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Writing Prompt Wendesday #4

All of my writing prompts I got from Pinterest.

I heard a knock on my door at midnight. The only people I know who would dare knock at midnight are my best friend, Sara-Anne, and my little brother Jason. That wasn't the case today, I opened my door to find a cloaked teenager. He shoved his way in and sat down at my table. I followed him to the table even though I haven't a clue who he is. He takes off his hood to reveal a head of dark brown hair and blue eyes. 

"Who are you?" I questioned.

"My name is Atlas, my father is the Devil and he sent me here to give you your soul back. We need a favor."

"What kind of favor?" I leaned towards Atlas.

"My father wants me to take over for him. He is in bad health after a battle. I don't want to be the Devil, most hated man in the world. You know, besides Hitler. Father agreed that if I can gain a wife in the human world he will let me live here and live the position to my sister, Sasha." Atlas explained.

"Where do I come into all this?" 

"You're contract with my father is up, Juliet, and I was hoping that you would let me stay here while I try and find a wife. You're very pretty and I will respect your space. I promise I won't hurt you. I bound my powers and plan to become a lawyer. I want to help people, not hurt them. Though everyone in Hell deserves to be there, I don't agree that they couldn't have been changed in their past."

I secretly awed at his change of heart, not letting himself be overwhelmed by his fathers judgement. I do have a spare bedroom and I was planning on putting up an ad for a roommate soon. Besides, I don't think I could turn down someone as cute as Atlas.

"I have a spare room that you could stay in, Atlas. I will only let you stay if you give me a chance to become your wife. I don't want to pressure you but at least I understand your past. I can help you apply for law school as well. Deal?" I offered my hand to Atlas.

"Deal." Atlas reached into his pocket and grasped an orb of light before shaking my hand, returning my soul to me in the process.

"You can move in immediately, go back to Hell and inform your father. I'll clean that room out." I stood up and tried to walk, I ended up almost falling if Atlas hadn't caught me.

"Believe it or not it does take a minute to let your soul sink in. You should sit down." He said, leading me over to my gray couch and gently sitting down, with his arm around me.

"Try and sleep, I'll be back in a bit with my stuff." Atlas said before vanishing.

*Two years later*

"Atlas, where's Mocha? I can't find her." I called to my husband from our room.

"She's outside, getting a start on making our backyard hers. You okay in there, Juliet?" His voice got louder as he walked across the house and into our room.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I can handle a box or two, Atlas. I am not helpless." I huffed, annoyed.

"I know, Jules." Atlas stated, hugging me from behind and kissing my cheek.

Laughing, I turned around and kissed him properly. We've had our ups and downs since his father let him live in the human world. We've been happily married for a year and Atlas just got his first job as a lawyer. A couple of months ago we found out we were pregnant, I usually get my period every two months. I am four months pregnant now and we are so excited.

Atlas sank down to his knees and kissed my growing belly. Life with our bundle of joy is going to be great.

Writing Prompt #3

The Writing Prompts I use are from Pinterest, I don't own them.

"Hello, brother." I said, leaning up against the wall.

"It's been a while, Jared. How have you been?" Malcolm answered.

"Good, business is good as well. I saved an old man from death yesterday."

I run a business with my brother, who was born again on our 21st birthday. We save loved ones from death for cash or if we're feeling giving, we do it for free. Immoral Time Travel is a shop for old school gifts and gags. We get steady business from pranksters and young boys. In the basement is our planning room, we like to plan every "mission" so that it won't mess with time too much. Sometimes it's unfortunately really, I would love to shorten the earth's population.

I wish we could go back and alter time to fix Mom and Dad's death. It's just too risky, they died when we were young, I got the power to time travel from my Dad. Malcolm did too but when his body stopped progressing something happened with his time travel, he hasn't traveled since. Pity really, we could save a lot more people if he could go out in the sun for more than 2 hours.

"Great, I bet Mrs. Valentino payed a lot of money to have her husband rescued, eh?" Malcolm chuckled.

"Just 25 thousand, nothing big. She didn't want to tell her children that their father wouldn't come home again. It was hell getting him out of the battlefield, I almost got caught. Sargent Morgan didn't believe me at first but it's all fine now. Mr. V is back home with his children, they sent him home since his PTSD was so bad from watching one of his friends earlier in the week die."

"Poor fellow. Hope he feels better soon. Good job though, man. Now we need to go home. I can hear Viv call you from here, she's quite the screamer.  And Victoria isn't very pleased with me. My new name is not a pleasant one." Malcolm winked at me before disappearing, leaving only the memory of him behind.

