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[Asherwy]

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finished prompts are linked :3

“Little by little, day by day, okay?” // “Get. Off. Right now.” // “... That’s it.”
// “So, uh, we should… probably run now.” // “You’re insane! I love it.”
“Hey, I offered to help you.” // “Who’s laughing now?” // “Would you please just be quiet?”
“Whoa, buttercup, whoa.” // "I can’t believe you talked me into this." // “Marry me?”
“Hey! I was gonna drink that!” // “You did all of this for me?” // “This isn’t over.”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” // “Well, this is awkward.” // “It was you who was standing there.”
“That is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”// “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
“Uh, she’s gunna punch you, man.” // “BAHAHAHA- ahem.”// “I think I am concussed.”
“You have got to be kidding me.” // “This ain’t that kind of movie.” // “Is it… dead?”
“I’ll just sit here and wait for you to be finished.” // “You wound me.” // “Trust you? PAH.”
“I don’t know who you are.” // “It’s okay. I promise. I’m here.” // “Oh, this is going to be good.”
“Well, I finally got your attention.” // “Like a hole in the head.”// “I'm... okay.”
“Well, are you coming?” // “Where are your pants!?” // “Help me push it.”
“It’s almost midnight, no way!” // “Positively smashing.” // “Don’t let go, okay?”
“You can’t leave me like this.” // “Say that to my mother.” // “Sing me a lullaby, please?”
“This hurts worse than I thought it would.” // “Hah! - oh, wait, you’re serious?”
“As much as I’d enjoy that…” // -gasp- “The plague!” “No!” “YES.” // “I won’t let you do this.”
“I’ve still got it.” // “I can’t do it. I just can’t.” // "Don’t you ever do that again!"
“I thought I lost you.” // "Teach me?" // "Don’t you dare throw that snowball-"
"It could be worse." // "We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"
"I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice." // "What are you so afraid of?”
“How did you get that scar?” // “You said WHAT?” // “Can you stop bringing that up?”
“Wait for me!” // “We’ll be dead by morning.” // “STOP TALKING.” // “I do.”
“I don’t want to.” // “What did I ever do to you?!” // “Follow me.”
-SIGH- “I can’t reach it.” // “What are you waiting for?” // “WAIT NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT-”
“I don’t need you.” // “You deserve better.” // “If you love something, let it go.”
“Why do I have to wear this?” // “Here goes nothing.” // “Where the heck were you?!”
“I don’t need help.” // “We’re gonna be parents…” // “I didn’t think you knew.”
“I thought those were poisonous.” // “Don’t make me go alone.” // “I’m sorry… I didn’t know.”
“I’d be lost without you.” // “Just leave me!” // “I dare you to…” // “Run!”
“How did you manage that?” // “Liar!” // “I don’t even want to be here.”
“Oh crap, we fell asleep!” // “Is this the life you wanted?” // “GIVE ME THAT.”
“Get back here!” // “Let go of me!” // “I’ll just follow you.” // “YOU DON’T SAY.”
“And yet, you love me anyway.” // “I just thought I’d have a swim.” // “Don’t cry.”

[Asherwy]

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tyler and grandma fluorie

"You serious? I really don't think you should do this..." A middle-aged man watched as the white-haired woman climbed her way up a ladder.

"No no, I'll do it." She insisted, showing no sign of stopping.

"Ma..."

She cut him off before he could finish, reaching the top of the ladder and hauling herself onto the edge of the roof. "Tyler Jelly Patterson, your mother will take care of it."

Tyler frowned and rubbed his nose. "I thought I told you to stop calling me by my full name." He muttered.

"I can hear you. Just because I'm eighty three doesn't mean I don't have ears young man."

He ignored her comment, sighing as he glanced back up at her with pleading eyes. "Ma, can you please come back down." She didn't reply, instead she shuffled up the slope of the roof, towards the satellite dish on the top. Eyes narrowing in worry, Tyler began to hover closer to the ladder as if she was going to slip off any second, like a bowling ball into the gutter. The red-haired man pursed his lips, craning his neck to try and get a better view of his mom, so that he had time to prepare himself for her fall. The creaking of the satellite dish being adjusted sounded through the empty air, birds beginning to chirp once again after that heavy storm which had calmed down just minutes ago. He could still hear the thunder drumming faintly as the grey clouds drifted further away.

"Darn it! Some bird made its nest here!" There was rustling accompanied with a cluster of twigs clattering off the roof before a relatively large mass of sticks appeared soon after. "Ty, catch!"

Tyler yelped and immediately used his hands to shield himself as the nest plunged into the ground right in front of him. "Ma!" He screamed indignantly.

