Prompt Challenge: 070416 Road Rage

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends! I was going to take the whole week off…just give myself a little room and rethink some things. I am trying to get my blog to a place that I am happy with. But I realized this is one thing about this blog that I am extremely content with and that is my prompt challenge. So, I put together a little story for you.

This story is actually inspired by an incident I had on the road the other day. A guy had a bit of road rage against me because I didn’t get out of his way quick enough. He proceeded to try and run me off the road. I am not going to lie, I have been terrified on the road since then. I haven’t even told many people other than my parents and my brother, but I don’t think it’s something that will ever leave me. I still have little panic attacks every time I see a big blue truck on the road.

So, this story is kind of inspired by what I wanted to do to him. And this is also an example of how this writer deals with stressful situations in her life. 🙂



BorderRoad Rage

The road was quiet today. No other cars on the road but her, though it was like this often. In a world where you were either a hunter or the hunted, no one risked being on the road. Kenzie, however, didn’t care what troubles lay ahead or behind her. She had made a name for herself in the new world. She was feared by most and worshiped by others. She was a fighter that grew up in a cruel world. Her mother and father had left her to die in the desert and the Desert Wolves had raised her.
Don’t get the desert wolves confused with the Desert Wolves. These were not animals, but a group of highly skilled, extremely lethal woman that didn’t take crap from anyone. They collected the trouble makers, took control of entire cities, and the world fell to their knees at the sight of the Desert Wolves. Kenzie had grown up with them, learned their ways, and became their current leader. Kenzie was also known as the Lone Wolf. While she was the leader of the pack, she was often seen going off on her own, just to scout out the towns or feel the wind in her hair. No one could touch her and they all knew it.
At least, she thought everyone knew it. Until this day, this bright, sunny, and dusty day. On a dead road, a truck came up behind Kenzie’s small car. She was only out for a joy ride to give herself a break from the constant fighting. The truck flew up on her, bumping her back end. Kenzie moved her car over to the other side of the road. The truck flew by her and the man driving the car stared at her. Recognition crossed his face. He slowed down, but Kenzie could feel that he was not done yet.
The truck whipped in front of her, almost hitting her front end, causing Kenzie to swerve. Kenzie was getting mad now. Not because the man was an idiot, but because he was trying to damage her car. It wasn’t a fancy car, but it was hers that she had built with her own two hands. She had collected the scrap pieces and put it together. It was her pride and joy in this world full of dirty and distress.
The man in the truck slammed on his breaks, forcing Kenzie to put on her own breaks, whipping to the other side of the road to avoid hitting the bastard. She could feel her anger building and she gripped the steering wheel so tight she knew there would be indentions of her fingers. She stared at the truck, watching as the man rolled down the window to throw out his hand with his middle finger up. Kenzie couldn’t control her anger any longer. She didn’t like getting so angry, but she wasn’t going to hold back.
The windows in the truck burst inwards, causing the man to swerve off the road. As he gained control of the truck, one of the tires blew out, causing him to swerve again. Kenzie couldn’t stop herself. The truck flipped over, tumbling end over end a few times before coming to a stop with the wheels in the air, still spinning.
Kenzie stopped her car, put it in park and got out. She slowly walked over to the truck, hearing the man screaming for help.
“Help?” Kenzie laughed. “You want help now?” She raised her arms and spun around. “No one can hear you.” She smiled and crouched down to look into the truck window. “Help.” She mocked him. “Even if there was someone out here to help you, do you really think they would help you?”
“Please.” He said, reaching out to her. “I was just messing around.”
“You don’t ‘mess around’…” She said, hooking her pointer and middle fingers in the air… “With the Lone Wolf.” She sighed and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” She said, standing up. “I’m not going to leave you here either.” She jerked the dented truck door open, grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him out. The man screamed in pain as his bloody body was drug from the crushed metal that was once his truck. “I’m going to turn you over to the collection.” She said with a smirk.
Kenzie drug the man to her car, grabbing a rope and tying him up. She threw him in the trunk of the car and left the scene of the wreckage. Men got a higher price in this world. Being the leader of the Desert Wolves, she didn’t catch too many for the collection anymore. The organizers of the collection know not to mess with what the Desert Wolves take for themselves. In fact, the collection pays the Desert Wolves to keep them safe. That was what Kenzie had created as the leader of the pack. She had struck fear in those that everyone else had feared before. She was changing the world.
It wasn’t just her fighting techniques or her skills of survival. There was a reason Kenzie had been left in the desert to die. She wasn’t a normal human. She had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. No one knew the extent of her power. She was out to take over the new world, and she was almost there. No one could stop her, not even some bone head man who thought he could run her over on the road. She couldn’t wait to tell the collection what to do with him.


Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Don’t worry, there is more content to come!

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. 🙂

Writing Prompt: 070216 Changes

Prompt Challenge

Hello Friends. I almost didn’t post a short story this week. My mind has been in a dark place and it seems hard enough to get out of bed. But, as a writer, I know that these moods are some of the best times to write. Also, writing is my stress relief, my passion, and something I have to do or the world just sucks me in, chews me up, and spits me out. Writing is how I keep a handle things and keep myself together. So, I wrote and this may be one of the longest short stories I have done in a while. I hope you enjoy it!



As a child I was told stories of a world that was far better than the world that is now. It was a world of beautiful chaos. The biggest worry most people had was falling in love with the right person or getting a better paying job.

This world is not the same. Now, a better paying job does not exist. Either you hunt your fellow man, or you go to the camps where these people are taken. Sure, I could hide. I could go to one of the towns underground. I could make a home for myself there and forget the harsh world above. I could forget about Nolan and the bodies that I owe him. I could abandon the comfortable life I have made for myself, my safe home with running water. I could leave it all behind, but for what? To hide from the sun? To eat food covered in dirt? To always be on the run always in fear that Nolan will find me and take what he wants? No, I won’t do that. I won’t give up what I have worked so hard to do. Even if it means turning in the men that I track down.

I only bring in men. I don’t waste my time with the women, unless they are with the man and poses a threat. Nolan loves when I bring in a pair. I can see the evil in his eyes when his men bring them into his trading station. I sometimes see that look in my sleep and it will keep me awake for days. I don’t know what Nolan does with any of the people I bring to him, all I know is that it’s not good and I am better off ignoring the screams that sound out from behind the fence. I am not heartless, but I am not stupid either.

I used to think like that anyways. I used to hide from the truth, ignore my lonely heart and do what Nolan expected from me. That was before I met a man. A man my age, who I caught rummaging through my scraped food I save for the buzzards while I am out in the hot dry bad lands.  You have to be a light sleeper to make it in the wild. The man had kicked the side of my cabin and I jolted out of bed, my weapon ready to strike whoever dared to attack my home.

I caught him by surprise and was able to wrestle him into my home. I had a cage meant for this, any hunter had a cage ready in their home for their prey. I threw him into the cage and huffed at him. “What were you doing?” I asked him. I stared at him, his eyes were a deep blue, almost black like the night sky. But they sparkled, as if he still had hope in this wasteland. A smile crept across his face and his yellow teeth flashed from between his lips. I looked him over, taking in his ragged long black hair, tan dirty skin, and torn and worn out clothes. He looked no different than the other men I had taken in, except for the light in his eyes.

“Looking for food, of course.” He answered me. I had almost forgotten my question and decided I didn’t care. I wanted to go back to sleep. I made my way across the room to my bed. I had once worried about leaving men caged across the room. I couldn’t sleep before, but I had grown hardened to the world, and I knew my cage was strong. I curled up in bed and covered myself, closing my eyes and hoped I could drift off to sleep.

I couldn’t sleep. Not even a wink. I lay there, staring at the side wall of the room. I could hear the man walking back and forth. It wasn’t long before he started signing. It was a song of my child hood. A song my mother once sang to me.

“Where did you learn that?” I asked him, not sitting up or looking at him. He didn’t answer. I sat up in my bed and stared across the dark room at him. I could see his shadow, and I knew those deep blue eyes were staring right at me.

“I heard it from a girl. When I was younger.” He said.

“Well, be quiet, I’m trying to sleep.” I lay back down and closed my eyes, ignoring the images that flashed behind my eyelids. My parents had been taken by hunters a long time ago. I was 15 when they were stripped from me. I had hidden, like my mother told me. I was young and weak.  I cried for days in the same hiding spot, until a boy came by and heard me. I didn’t remember his name or what he looked like. I hadn’t even thought about him until that moment. He had brought me to safety, a place among the hunters. Not the same ones that took my parents, but they were hunters. They were not like the other hunters. They would only take in the men that refused to cooperate. The ones who had raped and pillaged those they crossed. Those hunters were getting rid of the bad people in the dark world. I was like them once. Before I met Nolan and he decided I owed him for being alive.