I walked to my car and shook my head as I got in, on my way to Viv.

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Writing Prompt #2

The Writing Prompts I use are from Pinterest, they don't belong to me and I do not claim them.

     It's the year 3064 and life has changed so much since the year 2020. I haven't aged since I turned 18, 1,044 years ago. I have been waiting for my soul mate for so long, watching couple after couple grow old together and live happy lives.  You wouldn't believe how many jobs I have gone through and how far technology has advanced. We have holographic phones, but we have yet to master the flying car. One step at a time I guess. 

     My name is Vivian Raylie and I am still waiting. I am currently walking through Walmart, yes we still have them, making sure to make eye contact with everyone around me and look for mints. I was trying to choose a flavor when I heard someone cough behind me. As I turn around I see what has to be one of  the sexiest men ever. He smiles at me and introduces himself as Michael Clifford. His hair is blond and he has an eyebrow piercing, which haven't been popular since 2016. I shyly smile at him and ask him if I am in his way.

"No, you're not. I know this will sound weird, but would you like to hang out later? I know this awesome cafe in town." His smile is blindingly beautiful.

"I would like that, I haven't had friends in a while." I realized that I shouldn't have said the last part but he didn't seem fazed.

He gave me his number and we both continued shopping separately. I am looking forward to hanging out with him later. He looks really familiar like I've seen or known him in my past.

*2 yrs later*

Michael and I have started to age again, he got taller! I can't believe I finally found my soul mate after so long. We are planning on getting married in a year when our baby girl turns two. Michael let me go out for a spa day with one of my friends and watched Victoria. When I came back I was greeted with an electric blue colored haired Michael and a small electric blue baby giggling up at her father. I was so mad until he informed me that he found one of the temporary hair color pods in my old bag and had to do it. 

The end :)

Writing Prompt Wednesday #1

So just to verify I get all of my writing prompts off of Pinterest, none of these are owned by me.

I'm taking a risk and doing my first Writing Prompt about Anxiety and Suicide Prevention because people need to know that their words and actions do hurt others and it's not okay. I know that a lot of people don't make it to the end of their story, I just want to let you know that you may not see it now but the journey is worth it, don't give up on your dreams and never stop believing in yourself. You are incredible and I am here if you need me. I'd love to talk to you, help you. Please reach out, don't keep it bottled up because it doesn't help, trust me. Bullying in any shape or form is NEVER okay, it's not kids just being kids or a mandatory part of life, it's something that should be prevented and actions should be taken to prevent it. Schools should own up to it instead of suppressing it and acting like it's normal. People should start speaking up because this doesn't effect just America, it's worldwide and NO ONE should even think about ending their life, cutting or turning to drugs to escape it, Be strong, be kind, and Survive.

#TriggerWarning

     The day had gone well, up until she reached her breaking point. Being the odd one out all of her life she'd accepted the fact that she will never be normal. She'd accepted all of the crappy rumors and snide comments coming from other students and even teachers on either side of the hall, but she couldn't accept this. Her boyfriend cheated on her the same day that she lost all the stuff in her locker to a "flood", to top it all off her Mom wouldn't be home for another two days.

     She felt so alone, no one is here for her. Her Dad left when she was six, her best friend moved to New York and her Mom is constantly traveling. Peyton is at her wits end. After getting home with a soaked backpack and a bill from the school for more than $300 dollars worth of school materials she'd had enough. She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands. She's trying to control the urge to explode.

"One last time," she whispered to herself.

One. Last. Time.

     Then she'd stop taking them, she'd flush them down the toilet and never look back. Peyton reached for her anxiety medication that her therapist prescribed her. Shaking a blue pill out of the bottle and into her hand she filled a cup with tap water and swallowed down the pill. She was about to throw them in the toilet when she realized that if she told her therapist that she'd done it again she'd be cut off and she'd be admitted to the hospital again by her aunt. She'd tried so hard to get the people at school to like her, no matter how she dressed, styled her hair or makeup she wore they wouldn't stop.

     She dreamed of leaving the small, judgemental town and living out her dream of being a singer. That's the only thing that keeps her going, her will to live is the music that she's passionate about. Her favorite bands are her inspiration, All Time Low, Pan!c at the Disco, Memphis May Fire and Sleeping with Sirens, to name a few. She sang when she is sad, the words of the misunderstood people kept her going. One day she hopes that the anxiety will lessen up and she can inspire others who are going through life's harshest moments to survive because the journey may never be easy but it's always worth it.

*End of Writing Prompt*

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