This Isn't a Dream

    Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay in this dream world where nothing could seem to go wrong. In here her looks didn't seem to matter. The boy in front of her waved a hand inches from her face. She blinked and came out of her thoughts.
    "I'm sorry, what did you say?" she asked.
    He smiled slightly, "I wonder if you think this is a dream."
    She blinked again. How had he known. Did he read minds?
    He laughed, "It's written all over your face and the answer is no, this isn't a dream," he stood up from her couch and stretched, "So, Beth, are you going to help me?"
    "This is all very hard to believe. I must be dreaming. handsome men don't just show up on my doorstep wanting help in reality."
    "You don't believe me."
    "I doubt a dream would tell me I'm dreaming."
    He laughed, "I like how you think."
    With mischief lighting up his eyes he reached over and pinched her. She yelped and rubbed her arm.
    "There you can't say you're dreaming anymore."
    She glared at him, "Fine, but that leaves me with thinking I need to call someone to get you some help."
    He smiled, "Just trust your instincts Beth, they'll tell you I'm not lying."
    She looked him over carefully. He looked out of place in her warm homey living room. His dark hair and dark clothes would fit in more with the night outside. His ice colored eyes glitters and his mouth never lost it's slight curve through their whole conversation. She had a feeling he almost always wore that slight smile. Despite his fit build she didn't feel in danger. Just like he said she felt she could trust him.
    "I don't know you're name."
    He grinned, "Roman, my name is Roman."
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I really like this one and I want to continue it but I also like the way I ended it..... While struggling with indecision I've decided to give you guys this and maybe do a continuation post later.

Rose B.

Oh I forgot to mention that I'm not carefully picking names in these prompts, like I do with other works. So many of them come from characters I've done or people I've known. I'll try not to repeat but it may happen.

"Oil" Prompt

    At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we'd struck it rich and that we'd be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we'd spend the money. Our first choice was a huge house maybe a dog. in a city far away from the place we grew up. But the black liquid wasn't oil, it wasn't the saving grace we thought it was.
    It took us about a week to figure out how to get the liquid out of the hole we found it in. We used a bucket to haul it out and the first thing we noticed is: it didn't shine like oil. We set the bucket down, neither one of us wanting to admit our hopes had been crushed.
    Then it pulsed. It seemed like the world stilled in response. Bugs and birds went silent, the wind stopped as if Mother Nature herself was holding her breath. It pulsed again and again. The only sound left to hear was the beating of our hearts.
    The pulsing matched our hearts rhythm. Screams crawled up our throats but before they emerged from our mouths the black liquid erupted from its hole. It swirled in the air pulling in the part that was in our bucket, to create a mass. We knew then that whatever the black stuff was it wasn't good. Those still left alive argue about it being angry or from space but no one ever says it's good. When it had completed turning itself into something somewhat solid, it awakened.
    Our world was never the same.

Long Time

    It's been a long time dear readers. I'm sorry I just stopped writing Calypso's Rage. To be honest I'm not sure where I want to take the story and my life became very busy. I moved to a new city, had to get a new job, and I've been getting in the groove of reading and writing again. Speaking of, if there are any books you recommend I read, tell me. You can even tell me why you like it but I ask that you at least tell me the title and author.
    Anyway, to get back into the groove of writing I'll start doing writing prompts. I have a book full of them so I thought it would be a good idea to share them with you. Some of them will be short, others long. I'll bold the part the book gives and the rest will be my own.
    Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things and figure out what to do with Calypso's Rage.

Rose B.