“Tess.” The man said, causing my heart to drop. I sat up again and lit the lamp at my bedside. I walked up to the cage and stared up at the man. “I knew that was you.”

“How do you know me?” I asked him, not that I needed too. I knew who he was. He was the boy that had saved me. Now I understood the smile that had crossed his face and the hope in his eyes.

“Stop crying, girl.” He said. The first words he had ever spoken to me. When he had found me crying and hiding. Had he not come for me, I would have wasted away in the pit my mother had hidden me in. Once he had dropped me off with the hunters, he disappeared.

“Heath.” I said, remembering his name. “You…” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do. I owed my life to this man, not Nolan. Nolan had claimed my life when he saved me from a few raiders a few years ago. I could have fought my way out of that, but Nolan had beat me to it. But Heath, I really did owe him my life.

“Me.” He said, reaching his hand out to brush my cheek. I stepped back from him, feeling the tingle left on my cheek from his touch. “I knew I would find you again one day.”

“You just disappeared.” I whispered. I felt a tear race down my cheek. I had missed him. Even though we were only children, I had missed having someone to talk to.

“I had to leave.” He said. I shook my head.

“You were a kid. You could have stayed with the hunters like I did.”

“Do you remember the hunters I took you to?” He asked me. “They were all women. What place did a boy have in that?” I shook my head again. “I had to find my own safety. Those hunters would have waited until I was old enough and turned me over just like every other man.”

“No.” I said. I stepped back until my legs touched the bed and I let myself fall into it. I sat there and stared at him. The many nights I had dreamed of the boy who had saved me. The boy I had fallen in love with so long ago. My heart sang at the memory of his arms around me, his soothing voice calming my broken heart. “It would have been different.”

“What do you plan on doing with me now, Tess?” He asked, as if he had made his point. “You will turn me in, collect your reward and move on to your next victim.” Was he right? Was I going to turn over the man that had saved me? Was I really going to turn my back on someone I had once considered a friend? He was a man I had once considered more than a friend.

I stood from the bed and crossed the room, finding myself back in front of the cage, in front of the man. I could see his face better now. I could see the kindness in his eyes.

“I never forgot about you.” He said, reaching out of the cage again. This time I took his hand in mine remembering how short of a time I had spent with him and how strongly I had felt about him. I couldn’t turn him over.

I pulled my hand back and unlocked the door of his cage stepping back as the door swung open with a creak.  “I tried to forget you.” Telling the truth, finding the lie I had been telling myself crumble before my eyes. “It’s not safe to have friends.”

“We were more than friends.” He said, stepping out of the cage and closer to me. I held out my hand to stop him.

“You should just go.” I said. My throat was tight as I fought back the tears. This was not a world of friends or lovers. This was a world of survival.

“How could you let me go like that?” He asked, not coming closer but not moving away. I dropped my hand to my side and looked at the floor so he couldn’t see the tears in my eyes.

“Because I can’t turn you in.” I whispered. “Call us even.” I swallowed my tears and straightened my shoulders. “You saved my life. Now I have saved yours. Now leave.”

“No.” His voice was soft, deep, and undeniable. He could have told me to put myself in the cage and I would have done it. Even after all the years, my heart still craved him. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me, to kiss my forehead like he did when we were just teenagers. But I could not let him overpower me. I had a job to do.

“Heath…I ca-“ His arms wrapped around me before I could finish. His arms were warm and safe and I could feel myself breaking. I slumped into him and let my tears escape. My throat was relieved, not having to hold back my sobs. We folded into the floor and I cried into Heath’s chest. I was done with it all. I was done turning people into slaves, putting them into prisons where they were tortured. How could I go back to being the hunter I had been, when it only took one person to break my walls?

You can’t be a hunter once you have found love. And my heart was completely taken by the boy who had saved me all those years ago. He was no different, the same caring and giving soul he had always been. But how could I sit back and let things continue as they were? How could I find love, yet let so many people suffer in what ever hell I had put them in.

