those hunters lived like kings and were worshiped like kings as well. Elle didn’t want to be like them. She only did it to stay alive and she only took in enough to keep her going.

How had the world become what it had? How did Elle become lucky enough to be a hunter instead of the hunted? She didn’t know all of the answers. She has just always been a hunter. The fact that she couldn’t remember anything from her younger life may have hidden the secrets, but she was too afraid of the answers to try and unlock those lost memories.

All Elle was focused on now was finding someone to trade for food. She had standards. The people she traded in didn’t have families and most of them were savages that tried to take advantage of a young woman on her own. She wasn’t defenseless either. But the choices are getting slim and she may have to settle for the first person she could find, no matter who they were.

Unfortunately, the hunt would have to wait a day because the sun was setting and night time was even more dangerous than the day. She climbed into a tree, finding a spot that would support and hide her. She fell asleep, but not deep enough to actually rest. She would get just deep enough to dream, and the dreams were never pretty. Her dreams were filled with all the men and women that she had traded for food. The haunted her the way she had hunted them. They would scream, cry, and attack her. She never woke without a jolt and holding back screams of her own.

The night was long and restless, but it was also helpful. From her spot in the tree she saw the man stumbling through the trees. She made her way down the tree, experience keeping her silent as she stalked behind the man. He fell twice and his breathing was heavy. The human side of her wanted to help him, but the survivor side of her knew this could be one of her only chances for weeks.

The third time the man fell, Elle attacked him. She brought a fist to the back of his head and he dropped, losing conciseness. She went back to the tree to grab her bag to get out the rope she had used several times to tie up catch.

“Elle.” The man said from behind her. She whipped around, comig face to face with the man she thought she had knocked out. “Elle.” The man said again. “Hello…Elle!” He shouted. He grabbed her arms and shook her. “It’s time to wake up.” The man shouted in her face.

Elle’s vision blurred, but the man’s face was clear. She could feel the tree at her back and the man shook her again. “Elle, you have to wake up. Before you get us in trouble.” Her vision started to clear, but her surroundings were different. She looked up into the blue sky. The ground at her back, not a tree. The man in front of her smiled. “Dreaming of being free again?” He asked as the fog cleared as her memories forced their way into her mind. The day she was captured, and the food she was traded for. Her dry throat and always empty stomach. Her hands felt rough as she scraped them down her face.

“A dream.” She said as she stood from her bed. She brushed dirt off of her, not that it helped much as she was covered in years of dirt. The only shower provided for the people in the camps was the rain that sometimes fell on them. It was rare and she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen the rain. She would have cried, but the lack of water made it impossible.

“We have to get to work before the boss comes around.” The man said. Though he wasn’t just a man. He was her brother, brought in the same time she had been. How many years had it been? Twenty maybe. It didn’t matter really, because she was never getting out. No one ever made it out of the camps and new people were traded in every day. If only she had been so lucky to be a hunter.


I hope you enjoyed it. Leave your thoughts in the comments. 🙂


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

I do hope you enjoyed the story. Let me know what you thought in the comments.

Prompt Challenge 2-4: Dear Diary

Prompt Challenge

Welcome back to the prompt challenge. This is the last one for this month and I am not going to lie, this is my favorite. The rest have been kind of serious and I felt like this one takes on a different path. Something not so serious but serious at the same time.


As someone who has struggled with weight most of my life, this month’s prompt took up a more personal place in my mind. It was harder to write and to come up with new ideas for 4 stories, but I did it. Hopefully I kept the stories different enough to entertain you.


Dear Diary

April 21, 3015
Dear Diary,

I am back on another diet. I am tired of being made fun of. All these fat people, pointing and laughing at the skinny girl. I swear, I eat so much, probably more than they do. No matter what I do, I just can’t gain weight. I am going to be skinny forever. Whose stupid rule was it that fat was beautiful anyways? Why am I struggling so hard to be like the rest of them? Because I want to fit in.