"What Ty?!" She yelled back, "Did it hit your head? Sorry hunnie!"

Grumbling, the man snatched the nest from the ground and chucked it into the forest just a few metres away. Tyler's family lived just about a mile away from their town, choosing this piece of land at his deceased brother's request. He recalled how his older brother would always take care of the tougher chores while Tyler mostly cared for their ageing parents. It was odd, since his brother was a doctor at a 'mental' hospital. There, his brother was addressed as Dr. Greg, or Mr. Patterson; his full names was Greg Abigail Patterson. Ever since he died, their Ma had been insisting on doing Greg's chores, like mowing the lawn, fixing the leaks and touching up on the plumbing. She never even shed a tear. Heck, she even tried doing some of Tyler's chores, but he didn't let her. Cleaning the house and doing the meals was his job, no one else's.

Raising his head to check on his mom, Tyler squinted against the glare of the morning sun that was slowly being exposed from the blanket of clouds. "You done yet?!" He yelled.

"Nearly!" A few more squeaks could be heard before soft footsteps began descending the roof. "I'm don-WUAEHHHHHH!"

"Ma!" He could hear skidding noises followed by a loud thump. Looking up, he saw his Ma balancing on the ladder that looked as like it would tip any moment. "Ma!"

"Don't worry hunnie, Mama's got this." It started to fall over when his mother hopped off just a seconds before it hit the ground. Tyler had covered his eyes and looked away, afraid to see his mom writhing in pain after falling like that. Once the ladder crashed, he peeked through his fingers to see if his mother was indeed lying on the ground, twisting in pain. To his surprise, she was standing tall and walking straight towards him, looking like she owned the entire world.

"What'd I tell you hunnie? Your Ma's still got it. After all I did win three gold medals at the state olympics in my day. Don't underestimate me just because I'm already a grandmother. Hopefully your children don't grow up to be cowards like you!" She whacked him on the forehead and waddled back inside, yelling over her shoulder as she closed the door. "Clean that mess up while I watch my television!"

"Just call it T.V. Ma!"

She didn't reply, instead she cackled and shut the door with a bang. Shaking his head, he proceeded to return the ladder to the toolshed and locked the old wooden door. "Geez, since when were old women this crazy?"

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[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

Hehehe great job on the first one!
I really didn't see anything to critique at all x]
I thought it was amusing and suspenseful at the same time.
Then when his brother's name was the same as the doctor in your other story I was like GASP
oh lord
WhAt HaPpEnEd -heavy breathing-
... SO yeah
That's all I have to say

[Asherwy]

agh thank you <3
you'll find out what happens to mr. greg patterson later
huehuehuehueehueuhuehue

[Asherwy]

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Red and the Outlaws

The Trending Star's jingle echoed throughout the studio, as the director signalled for the show to start. Red twisted his fingers together, constantly wiping his sweaty hands against his designer jeans. This was going to be his first time on live television with his band, and he was beyond nervous. Watching the MC begin to introduce the show and make corny jokes, his fellow band members Quentin, Fritz and Howie appeared at his side. Fritz leaned over and got right up to his face, squinting quizzically. "Ey, you look like you just your mother just died."

Quentin snorted and laughed is extremely strange laugh. "Hurkhuegruuheerr...nice one Fritzy."

"But seriously, what's up? Are you seriously this nervous? We've performed live before and you get nervous about a talk show?" Howie placed his elbow on top of Red's head, using him as an armrest.

"This is different! We had no rehearsals for this, it's just going to be completely improvised!" Red started vibrating in panic. "What should I say? What do I do? I don't know!"

"Okay, okay calm down." Their band leader, Fritz, pulled his ears and pressed his forehead against his. "Pretend you're just talking to them in a room with no cameras. I mean, actually once you start you won't even notice the cameras."

"Easy for you to say! The three of you have already been on two shows while I was sick!" Red protesting, wringing the bottom of his shirt now.

"Which is why everyone's anticipating your appearance now!" Quentin chuckled, wiggling a brow at him.

Howie raised his own eyebrows at him. "Quentin. Not helping."

Red's teeth were chattering now, his entire body slick with sweat as he continued to tremble. Howie ruffled his black-dyed hair and placed his hands on Red's vibrating shoulders. "Okay, listen. Whenever you get stuck, I'll help you out okay?"

Red could only manage a tiny nod before one of the crew members motioned for them to go on. They group nodded and headed over to the set. Fritz sauntered over to his seat when the MC hadn't even finished introducing them and the audience burst out in laughter. Quentin and Howie smiled and tiptoed after him, waving sheepishly to the camera as well as the audience while Red shakily followed right behind Howie.