Heath kissed my forehead and stood, pulling me with him. “It’s time to bring back the real Tess. The Tess the hunters trained you to be.” He said, pulling my gaze to his eyes. In one single moment I had been lost and found so quick my head was still spinning. I nodded, knowing exactly what he had meant. We were going to turn the world around. We were going to take back our freedom. Return the prisons to what they were meant to be, and Nolan was going to be the first inmate.


I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to leave any comments. Have a beautiful day, Friends.

June Wrap Up

Monthly Wrap up

Hello Friends! Here it is, the once a month post where I brag about what I did the month before. Yes, bragging. And also a place to share all the things I posted that you may have missed!

So, let’s jump into this.

This month’s writing prompt challenge was…

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And here are the stories that went along with that prompt.

  1. Not Wonderland
  2. Heaven for the Young (In rememberance of Christina Grimmie and the victims of the club shooting in Florida.)
  3. The Chosen (Possibly the most disturbing story I have ever written.)
  4. The Path

Book Reviews on my blog

  1. The Spiderwick Chronicles 5 Stars
  2. Finders Keepers by Stephen King 4 Stars
  3. Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige 5 Stars
  4. Snow Like Ashes by Sara Raasch 5 Stars

My favorite book was Dorothy Must Die with Snow Like Ashes a VERY close second.

Book Reviews posted on The Reading Bud…

  1. Exodia by Debra Chapoton
  2. Aerisia: Land Beyond the Sunset by Sarah Ashwood

Author Interview! 

Sarah Ashwood

Books Read

…Okay, confession time. I have had the worst time reading this past month. Two were finished on June 1st.

  1. Finders Keepers by Stephen King (Audio book)
  2. The Wrath of Mulgarath by Holly Black
  3. Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige
  4. Snow like Ashes by Sara Raasch (Audio Book)

See… rough month for reading. Hopefully this month will be much better and I can get some books off my TBR list.

Movie Reviews

  1. Zoombies
  2. Zootopia
  3. 10 Cloverfield Lane
  4. The Conjuring 2

Monthly Goals

Last months goals didn’t go over so well.

  1. Plan better. Hopefully this will help me stick to my goals to begin with.
  2. Make sure I don’t post any repeat book reviews. Yes, it’s bugging me!
  3. Review more movies. (I really hope to add Alice Through the Looking Glass to my movie reviews this month.)
  4. Write at least 1000 words a day. I really need to get back to writing. I feel better when I am writing and I know it’s where my passion is!
  5. Don’t wait until the last minute to prepare a post for the following day. But I guess this could fall under better planning..but in my mind it’s two different things.
  6. Set aside more time for reading. Like…every waking moment.

I didn’t repeat any book reviews. I posted more movie reviews. And that was it. I obviously didn’t read more. I didn’t write 1000 words a day and I still suck at planning!

So this months goals are as follows…

  1. Read more.
  2. Write 500 words a day.
  3. Plan blogs ahead of schedule.

And that’s it…because I am lazy and too many goals get me all flustered.

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May Wrap Up and June Goals

Monthly Wrap up

Hello Friends. This is going to be a quick wrap up/goals post. So for the wrap up let me give you a few linky links.

There were four book reviews. Woot for staying on track with that at least…

  1. Treasures, Demons, and other Black Magic by Meghan Ciana Doidge 5 Stars
  2. Dead Set by Richard Kadrey 3 Stars
  3. Minutes Before Sunset by Shannon A. Thompson 4 Stars
  4. Okay…after checking my book reviews I realized that the fourth book review was the same as the first. Oops! Why didn’t one of you call me out on that? Lol Oh well…I really liked the book anyways. Boo for not staying on track with book reviews. Ugh.
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The prompt for this month was “When she looked into his eyes, she could see his soul.”

Here are the titles and the first line of each. And my linky links so you can read the rest of the story should you feel so inclined.

  1. The Hall of the LostWelcome to the hall of the lost. (This one was my favorite from this month.)
  2. KidnappedThe room was dark and damp, my hands were tied behind my back.
  3. Witches CureThe world has changed over the years.
  4. Origin Mira had been living in the forest for only a few years.

If you read the short stories this month, what was your favorite?

This month I read 9 books, but don’t let that number fool you…4 of those books were the Spiderwick Chronicles books and they took an hour to read. I didn’t enjoy them any less though.