I have never fit in. At least, I can’t recall ever fitting in. I don’t remember much before high school. Of course, the accident had something to do with me losing my memory. Luckily my parents were awesome in filling me in. I didn’t have any friends then, so it makes sense that I never fit in. I don’t have too many friends now, and my parents have both passed away. That is why I want to gain weight. I want to be like all the popular girls; plump and beautiful. No one is going to love a skinny girl like me. Guys want fluffy girls and girl want friends they can be seen in public with. I am neither of those. I embarrass my brother so much that he disappeared after my parents died.

This world has been a lonely world and I don’t think I can take it anymore.


April 25, 3015
Dear Diary,

It finally happened! I found a guy who is into skinny women. He likes me just the way I am. He said he was tired of all those pudgy girls who can’t keep up with him. Just last night we went to the ball court to play a little one on one. It was odd though, no one else even showed up. Of course, this made me feel a little better because I didn’t have to worry about keeping my body covered so no one could see my hideous abs.

His name is Chris and he is amazing. I am going over to his house today to work out in his gym. He thinks that staying slim and eating foods that are good for you is the way life should be. He thinks that people die at a young age because of the amount of fat they carry on their body. I really wish everyone thought that way, maybe then I would fit in better.

I am also going to meet Chris’s parents tomorrow night. I am so nervous.

Much Love

April 30, 3015
Dear Diary,

I haven’t had time to write lately. I have written in my diary every day since the accident; so that I would never forget anything again, and if I did I could just read what I had written. And now more than ever, I want to remember everything going on, but I have been having so much fun that I come home and crash in bed. I keep forgetting to write. Or, I am on the phone with Chris and I fall asleep listening to him sing. He has a beautiful voice.

I haven’t had any panic attacks since meeting Chris. I don’t stuff my face with food all of the time either. We eat almost every meal together and it’s always super healthy. I think I may love him.

I met his parents and they were not happy. Evidently, Chris just started this lifestyle of his. He got into an argument with his father about how fat was not healthy and how everyone was slowly killing themselves. Then, his sister blamed me for his new obsession in his weight. It’s amazing that they blame me, he was already on this new track in life before I came into the picture.

Because of that, Chris was evicted from the home that he rented from his parents. He is now staying in one of my spare bedrooms. Nothing has happened between us, we just exercise a lot and plan meals. We don’t go out on dates much because of the stares. It’s really hard, I still want to be fat like everyone else, but Chris loves me just the way I am and I don’t want to run him off by gaining weight.

Much Love

May 30, 3015
Dear Diary,

Something has happened with Chris. Suddenly he is so distant. He no longer eats meals with me and he is gone all the time. I noticed the other day that he has gained a few pounds. Up until now things have been so great. I wanted to write everything down, but I didn’t want to have my head stuck in a notebook when I could be spending time with Chris. I love him so much and now, I feel like I am losing him.

He didn’t work out with me this morning, or this evening. And he has returned to the guest room. We slept in the same bed for 2 weeks, and we were happy. I don’t know what is going on. I just wonder if maybe his family has finally gotten to him. I am okay with him gaining weight. I don’t even have to work out and he doesn’t have to. I love him for him, and I keep telling him that. So why is he growing so distant?


June 10, 3015
Dear Diary,

Chris is gone. I woke up this morning and all his stuff was gone. He left a note telling me that he just didn’t love me and he had to go. Then I found out the truth, the reason he had grown so distant. Not only had he fallen in love with another girl, a fat girl, but his relationship with me was just an experiment.

He never loved me. He was creating a show for some cheap reality TV series. It was about skinny people and how they are destroying the world. I was the main feature. I was the skinniest girl in the show and Chris was only eating the same things and exercising with me to see what it was like to live like me. They didn’t even bother to see how hard I had tried to gain weight. They don’t know me and now, I get letters in the mail calling me horrible names.

Skeleton, bag of bones, disgusting, muscle whore. I don’t understand why the world hates me so much when I have done nothing but try to be like everyone else. Had Chris been against eating healthy foods and exercising, I would have followed him. I just thought he liked me for who I was, not because he wanted to exploit me.


