A Prompt Combo!


Two weeks in a row? Maybe I really am back!

Today’s prompt comes courtesy of both #100WordChallenge & #ThursThreads. For 100 words, I couldn’t use the letter “D” – turns out that was a little bit harder than the letter “A” challenge from way back when. For Thurs Threads, I had to include the phrase “I thought I was alone” in the piece. Below is what I came up with.


Maybe it was a mistake to ask for help, to pull Nate into this. But just thinking about him makes me wish I sought help sooner. At my father’s company, I thought I was alone. That I was the only one against the military contracts. I wasn’t, but no one else chose to leave with me. That loneliness still stung.

Even my family…

“Selah?” His voice breaks through my thoughts. When I say nothing, he comes closer. Nate cups my face, catching my tears with his thumbs. I never even felt them fall.

“I’m so sorry.”

He lets me cry.

It feels good to stretch my wording muscles.

As always, think happy thoughts!


#ThursThreads – Tested Patience


Let’s keep the week’s momentum going! Today’s post is inspired by #ThursThreads over on Siobhan Muir’s blog.

Prompt: “I think maybe you’re right.

Nate and Selah’s troubles continue…

Things didn’t get better after we kissed, but they didn’t get worse, either. They did, however, get more frustrating.

Though large, my bunker wasn’t intended for more than just me, and no matter how often we went up for fresh air, the claustrophobia never let up. After a few days of running tests on Nate and watching surveillance footage, my safe place began feeling like a prison.

“How much more do you think you’ll learn from those tests?” Nate’s arm should have developed a bruise from how many times I’ve had to draw blood from the same spot, but every time I removed the needle, it was like nothing happened. No matter how many times I did it, that would never not freak me out.

“I just want to make sure you’re not developing any issues.”

“It’s not like we could fix them, so why bother?” His irritability came and went, and I wondered if it was a side-effect of the serum. Nate’s mood never changed this often or sharply before. But I wasn’t equipped to examine his brain. “I think-”

“Maybe you’re right, and these tests are pointless.” I sighed, sealing the latest sample.”But I want to know I’ve done everything I can.”


“And it’s not like we have anything better to do.” We couldn’t leave until I was sure my father wasn’t looking for us anymore, and just that morning I caught one of his goons in the footage from my first safe house. “So sit tight.”

Some day they’ll get out of the bunker, but that day is not today. That day probably won’t be until another prompt draws them out.

Be sure to checked out the other responses at the prompt.

As always, think happy thoughts!

#100WordChallenge, we meet again


Sometimes you just need to scroll through your own content for inspiration. Today, I was scrolling through, trying to jog some memories, when I came across one of my posts for this word prompt series. Then I realized it’s Wednesday, and the new challenge for the week should be up.

This has always been among my favorite prompt series – I perform my best word acrobatics under tight word counts. So here we are!

Prompt: Delicacy

As a human, I never realized how breakable I was. It wasn’t until after I died that I understood how fragile my existence had truly been. Now, tasked with protecting everyone left behind from unspeakable horrors, I have to harness a delicacy I’ve never possessed. I barreled through life tripping over my own feet. I’d always relied on my stubbornness, my brute force of will, what I saw as resilience.

But that won’t work here. The smallest mistake, tiniest miscalculation, and I’ll be the horror they have to worry about.

And there’s no one around to protect them from me.

That took a darker turn than I was expecting. Not to mention that I did not go into this intending to write something in the realm of Withered Legacy. But what can I say? When Lexia takes over, she does not let go.

As always, think happy thoughts!

Waking Beauty


Happy Monday!

I’m starting the week off on the right foot – went to the gym this morning, work is making sense, and look – even wrote a bit! Let’s hope this momentum keeps up as I get ready to tackle the hardest rewrite I’ve ever had to do.

Thanks to some beta reader feedback and a long conversation with my sister, I’m completely rethinking/reimagining how Nocturne Vow is going to go. I’m talking total overhaul of the story, some mythos tweaking, and a redo of the arranged marriage scenario. Wish me luck!

In the meantime, enjoy this little piece that I hope doesn’t turn into a distraction and its own monster.

Prompt: Cara Michael’s #MenageMonday Challenge

I’ve read about out of body experiences, but nothing could prepare me for this. It’s one thing to hear stories, to imagine seeing yourself on the edge of death – but it’s a whole other thing to watch loved ones come and go, always with tears in their eyes. To listen to their prayers, unable to do anything about them.

“Stubborn as ever.” He always comes out of nowhere. This time, he’s beside me, leaning against the wall. The Reaper smiles, but his silver eyes are focused on my form on the bed.

“Yeah.” If anyone had told me all I had to do to not die was refuse, I’d have laughed in their face. But here I am, unwilling to let the Reaper take me. It’s been a few days since his last attempt, though. “So try again if you’d like, but I’m not budging.”

