Image Writing Prompt #29

“She plays beautifully, doesn’t she?” the man whispered to me.

“If you say so.” I half paid attention to the girl forcing the notes out of her violin. Sure she was good, but I’d heard, and clearly seen, better.

Sitting in my dads’ studio, I was bored out of my mind, itching to get out of here and go see my girlfriend. This stuffy girl’s “performance” made me want to call Ella and make her show them all the way she could make those notes sound 10 times better with her eyes closed. Literally.

My girl not only played better than this, she did so with passion and such raw emotion that you couldn’t help but to stare at her in awe. I’d been the only one to ever hear her play, so if I tried to brag about her, no one would believe me, but I didn’t care. She was much better than this.

“Thank you, Ms. Davis. We’ll call you back and let you know our decision,” my dad said.

The girl smiled and nodded, and her agent got up from his seat next to me, following her out the door.

“That was torture,” my other dad groaned, rubbing his head. “You’d think she was strangling a cat.”

“It wasn’t that bad, Blake,” my dad said.

“It wasn’t that good, either,” I muttered.

“See, even DJ agrees!”

“Stop yelling. I already have a headache, no thanks to you.”

I watched my dads continue to argue as I slipped on my headphones. I needed to hear some real music and I had just the song. I hit play and closed my eyes. It started in the most perfect way ever. With her laugh.

“Are you serious? You want to record me playing one of your songs?”

“Yes, now play, beautiful.”

“Fine, but you owe me another song.”

“Whatever you want.”

Her first cords made me smile every single time. She’d never played this song herself and still hadn’t managed to read sheet music, so she was trying to remember how I played it. Listening to her fumble through the first few lines as she tried to get a feel for the fingering was always cute. Then about a minute in, she played with more confidence, eventually losing herself in the music by the 3 minute mark.

She always wore the most blissful look on her face when she played, and that’s what I wanted to capture the most. That beautiful moment when she was completely at peace. It felt good to know I could do that for her. That I could make her happy.

She deserved to be happy. She deserved to never be hurt again. She deserved to be herself and live her own life. I wanted her to feel that way with me all the time. She felt the same way about me, but I was only happy when she was. It was cute the way she fussed over me, though. She was amazing all the time, but I liked it best when we were alone. She’d really be herself at those times and she just made me smile so much.

“What are you listening to?” my dad asked, pulling my headphones off.

“Nothing,” I said, taking them back.

“Leave him alone, Blake.”

“Aren’t you the least bit curious of the stupid grin on his face, Jamie?”

“Not as much as you are.”

He took my headphones from me and put them on. “Now this is music,” he said a bit loudly.

He took my phone from me and plugged it up to the speakers. In a second, the room was flooded with the pure sounds of my song being played by my girl.

My dad looked up from his desk at me. “Who is this?”

“Someone I found online,” I lied.

“This is really good,” he nodded.

“If only that girl sounded like this. We should recruit whoever this is instead,” my other dad said.

He shrugged. “I wish. I can actually feel something when I hear this. That girl just lacked heart.”

I kept my smile to myself hearing my dads rave about Ella. I would have to tell her this later. The look on her face will be the most adorable thing ever.

“So, DJ,” my dad said, handing me back my headphones, “when did you write this?”

“How do you possibly know that DJ wrote this?” the other interjected.

“Look at his eyes. They’re practically sparkling,” he smirked. “Who’s playing, DJ?”

I put my headphones around my neck and stood, unplugging my phone from the speakers. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Demetrius Jaylen Grayson. You can’t lie to me.”

I shrugged, picking up my backpack. “I’ll see you later.” I walked out the studio and headed down to the lobby. I hummed waiting in the elevator, tapping my fingers to the song still ringing in my head.

I walked out the front door, and stopped letting my eyes adjust to the sun. I looked up and smiled, seeing her. She looked so beautiful, the wind blowing through her light blue hair as she leaned against the hood of her car.

“Hey, beautiful,” I called, as I got closer.

She looked up from her phone and smiled. “Hey, handsome. How was work?”

“Not too bad. My dads heard you play and basically called it awesome.”

“What? How?”

“One of them stole my phone while I was listening to you. They don’t know it was you, though.”

“Oh.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and retreated to her thoughts.

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” I asked, kissing her cheek.

“T-they really liked it?” she asked, blushing a little.

“I believe their exact words were ‘This is really good. I can actually feel something when I hear this.’ And they wanted to hire you right away.”

“Wow.” She smiled, her eyes lighting up at the praise.

“See, it’s not just me. You are truly amazing.”

“But your opinion is the only one that matters,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.

I held her waist and kissed her back, biting her lip in the process.

“Watch it,” she hissed.

“I’d watch you anytime,” I smirked.

She pushed me away and walked around to the passenger’s side. “Get in the damn car,” she said before getting in. I tossed my bag in the back and got in the driver’s seat and took the keys from her outstretched fingers.

“Where to today?” I asked.

“Surprise me,” she answered, stretching out next to me.

“Yes, ma’am.”



Writing Prompt #29:

‘She plays beautifully doesn’t she?’

‘If you say so.’