June 15, 3015
Dear Diary,

This will be my last entry. I can’t take it anymore. I am alone in this world. Everyone hates me. People are knocking on my door at all hours of the night, calling me names. Some have even thrown food at me. I have been eating to the point of almost throwing up. I stuff myself so full that it hurts to breathe. Yet, I have not gained a single pound. I am still a skeleton of a person and I hate everything about this body.

Should anyone find this diary and read it, tell the world that I hope they are happy now. I am sure the world is going to be a much better place with one less skinny person in it.


June 16, 3015
Dear Diary,

I only thought my last entry would be my last. I have found out something about myself, why I cannot gain weight. Not only has this filled me with joy, but now I can get my revenge. No one can stop me now.

See, I was going to slit my wrist. I was going to bleed out into my tub and hope the world saw the gory mess they caused me to become. Yet, when I sliced open my wrist, no blood dripped through the cuts. I thought I didn’t cut deep enough, so I kept digging and digging until I heard a clink.

Yes, a clink. I pulled my skin back, by now the pain was numb, I felt nothing anymore and it only took a second to pull open my wound and see what was hidden under my flesh.

You see, I am not a bag of bones. Nope, I am a Cyborg. Most of my parts are robotic. Actually, the only thing left in me that is human is my brain, eyes, a leg, and the flesh that covers my metal structure.

I understand everything now. I wasn’t in an accident that caused me to lose my memory. My parents made me. I was able to access one of their encrypted files on my father’s computer, the password was hidden under my skin. My father new I would have trouble in this world and knew I would try to kill myself.

The file told me all about my parents. They couldn’t have children, so they made me. They thought I was beautiful just the way I was and they wanted me to change the world. Sadly, they didn’t know that I would be so fed up with the world and the cruel humans that I would change the world in a drastic way.

I am coming for you all. Starting with Chris.

This is your only warning


If you can’t tell, I am a little obsessed with robots/cyborgs. I just love the idea of it all. Anyways, let me know what you think. I am always open to critiques and thoughts.


March Prompt Challenge: Wrapping it Up

March Prompt

This month has been a blast and one of the reasons that is has been so much fun is the prompt challenge. I have learned so much from writing these short stories and I really pushed my writers mind to go beyond the “first thought.”

I wanted to share a few things that I did learn from this experience.

  1. People like the shorter stories.
  2. I can write a shorter story and cover everything I want to.
  3. I don’t have to write out every single detail, the history, and background of every character. Sometimes the story itself is all the history you need. If it’s a different world then the one we live in (which is most stories I write) the reader will figure it out with the information you give.
  4. It is possible to write 4 stories using the same prompt, you just have to dig a little deeper.
  5. At the beginning I was trying to write all four stories in the future. I realized that I could also take a step back in time and write something in the past as well. I have no idea why I was trying to make every story as if it could only occur in the future.
  6. The best stories are the ones that are written and edited. Editing makes a huge difference!
  7. I can write several thousand words in an hour if I am really into the story and make myself sit down and do it.

My mind has been bent over backwards, flipped around, turned inside out, and thrown into a different reality. It has been an adventure through all the magical worlds a mind can go through. I wrote down a list of ideas at the start of the month and ended up scratching one and writing something totally different. It helped me rediscover my love of writing. I also learned that I can write something from an idea that was not my own.

I have loved this challenge and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. I want to see this to the end of the year and possibly continue. Just think, by the end of the year I will have enough short stories to fill a book of short stories. I could sell that!


I have always questioned my talent of writing. I wonder if I have what it takes to write for the rest of my life, not just a series of the came characters. Now I know, that I can. And the best part about this prompt challenge is that I can better my own writing in the process. I can look back at these stories in a year from now and see that I have gotten better. I am destined to be a published author and this is just the road I have paved for myself.

Wednesday starts a whole new prompt challenge. I revealed it earlier in March, which I will not reveal the one for May as early. You can go right over HERE and read about the newest prompt challenge. But if you don’t feel like reading the post, here is the prompt challenge for April.


If you haven’t joined in the fun, I think you should. Especially if you are a writer yourself. You won’t believe how much fun it is!