"So," The MC began, "We welcome the Outlaws!" The crowd applauded. "Now, let's start our introductions with the band leader. What is your name?"

Red was using the sleeves of his jacket to wipe sweat off his face as Fritz answered the MC's questions with confidence, making funny gestures and comments while the audience burst out laughing. Soon enough, Quentin's 'cool guy' impression had left the audience amused while they were impressed by Howie's maturity. The MC joked about how Howie should be the leader instead, while Fritz made a face that had the MC laughing too. Then it was Red's turn.

"So, now we have Red!"

He managed to stop shaking and exhaled, staring straight at the camera. "Hello, I'm Red, Outlaw's lead vocalist." He did a small wave and Howie grinned at him, mouthing the words 'nice job.'

The MC smiled. "Awww, their vocalist is so cute! Come to think of it, you looked like a scared little puppy when you came on stage, what happened?"

Red suddenly felt extremely relaxed, the words flowing out easily. "Actually I was really nervous since this was my first talk show."

"Oh yeah, you couldn't do the other shows."

"Yes that's right, I'm very happy to finally do one, even though I was scared at first." Red admitted, smiling.

"I could actually see you trembling before you went on stage, you were like this." The MC did an over exaggerated imitation of Red while teasing him, finally causing the young boy to laugh.

"Alright, now that we're done with introductions, let's move on!"

There were multiple questions about the entire band after that, then they did a few activities organised by the show. Once they were all seated again, the MC pulled a necklace out of his pocket and dangled it in front of him. "I bought this from a shady stall in a night market, I really like it. What do you boys think?"

Fritz leaned closer to the object, narrowing his eyes. "What kind of design is that?"

The MC took the charm in his hand and held it up. "It's a DNA necklace, there's DNA in it."

Fritz nodded in understanding, Howie joining Fritz's nodding while Quentin just observed with a cool gaze. Red furrowed his brows together in slight confusion. "So do you put your blood in it?"

"Oh no no, it's the shape of the DNA." The MC explained, Quentin holding back a smile while Howie covered his mouth, giggling.

Red still had questions. "Is everyone's DNA different?"

There was a dead silence, as if the entire studio froze. After a few moments everyone burst out laughing, Fritz pointing a finger and slapping his thigh, almost falling off the chair. Even Quentin couldn't hold back his alien laugh. Howie was already on the ground and the MC was staring at him in disbelief with a huge grin pasted onto his face. Red was the only one not laughing, still looking like a lost bunny.

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Poor Red

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[Asherwy]

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leo and jeff

Heavy raindrops pounded against the hard concrete road as a car zoomed by, splashing water onto the pavement. A boy's wet footsteps seemed to echo throughout the desolate town, followed by another set. The boy didn't turn around to see his pursuer nor did he seem to care. He was drenched from head to toe, his grey shirt plastered against his body, water sloshing around carelessly in his cheap boots.

"Leo!"

A gruff voice could be heard from behind him, but the boy kept on walking, ignoring the overbearing presence at his back. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder, forcing the boy to turn around and face the man. The man was bald, raindrops sliding off his head neatly onto the white tank top he was wearing. There was nothing particularly eye-catching about this man, other than the friendly glint in his dark eyes. Leaning over, the man whispered into the boy's ear, his voice raspy. "You should answer when someone calls your name, Leo." He teased, shaking him gently.

Leo stared at the man dully, as if he was watching an overrated children's show. The man clicked his tongue in disappointment and removed his hand from the boy's shoulder. He then held it up in front of Leo's face and waved. The boy just watched the man's jagged rings with dried blood permanently encrusted into them. "Leo what's up? Why'd you just take off when the gang wasn't even finished with the game?" He asked.

Leo's grey eyes seemed to detest the man, almost like he was looking down on the guy although he was a foot taller than him. Sighing, he blinked once before looking the man straight in the eyes. "Jeff is it? Or is it Maxine Clarence Rotter? What an interesting name. I can't imagine why you would pick such strange new name like Jeff Winston. I can't imagine why you wouldn't tell me about what you did." He commented casually, a hint of betrayal tinting his voice, rain dripping from the strands of his even darker brown hair.

Jeff stepped back in surprise, fear flashing across his face just for a second before it vanished, replaced by an accusing glare. "How do you know this?" He growled, dark eyes slicing the boy, as if he was trying to find out what else he knew.

Leo wasn't fazed the slightest, maintaining his expressionless gaze. "Yes, son of Felix Rotter who was a military general. You killed your mother to show your father that you weren't a coward. You killed your father as well, burned down your home and escaped the police. Yet you are still a coward."