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This bitterness I’ve come to know
It burns hotter than before
Pointless enlightenment leaves me numb
No promises for the better days
Only the darkened pain for my demise
Heartless and alone
The life you set me up for
Falling hurt less than knowing you gave up
I’ll never fall again



I fell too hard
You left me shattered and bruised
I thought you had me
But you let me down
Now I’m stuck in pieces
My broken heart fragments
Too small to pick up
Blowing away with the dust
Scattered to the ends of the earth



Tell me this is worth it
This thing we have
Let me know it’s not a fatal mistake
Make me believe it’ll be just fine
Promise me you’ll be there for me
I need this more than you know
Just say it’s all okay
Because I’m already falling
And nothing can stop me


Broken Angel

Be my beautiful broken angel
Swallowed up by the dark
Fallen from grace
With a broken heart
Torn and tattered wings
Ripped apart by the night
Eyes gouged by the shadows
Never again to see light
My sweet hollow treasure
Without love or a friend
Just pain and misery
As company for your end
Scared, scarred, and maimed
Silent unheard plea
Full of denial and regret
But I know it’s just me


Hello, Internet!

Hey there, universe. I appreciate the way you’ve been kicking my butt lately, but it’s finally my turn to kick back!

Hello to everyone that’s still hanging around. I just want to give a great big hug and thank you to you guys, gals, and complete weirdos (like me). Also super shout out to Ragazza Triste. If you haven’t already, you should check out her blog. She has amazing posts and pieces that I am in love with. YOU SHOULD GO THERE!


And now that I’m done pressuring you, I present a new short story titled Little Snow Doll. There are birds chirping and beautiful flowers blooming outside, so obviously I give you a story set in winter, after a massive snow storm. Please read and comment. Happy reading!



Hello to You!

Hello, everyone!

I hope your year is off to a good start and if not, I hope it gets better. I come to you today for mainly 2 reasons: Thank yous and new short story!

First off, thank you to all that kept up with, read, and/or liked A-to-Z: The Emotional Alphabet. I love when others enjoy my writing. It was a fun challenge for me, and I hope you all might have been inspired to try it out yourselves. If you haven’t read them (or you just want to read them again. I’m not one to judge.😁) check out A-to-Z here.

Second, YES! I did mention a new short story, lovingly titled by one of my friends: Sleep Deprived. This story unexpectedly came to be as my friend complained that she needed something to read. It was only supposed to be 4 parts, but after all the whining and pestering, my friend managed to get 12 out of me. It is about the relationship between two childhood friends with insomnia. Please take time to read it. Also, as this is outside my usual area, and due to language and certain content, I must warn you (I cannot stress this enough), Sleep Deprived is FOR READERS AGE 18 AND OLDER (All caps. Bolded. In red. Don’t ignore it!) Please, please, PLEASE! read at your own discretion.

Also, I’d love to hear from you all. I encourage all comments, criticisms, or just plain hellos, so do send me some.

Anyway, that about sums up this greeting. Happy reading!


Writing Prompt #141

All that we fought for was gone in a matter of seconds, swept away by the torrent of water.

“No! NO!” Kelsea yelled.

I grabbed her as she tried to jump into the raging river. “Kelsea, it’s gone.”

“It can’t be! Without it, our friends, our families, everyone will die!” She began to cry. “They were all counting on me…and I failed them.”

I held her tightly, careful not to crush her delicate, fluttering wings. “We did all we could. Something obviously doesn’t want us to figure this out. Maybe this was supposed to happen.”

She looked up at me, her bright purple eyes full of tears. “Why would anyone want our entire colony to die? Who would wish for something so vulgar?”

I felt a sharp twinge in my chest as I saw the look of a girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders. I opened my mouth to speak, staring into her expectant eyes, but nothing came out. She buried her face in my jacket and I simply stroked her soft blonde hair.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d knocked the small wooden box into the water on purpose. Kelsea didn’t know what I knew and I wouldn’t let her.

The ones that she thought were relying on her sent her out into a world that she knew nothing about, hoping that she’d die alone and scared. I shielded her from the nasty comments from her followers. She was one of the best queens we’d ever had, but just because she chose to fight The Darkness rather than run from it, everyone wanted to kill her.

“I tried so hard and I have nothing to show for it,” she sobbed.

“You did more than enough,” I said, inwardly cursing myself for what I was doing to her.

“We won’t even make it back in time to apologize.”

“I know.” I looked up and watched as the last glance of our hot air balloon slipped above the clouds. I untied it to distract her while I tossed the box. “We should look for somewhere new to live.”

“Felix,” she whispered, clenching a handful of my jacket.

“Yes,” I answered.

“I feel horrible.”

“I know, but this isn’t your fault.”

She shook her head and quietly laughed. “When you mentioned us living together, I felt my heart skip a beat.” She looked at me, her bright eyes growing dim. “I’m happy I failed.”

“Kelsea, what are you talking about?” Seeing her wings start to morph, I instantly regretted my decision.

My hold on her loosened as she stood. Her beautiful golden hair turned black as night, and the moon shone on her newly tattered wings now coated with shadowed shimmer. “Who cares if those ungrateful pricks die?” she grinned. “I finally have all I ever wanted.”

I stared in horror at the mysterious dark figure looming before me that had consumed the girl who I’d risked my life for countless times.

“It’s just you and me from now on, King Felix,” she hissed with a smile that chilled me to my core.

What had I done?




Writing Prompt #141: All that they fought for was gone in a matter of seconds swept away by the torrent of water.

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