  1. Dead Set by Richard Kadrey
  2. Minutes Before Sunset by Shannon A. Thompson
  3. Exodia by Debra Chapoton
  4. Aerisia: Land Beyond The Sunset by Sarah Ashwood (spoiler: Sarah is June’s author! So look for her interview coming up soon.)
  5. Liesl & Po by Lauren Oliver
  6. The Field Guide by Holly Black and Tony DiTerlizzi
  7. The Seeing Stone by Holly Black and Tony DiTerlizzi
  8. Lucinda’s Secret by Holly Black and Tony DiTerlizzi
  9. The Ironwood Tree by Holly Black and Tony DiTerlizzi

Lastly, there was the author interview with Debra Chapoton. She was a lovely author to chat with and I am glad that I was able to interview her.

Sadly there was only one movie review this month, Austenland.

There were some other post you can read if you look HERE. It’s just the post from this past month, including the ones listed above.

Monthly Goals

Now we move on to my June goals. I honestly hate setting goals for myself because I always seem to fail at them. Ugh. Just ugh.

  1. Plan better. Hopefully this will help me stick to my goals to begin with.
  2. Make sure I don’t post any repeat book reviews. Yes, it’s bugging me!
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  3. Review more movies. (I really hope to add Alice Through the Looking Glass to my movie reviews this month.)
  4. Write at least 1000 words a day. I really need to get back to writing. I feel better when I am writing and I know it’s where my passion is!
  5. Don’t wait until the last minute to prepare a post for the following day. But I guess this could fall under better planning..but in my mind it’s two different things.
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  6. Set aside more time for reading. Like…every waking moment.
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That’s all I got for my goals. Thank goodness for short list and all very doable.

Do you have any goals for this month?

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: 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.


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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: 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

I hope you enjoyed this short story. Let me know what you think in the comments. Or you know, if you find spelling or grammatical errors…you can write those in the comments as well.

Have a great day friends!

July Wrap Up

July Wrap Up

Hello Nerds!

Can you believe July is over already? Where is this year going? Let’s take a look at what happened at Awkward Heather this month.

First, the books that I read:

July Books 1 July Books 217331828Oh yeah! I read 8 books this month. Granted, the two Delilah novels could be considered one book since they were so short and middle grade books. But…whatevs. I still read 8 books.

I’m actually surprised that I read so many. I felt like I was in a bit of a slump with reading this month. I had a few books that I found it hard to get through but pushed my way through it. This month I am working on not reading so many books at once, see if that helps me be any more productive. I have quite a few books to read too.

I have one book to finish so that I can question the author for the author interview this month. And sadly my list of authors willing to do an interview has died…I have one more left and this makes me very sad. I will work really hard this month to secure a few more authors for the months to come.

On to the Short stories from this month:

July Prompt

5-1 The Lonely Girl5-2 The Knocking Game5-3 Peeping Tom5-4 A Friend in the Mirror

Peeping Tom was my favorite. If you read them, what was yours?

I did a few book reviews this month. (Click the image to go to the post)

Ready Player OneThe Infinite SeaForging DivinityIsle of the Lost

Okay, next…I had one other review, an anime called RWBY:


And of course the author interview with Andrew Rowe:

AndrewRoweThat was it for this month. It was a good month. I got a lot read, I was able to share a few book reviews. Yep, good month.

August is going to be a great month! Why? Because my birthday is this month! I will be doing special post for the week of my birthday. Yay!

And don’t forget, the prompt challenge this month!

August PromptThis should be a fantastic month. I hope you have enjoyed what you have seen so far.

Happy August!!

How was the month of July for you?


Writing Prompt: August Prompt Reveal

Prompt Reveal

Hello Nerds!

I decided against writing another prompt with the July prompt. Simply because I didn’t have time to do so. Instead, you get to see the newest prompt reveal a whole week ahead of time!

I’m kind of excited about this one. I have no idea what I am going to do, so I have 4 weeks of blank space to figure it out. This one is going to be one of the more challenging ones because it is the first one that I have drawn that nothing came to mind when I read it.

Without out further ado ado…

August Prompt

I really do hope that I get a few people to play along eventually. It really opens the mind up. These challenges are like a strong mint to stuffy sinuses. If you do try it, please let me know and make sure to link back here if you do, so others can join in to!

How about this, if you are a writer reading this, I challenge you to write at least one story with this prompt!

See you next Wednesday! I can’t wait to see what stories I can make out of this one!