Jeff snatched up the collar of Leo's shirt with both hands, his face twisting in fear and disbelief, masked with fury. "Leo. How. Do. You. KNOW THIS?!" He screamed, veins beginning to pop along his neck and the side of his head.

The corners of Leo's mouth were tugged into a disturbing smile, though his the grey of his eyes were splintering with hurt and betrayal. "Now you're assaulting me? I guess it's appropriate to say that an idiotic bastard is easy to figure out."

Jeff roared and hurled the boy into one of the shop windows, a deafening crash sounded above the thundering rain as the man lumbered towards the broken window where the boy was beginning to stand up. Blood trickled down from Leo's forehead, still smiling teasingly at the bald man. "Come on. See if you can kill your best friend too." He taunted.

The man's face flashed with hurt before let out another bellow and charged at the boy, who dodged out of the way and back onto the pavement. Jeff tripped over the window frame and smashed his face into the lake of broken glass. Leo yanked out a shard from his arm and pulled a gun from his pocket. Jeff got back up again and stormed towards Leo, his appearance quite unsightly. Just as the man was about to land a blow to his face, Leo ducked and pulled the trigger, the bullet burying itself into Jeff's stomach. He collapsed onto the ground while Leo shoved the gun pack into his pants. He wasn't smiling anymore.

He squatted down at the man's head and patted the shiny globe, then turning the man over onto his back. "Sorry bud."

Jeff opened one of his eyes and moved his mouth weakly, his voice coming out in a pained whisper. "This isn't..... over..."

"No, it's not." Leo agreed. Distant police sirens sounded from down the road. Leo placed a piece of candy on Jeff's chest before he took off down the pavement.

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[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

Lol ohmy goodness xD
Poor Red indeed!
At the beginning I was like oh lord where is this going and then I was like oh man this guy xD
I did feel bad for him lol that scene wasnt dramatic like I expected but I liked it a lot!
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Woah just read the last one
Holy smokes
I loved that so much do u even realize
It took a serious turn at the end that made me totally switch sides. At first I was on Leo's and then I found myself seeing Jeff as the victim in more ways than just getting shot
Idk I really liked it
And in both I was extremely impressed by the descriptions and small details like the guy's laugh and leaving the candy on him
Faaaantastic job I cant wait for more!

[Asherwy]

thankyouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
so so so so so much
I'm currently storming through yours x3
and i just realised a couple of mistakes in them so i'll just fix that up, whoops

[raey]

awww Ash <3
You know I love your writing - I like all of them really, really much.
But captain is right - the last one is just like "woooohaaaa what ...." especially the candies, that is like I would say "krass"
good job ^^

[Asherwy]

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ashen, kiyoko, david and jayce

The school bell rang throughout the campus, signifying the start of lunch. There was a chorus of shouts and doors opening at the same time, students pouring out of classrooms and heading towards either the cafeteria or their lockers. One girl in particular with black hair exited her classroom much later than the rest, making her way over to another classroom and peeking inside to see a pretty Japanese girl about to leave. Stepping aside, the dark-haired girl opened the door for her and grinned, the girl coming out of the classroom grinning back. "Hi Ashen," She said, doing a small wave as she adjusted her backpack. "Home lunch or school lunch?"

"Ello Kiyoko. Home lunch today." Ashen responded, "Do you have school lunch again?"

"Yeah," Kiyoko sighed and made a pouty face. "Can you come with me?"

"Yep. Let's just bring our bags to the cafeteria, we have P.E. after this anyway." Ashen suggested swinging around her sports bag with one arm.

"Okay."

The two walked together until they reached the cafeteria's double doors and pushed them open, being greeted by the sound of students talking and eating. They quickly found a spot in the far corner of the canteen and put their bags down before weaving through the tables and kids to get to the lunch line. Kiyoko stood on her tiptoes and craned her neck to see the menu for today, her eyes immediately brightening. "They have fish ball soup!" She exclaimed excitedly.

Ashen chuckled and combed a hand through her hair. "Get it then."

Kiyoko gave her a look saying 'no way' and raised her eyebrows. "No, I wasn't going to get it at all." She said sarcastically, a smile breaking out on her face right after.

They chatted about classes while the line slowly progressed forward, talking about how Kayla Larkins always makes unnecessary comments. "She just expresses her opinion way too much, and she's so negative. No one likes her. You already know how much she pisses me off."

Ashen shrugged. "Eh, she can be nice when she wants to. Remember when she randomly gave us chocolate during food technology? That was good chocolate." She licked her lips while Kiyoko stared at her with amusement. "But yeah not many people can stand her. She's really annoying sometimes too."

