Flowers and Chocolates

    "How did you know?" I asked, not sure I wanted the answer. I thought I had been careful. I thought she hadn't noticed, been to oblivious to notice. I should have known better.
    Her eyes sparked with rage, "How could I not know? If you thought you were being secretive, you're a bigger fool then I thought. Or did you think I was to stupid to notice!"
    I didn't say anything, answering wouldn't help the situation. She didn't seem to care that I didn't answer and continued speaking.
    "What do you think I thought when things that weren't mine and clearly weren't yours, unless you developed a habit of cross-dressing, showed up around the house. I knew the moment you brought her home and introduced us that she was the one."
    She started pacing on the other side of the kitchen bar. The plates and glasses have been forgotten.
    "You picked a fine looking specimen but does she even have a brain beneath all that hair or did she kill all her brain cells with how much perfume she wears. You couldn't even pick someone interesting. She's such a stereotypical homewrecker type that it's disgusting. Were you even thinking when you choose her or was you're smaller brain taking up to much blood."
    She glared at me as if daring me to defend myself. When I didn't say anything she snatched her keys and purse before moving towards the door, "I'm not going to give you a solution so you better find one on your own otherwise things are going to start burning and I won't care who they belong to."
    The door slammed shut and her car peeled out of the driveway so fast I thought she would leave marks. My shoulders sagged and all the air left my lungs. I collapsed into a chair and stared blankly out the window. Flowers and chocolates weren't going to cut it this time.

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.

Calypso's Rage ~ 31

Calypso's Rage

Thirty-one

    I stood up and looked at the captain, "So I take it that you don't want to take my offer."

    "I know better than to take an offer from the likes of you."

    I raised an eyebrow, "I'm not planning on leaving without something and you can't make me leave by force. So I'm assuming you have a better idea."

    He pointed to the cabin boy, "Take him. You've already talked to him and I'm sure a half witted pirate like yourself could use someone like him even if he's useless."

    I dropped all pretense of nice from my face. I saw a couple of my crew flinch slightly and I even heard one of them mutter, "He's in for it now."

    "What makes you say I'm a half wit."

    "No pirate worth his salt will allow their target to tell them what to take."

    "You're right but I never said I was going to listen to you." I turned to Jack, "Sink it."

    The sailors gasped and I turned back to see that Rex had grabbed the captain who was glaring at me. It looked like he had tried to lunge for me.

    I stared at him coldly, "I warned you that you would regret you're choice and you're disregard for the life of a child is the thing I hate most."

    "You can't do this!" He strained against Rex getting nowhere

    "Oh but I can." I faced Jack, "Show them what it's like to cross me."
    Jack barked out orders and the crew flew into motion. I walked up to the group of sailors taking the kid with me.
    "Who can tell me about this kid."
    One man stepped hesitantly forward, "He's from one of the smaller islands. His dad gave him to us so he could become a sailor."
    I nodded, "I don't deal in human lives so you get to take him." A crew member came up to me carrying huge sacks, "I don't like you're captain but I have nothing against you guys. So here's how this will work. There are food and tools in these sacks. I can either sink the ship with the captain on it or put him on the dingy and you can keep the ship."
    They looked at each other then nodded. "We'll keep the ship."
    I smiled, "Good to hear. If there is anyone else you want to get rid of, with the exception of that boy, you can stick them on the dingy with the captain."
    Jack was monitoring everything going on to our ship so the crew member that brought me the sacks and I helped Rex set the captain afloat at sea. The sailors elected to toss one other man I didn't ask questions and after making sure the sailors didn't go back for the captain we sailed away.

 

 

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Calypso's Rage ~ 30

Calypso's Rage

Thirty

    The Captain spun to look at me, "You did this!"

    I smiled, "Oh dear, looks like you're quicker than expected."

    Five crew members climbed aboard the ship causing the sailors to back up. Jack put a board down to connect our ships with the help of one crew member on the other ship. I walked across it and up to the other captain.

    He looked at me with disgust the little cabin boy almost shaking with fear next to him. "You think you can scare me?"

    I smiled, "That, Captain, is not the issue at the moment." More of my crew came to the other ship. "Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to take what I like of whatever it is you're carrying then leave. That means I could take all or none but no more damage will be done to you or you're ship."

    "Why would listen to the words of a pirate."

    I laughed, "True we may not be the most truthful bunch but if you don't take the offer you'll regret it."

    He looked away and I followed his gaze to a sailor they seemed to be having a silent argument. I looked at Jack.He gave a longer blink then normal, so everything was ready no matter what I chose to do. I moved my head towards the captain's cabin, I had a feeling this man had something he didn't want us to find. Jack nodded and turned away.

    I turned back to that Captain to see that he had finished his conversation.

    "Finished discussing with you're crew?" I asked

    He didn't even acknowledge my question, "Get off my ship pirate."

    I sighed and bend down to the cabin boy he looked back at me with wide eyes. "How old are you?"

    "Ten..." he muttered

    I nodded "That's a good age. Say what do you think of this man."

    I could almost feel my crew members shaking their heads. He looked up at the man unsure how to answer. "You can say it in my ear if you want. I won't even tell him what you said."

    The boy struggled with this then walk up and cupped his hands around my ear and whispered, "He's mean and loves food almost as much as the treasures in his room. He doesn't like it when I come in while he's looking at them."

    "Really." He nodded, "Thanks."

 

 

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 Calypso's Rage

Twenty-nine

    The crew was tense as we glided silently as possible through the night. In the distance was a merchant ship.
    "Luck seems to be on our side," I whispered to Jack
    "It would have to be in order to find prey this quickly."
    I moved towards the front of the ship and Jack motioned to the crew. They scurried into their positions making as little noise as they could. I looked up to the crows nest there was a flash as the moonlight caught the mirror. I waited for a moment, no second flash which meant the ship was alone.
    "Stop her." I said
    Jack made a slashing movement at his knees and the crew jumped into action. Two jumped overboard carrying various objects. Chain shots were loaded into the cannons in case they gave us trouble. Weapons were hidden and the crew that would arouse the most suspicion about being pirates went below deck. Leaving those that could pass for sailors as well as Rex, Jack and myself.
    Rex took the helm and we slowly glided towards the ship. Panic started building up on the other ship as the sailors scurried around.
    "They've awoken the Captain." Jack said looking through a spyglass
    "Move in." I told Rex
    He nodded and we sailed up next to the other ship. The sailors looked at us warily and the captain, a well fed man, looked tired and grumpy.
    "Hello" I said with a cheery voice, "Is some wrong with your vessel? You've hardly moved since we've approached."
    The chubby captain looked at my crew. His eyes lingered on Rex at the helm and Jack at my side. "Why should I tell someone who just approached?"
    Jack glared at him slightly and I laughed, "You think we're pirates? If we were I don't think we'd be striking up conversation."
    He glanced at the others before looking back to me, "True"
    He was still suspicious. I put my hand to my chin and pretended to think, "Well not that I can blame you though. Any ship showing up out here in the night would be rather suspicious."
    "And yet you seem relaxed." He pointed out
    I laughed again, "That's cause it would be a dumb move for pirates to stop their ship in the water just to catch us. Not to mention we're not carrying anything pirates would want."
    A small cabin boy came running up to the captain looking terrified "Captain the rudder has been sabotaged and we've been chained to the sea floor."

 

 

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