“That’s not why I’m here.” He turns to me. “I have a proposition for you.”


“I’ll wake you up.” He gestures to the bed before crossing his arms. “But you’ll owe me.” There’s an edge to his voice.

“Owe you what?”

“A favor.”

“That’s it?”

He nods, offering his hand. “You have my word. Just between us.”

I don’t know what his word is worth, but the gravity in his voice rings with truth.

“Okay. Deal.” I take his hand and he pulls me in. Our lips meet, the kiss brief, before he disappears in a cloud of smoke.

With a gasp, I wake.

As always, think happy thoughts!


I actually won! It’s my first Menage Monday win 🙂


A triumphant (?) return


So I just realized the other day that I haven’t posted anything here since December of last year. Shame on me. That being said, I have been getting a ton of writing done. If you’ve poked around my social media lately, you’ll notice that I’ve taken down Nocturne Vow and I’ve been talking about it on Twitter. Nocturne Vow is on its third draft (second rewrite!) and it’s taken on a life of its own, basically monopolizing all my writing time.

But I’ve managed to carve out some time today for #ThursThreads, and I intend to participate in these weekly prompts more often. At least once a month, because something I just really need a break from the monster that Nocturne Vow has become.

Prompt: “If I had held my tongue”


Maybe it’s the cold, or reflecting on the past, or the thought of what I put Nate through, but when tears start burning behind my eyes, I can’t stop them. I bite my lip, trying to keep from outright sobbing. Despite my sad attempt at self-control and how I try to turn away from Nate and head back inside, he notices.


“I still have some tests to run on your blood. You can stay out here as long as you need.” Instead of letting me go, he grabs my hand, stopping me short of the tunnel.

“You did the right thing.”

“Did I?” Still, I don’t pull away. It’s almost comforting, having him anchor me from the thoughts spiraling in my head. “Maybe I never should have said anything. I could’ve just kept my head down. If I had held my tongue, maybe I could have sabotaged my father from the inside.”

“There’s no use dwelling on that-”

“I wouldn’t have dragged you down with me. You wouldn’t have been shot. I wouldn’t have injected you with-”

Nate cuts me off with his lips against mine. His hands cup my face, holding me still for two heartbeats before he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against mine. Stunned, I can’t even look at him.

“I made my choice, Selah.” Nate steps away before walking past me and toward the tunnel. “That’s not on you.”

I wait until I can’t hear his footsteps anymore before I follow after him.

As always, think happy thoughts!

A wild post appears!


Me, entirely too happy about Complete The Story, a prompt book by Piccadilly, Inc


It’s been a while, I know, but I haven’t forgotten about this blog. With all the craziness going on with Tumblr, this blog will probably start seeing a bit more activity, maybe.

That being said, that’s not why I’m posting today. Today, I’m posting because I’m super excited about this book I just bought! Every page is a new writing prompt in the form of the first couple lines of an unfinished story, and you all know how much I love writing prompts!

Anyway, I’m just really excited and wanted to share. I’ve even already filled one of the prompts! Check it out below! I’ve bolded the portion that was the actual prompt.

Happy reading!

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A quiet moment


Entering a new flash challenge! How could I not, when the prompt basically screamed “Flamel Project”? Today’s post is inspired by Cara Michaels’ #MenageMonday flash prompts. Check it out at the link!


Though he hid it well, Nate was struggling with claustrophobia. The lack of windows didn’t help, plus the sleeping space wasn’t exactly roomy. His pacing was grating on my nerves, too, so I did us both a favor.

“Do you want to go outside?” My eyes were on his blood sample under the microscope, but I heard him stop.

“Can we?”

Pushing away from the counter, I motioned for him to follow.

“Emergency exit.” We walked through the sleeping space into a tunnel with a ladder that led out of the bunker. It was a bit of a climb, but worth it. Outside, we emerged onto a steep cliff. The northern lights shone above us, reflecting off the lake at the bottom of the drop, and though it was cold, the sight was beautiful and it felt good to breathe fresh air.

I thought we would sit in silence, but he had other plans.

“So what made you stir the pot? Building this bunker couldn’t have been an overnight decision.”

“We were supposed help people. Cure cancer, auto-immune diseases, build viable limbs from scratch.” I pulled my coat around tighter. “Not make super soldiers. I knew my father was hiding something, and when I saw the military contracts…I just couldn’t do it anymore.” I looked away from the lights and at my feet. “Alchemy wasn’t meant to create weapons.”

“Selah, you saved my life.” He stood in front of me, pulling my gaze to his.

“But at what cost?”

Be sure to check out the rest of the responses at the prompt!

As always, think happy thoughts!