"No kidding."

Finally, the two of them arrived at the place where they served fish ball soup and Kiyoko smiled at the lunch lady. "Can I have the fish ball soup? With the bee hoon noodles please." The lunch lady returned the smile and carefully placed the thin rice noodles into a bowl with an array of vegetables and fish cakes along with the fish balls.

"Thank you!" Kiyoko said gratefully, stepping out of the line to head for the cashier. "Honestly, they should make separate lines for each type of food, this takes way too long."

"Yeah, they should." Ashen agreed, glancing back at the tremendously long line. It was one of the reasons why their school's lunch break was longer than normal. As the both of them entered yet another line for the cashier, Ashen tapped Kiyoko's shoulder. "I'll get your utensils," She offered, gesturing over to the station with condiments and utensils. "Fork and spoon or chopsticks and spoon?"

"Chopsticks and spoon. Thanks Ashen!"

"Welcome." She replied, stepping out of the line. As she closed the gap between her and the condiments station, she noticed a group of guys crowding around the booth. They looked like they were laughing about something, and at one point she thought she saw a dash of red being squirted onto one of them. Once she was within eyeshot, she paused and saw that they had been spraying each other with ketchup and mustard. Narrowing her eyes in irritation, she cleared her throat and stared at the guys expectantly. "Excuse me." She snarled.

The boys immediately stopped what they were doing at the sound of her voice. "Oh hell it's Ashen." One of them whispered. Another one smiled nervously at her. "Heeey Ashen."

Ashen simply ignored them and proceeded to collect Kiyoko's utensils with an annoyed glare fixed onto her face. Suddenly, she felt something hit her back. Something wet. Her entire body froze in shock and disbelief, her neck then thawing as she slowly swivelled her head around to see who had shot her. One of the guys cursed under their breath.

"David, you're so dead."

The boy who seemed to have been the one who shot her was trembling. "Shut up Jayce." He mumbled fearfully, lips quivering.

Ashen's dark brown eyes morphed into needles of icy fury as she turned her body to face the boy. She placed the utensils down carefully, her hands shaking. Balling them into fists, she gritted her teeth and rested her icy glare on David. "So you did it?"

The students sitting at nearest cafeteria tables had stopped eating and were watching them with wide eyes, others looked on the scene with interest as they passed by.

Ashen took a step towards David, the boy instantly dropping the mustard bottle. "I-I-I-I'm sorry. Ashen, come on, Ashen..." He pleaded fervently, trying to smile.

"I actually hate mustard." She quickened her pace until she was almost running.

"Ashen!" David shrieked.

She took one giant step and launched her fist towards his face. David shut his eyes, but instead of a excruciating punch, he only felt a slight breeze. He re-opened his eyes to see her callused hand positioned just a centimetre away from his eyes. Exhaling the breath he'd been holding, he collapsed to the ground and yellow liquid began to seep from his pants, wetting the floor around him. The students observing the scene started laughing while others cringed in disgust. The boys that were with David were pointing and laughing also, only two of his close friends actually helped him up to take him to the bathroom. Jayce was one of them. A couple of kids patted Ashen on the back as she lowered her arm, releasing her fists and feeling the blood flow back into her hands.

"Nice one Ash."
"That was hilarious!"
"You're so cool."
"Dang you're scary."

Only one voice actually reached her ears. "I can't believe he wet himself!" The familiar laughter of Kiyoko sang in her ears, causing her to laugh as well.

"Me neither! But I was actually really angry. I'm still kind of pissed off too, and I need to wash this mustard off." Ashen smiled, her face twisting in disgust at the thought of the yellow sauce on her back, probably on her hair too.

"It's a good thing we're changing into our PE clothes later. All you have to do is wash out the bottom of your hair." Kiyoko pointed out positively.

"Oh yeah. How about you go put your food down on our table while I wash it off?"

"Sure, I'll be waiting." Kiyoko grinned one last time and headed off to their table in the corner while Ashen walked towards the ladies' bathroom.

"Ugh Jayce, I swear that woman is crazy!" David wailed, washing his pants in the sink.

Jayce just chuckled and slapped him on the back. "It's your fault for spraying her, but seriously? I can't believe you peed your pants. We're already in highschool."

David grunted in annoyance. "You don't have to remind me. But come on, she's crazy right? She didn't punch me, but if we weren't in school I'm pretty sure she would've."

Jayce didn't reply right away, his gaze following Ashen's figure going to the bathroom as the men's bathroom door slowly closed. "Dunno, I kinda like her."

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