#SwiftFicFriday – Week 35 Prompt

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 35 Prompt

Welcome to the new and improved word sprint writing prompt series – #SwiftFicFriday!

After some feedback and more consideration, I’m updating the rules to give more people a chance to participate! Instead of 30 minutes or just an hour, I’m opening the prompt up to FOUR hours: 8:30PM-12:30AM on the east coast.

Other things to keep in mind:

– Include social media links/handles/anything you want to promote (Twitter, FB, etc) & word count in the comment with your submission.
– Submission must be between 150-300 words.
– All stories are property of the authors.
Winner will be determined via reader votes over the weekend.

Ready, set, write!

Prompt: We return to a song prompt! This one has been stuck in my head/been playing on repeat for the last couple of days.

Happy writing!

3 thoughts on “#SwiftFicFriday – Week 35 Prompt

  1. Interesting song. I can definitely see how it can hook you in. Here’s where my mind went for whatever reason tonight…

    Drunken Dreams

    Music thumped, deep reverberations pulsing through his chest. Bodies gyrated under strobing lights, grinding against each other in ways that bordered on obscene. Given the way most of them dressed, their movements didn’t leave much to the imagination.

    But none of them looked like her. None of them were her. He sighed and turned to leave.

    “Lucas, man! Whatcha doin’? The party is about to get good. The girls’ll be losing their clothes before too much longer.” A blond twenty-something staggered over, drink in hand and lecherous grin.

    “Don’t matter, Ricky, ain’t her.”

    Ricky shoved Lucas’s shoulder, spilling a little of his drink. “Whatever, man. She left you. Again. Go find another woman, at least for tonight. It’ll happen for you, guaranteed.”

    “You go enjoy yourself, Ricky. I just can’t do it, not yet.” Lucas wiped his arm from where the sticky alcoholic drink left a trail.

    Ricky stumbled into the crowd, downing big swallows of his drink. Lucas worked his way toward the door, the music and morass fading behind him.

    Outside, he looked up into the cool night sky. Light faded out most of the beauty he’d remembered as a kid, but a few stars still fought their way through to twinkle down at him.

    He wondered where she was now. Did she even think of him anymore? Lucas sighed again and made his way down the sidewalk. The streetlight at the corner blinked a slow green, yellow, red at him, the red hand flashing with a stubborn insistence.

    “Hey stranger, where are you going?”

    The feminine voice washed over him like a dream. He turned to see her standing there, hand on her hip, looking at him. Was she really there? Or was she just a figment of his rather drunk imagination?

    Comes in at 295 words.

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  2. Hades stood at the end of a one-way rocky path. A frown creased his expression and furrowed his brow, hands clasped behind his back. The sounds of torment that wafted over the towering walls ahead always bothered him more than he cared to admit.

    “How long have you been standing there?”

    He turned half way to notice Tisiphone walking down the path toward the gated doors, curling her whip in her hands. The Fury sister had blood on her hands, a normal occurrence. “Too long, likely.”

    “Do you need something?”

    “Not at all.”

    “Then why are you standing at the edge of Tartarus?”

    A faint chuckle escaped Hades. “I’m not quite sure. Tisiphone, should you not be up on your perch at the gates?” He gestured toward the columns across the River of Fire.

    A scowl crossed the Furies’ face as if she resented being called out. “I am heading there once more. The last greedy bastard snapped the last life out of my whip and I needed it replaced.”

    “I see.”

    “Don’t patronize me, King Hades. No evil will escape this house of sin on my watch.”

    His lips pursed into a thin line, both at the title reminder and the obvious disdain in her voice. “Except right now you are not on your watch, might I point out,” Hades growled. “Now return to it.”

    Tisiphone mocked a bow. “As you wish.” Then she sauntered off toward the gates.

    After being sure she was out of earshot Hades sighed deeply and pushed a hand over his hair. He glared up at the walls. Some days he would give anything to challenge his brothers to a dominion swap. Today was definitely one of those days.


    285 #CampNaNo #Embermyst words

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