I try to take advantage of the down time I get at work, which, if you’ve read my fan fiction, you’ll know is a great deal. Even on a Friday night, I found myself with enough time to write three flash fiction pieces.
*Don’t forget, if you’re ever inspired by the Writing Prompts, let me know so I can share your creations here as well.
The first prompt was meant to deter me from writing more romantic fanfic, it really is a problem, one I find myself happy to indulge, but instead it gave me an idea for a scene. Fairly soon, some version of it will find its way there. 😉
I wasn’t certain what had startled me awake – the unsettling sounds coming from the dark, the throbbing of my head, or the deep chill upon my skin. I awoke to find myself in Alistair’s protective embrace, on the cold stone floor of a prison cell, in nothing but my small clothes. Looking up to his face, past the bare expanse of his chest, I said teasingly, “It’s a shame we are unable to take advantage of this privacy, given our situation is so dire.”
He laughed in spite of himself, and responded with a wink, “Yes, unfortunately, this is no time for romance.”
The advert had promised “sights not to be missed,” and the showing had not disappointed, but there was another advert, one meant to be understood only by the one it was intended for. She had read it and arrived early to ensure she would not be taken by surprise. There was nothing about her that would give her away as anything but a proper Victorian lady, but for the one who waited for her across the gallery, she was as deadly as she was well dressed.
After watching the birth of yet another system, they were surprised to find that it still gave them chills. There was nothing quite like the explosion of color and the dazzling display of light. Knowing that life would soon be springing forth made them each excited for different reasons. The demon’s smile was smug with all the temptations waiting to be explored. The angel nudged the other knowing that after countless millennia, nothing had changed.