Writing Prompts Week 16: A Story That Begins With A Gunshot

A deafening crack split the once calm air. Mossy had to suppress a cry as he dropped to the ground. His hands shook, searching for a gun which he just couldn’t find. The droning of enemy planes filled his ears as his eyes cast about for any sign of danger or backup.


He couldn’t see.


Another gunshot rang out and this time he couldn’t keep himself quiet. Where was some cover? He had to find cover.


His eyes shot open. The horrible war scene faded and his own ceiling came into view.

“Take some deep breaths.”

Mossy turned to look at the source of the voice. Sitting beside him was a pretty redheaded young lady. There was a purple bruise starting to form around her right eye.


“Hey there, Moss,” she smiled down at him. “You’re back with us now?”

“D-did I d-do that?” He reached out to touch her face, making sure she was real. She winced when his fingers grazed over her swelling eye.

“It’s alright, Mossy. You were having another night terror.”

“I-I’m sorry. I’m so s-sorry.” He sat up, worry and remorse painting his face. “H-how bad i-is it?”

Sierra tilted her head away from him and stood up. “It’s just a bruise. It’ll be gone in a week. Come on, let’s get some breakfast.”

Mossy glanced at the clock on his bedside table. Rather, where it would be. A quick inspection of the floor revealed he needed to buy a new one.

“It’s six thirty,” Sierra told him as she stepped out into the hall. “At least you managed to sleep until the sun came up.”

“W-what are you doing here?” Sierra spending the night at his house wasn’t something that normally happened, and the last thing Mossy had wanted was for her to see him while in the middle of one of his night terrors, not to mention hurting her because of one. He could only assume she was this calm because Nix had previously briefed her about those episodes.

“We got stuck behind a traffic accident after our dinner date and you didn’t want me driving home tired.” Sierra moved around the kitchen with easy familiarity, pulling down a box of cereal and fishing a jug of milk from the fridge. “I slept in your guest room, remember?”

“Oh, right. S-sorry for…” he made a vague gesture to imply waking her up, as well as the black eye she was going to have.

“Don’t worry about it, Mossy. I’ve had worse. Did I ever tell you about the time Trixie broke my nose and had to drive me to the hospital?”

“N-no. What happened?”

“Back when we were first opening the shop, I accidentally snuck up on her and she threw a punch before thinking. I looked like a raccoon for nearly a month.” She handed Mossy a bowl and moved to the little breakfast table. “You have no fruit in your fridge, you know that?”

“R-right. I haven’t been to the market in a w-while. I go v-visit Nix for lunch m-most days.”

“Why’s that?”

“H-he gets lost in his r-research sometimes, so I go make sure Gal and Ben get let out and Nix a-actually eats.”

“I thought Ben and Galileo were mostly self sufficient? I mean, Ben can open the front door.”

“They l-like to look after N-Nix before themselves.”

“Mhm.” Sierra nodded thoughtfully as she chewed. “So, do you want to do anything today, or should I head home and let you try getting some more sleep?”

Mossy chewed thoughtfully on his cereal for a moment. “L-let me get you over to N-Nix first. He has some s-salve so your eye can heal f-faster.”

Sierra nodded and stood to collect the dishes.

“L-let me get those. You go brush your teeth and get ready.”

Sierra smiled. “Alright. Thanks, Mossy.” She leaned down and gave him a peck on the cheek , then glided off to the bathroom.

He idly wondered if there would ever be a time that he wouldn’t blush when she kissed him.


Writing Prompts Week 15: A Story Set At A Festival

Early Autumn was gorgeous around Nix’s town. The leaves were turning and harvest was coming in bountiful this year. He could think of no one he wanted more to share festival day with than Trixie Hatter.

Trixie was not so keen on spending her afternoon with Nix, though. Nix had to invite her best friend stroke business partner stroke roommate to join himself and his best friend Mossy, and then just counted on her to convince Trixie to come along. And bring her along she did.

Sierra and Trixie stepped out of their shared hatchback and into the crisp autumn air and sunshine. Sierra made some observation on the weather holding for the day’s festivities, then turned to spy Nix and Mossy. She grinned wide and waved at them before grabbing Trixie’s hand to drag her over.

“Nix, Mossy, hi!”

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Writing Prompts Week 14: A Story from a Villain’s Perspective

They were a tenacious bunch, she had to admit; more-so than most, at the least.

How many before these had given up before they’d really even started? She’d lost count of all the so-called heroes she’d watched through her scrying pool that had been turned away by the man at the gate, who offered a handsome sum of gold to turn away and forget their mission. A fair few who got past him were often frightened off, if not eaten, by the various carnivorous pets that lived in her enormous garden. Some managed to make it past the great thorn hedge that surrounded the moat, enchanted to show whoever looked into it that which they most desired.

This group had made it past all those previous obstacles and actually inside the tower. She watched with a cat-like fascination as they crept past traps and battled her spiders, then turned away, bored, as they began scaling the webs.

“It looks like you finally have some heroes to rescue you, my dear.”

A young man lying across the couch looked up from his book. “Must I go back? It’s been so lovely here, and I don’t want to go back to being the princess.”

“Now now, you know it’s all part of the plan,” she said, extending a hand towards him and leading him towards a large, guilded cage. “When your parents become overbearing and try to make you wear dresses and court other young men again, you just slip this poison into their food at dinner. They’ll waste away, and when they’re gone, I’ll return to you and I will have the means to make you as you were always meant to be.”

“And you’re certain this will work?”

“Of course. You’re the royal heir to the throne, after all. Why would they suspect you of being in league with the ‘wicked sorceress’ who kidnapped you in the first place?”

The two smiled at each other, and then she vanished. The heroes came to free their lost ‘princess’ and never suspected a thing.

“And now we wait.”

Writing Prompts Week 13: A Story That Takes Place In A Vehicle

(I know this is super late. I’ve been having major writer’s block lately, and I’ll be working to catch up on my prompts now that it’s gone)

Wind was whipping through their hair, a small respite from the stifling heat of summer. The scenery swept by in blurs of green and brown while the distant mountains watched them from the horizon. The sun was slowly reaching towards the end of the day, but that wouldn’t be for hours yet.

“Eliza, close that window. You’ll let all the bugs in!”

Eliza turned towards the boy sitting across from her. He was all height and dark brown skin with hair cut close to his head. He was pushing the oversized glasses he always wore up his nose and scowling.

Her older cousin, Gareth.

Eliza sighed and did as she was asked. “I don’t see the problem. The wind blows most of them away, and it’s so stuffy in here.”

“No fighting, you two,” Her mother called back from the steering wheel. “Just another hour and we’ll be there.”

“Then you can run off and fight all you want,” Eliza’s dad added. He chuckled and rested his gaze back on the road ahead. “Oh no.”

Eliza peeked out around the driver’s seat in front of her. Up ahead she saw something she’d only seen in old movies. A car slid across the highway lanes far too fast and hit the front of a car in the far lane. The first car spun out and the second was knocked back into traffic and slammed the side of a semi truck attempting to pass. The truck swayed, knocking three more cars out of alignment before it tripped over itself and crumbled across the lanes. Some cars by this point had managed to stop, others weren’t so lucky.

And all this happened in the span of a minute.

Eliza let out a breath she forgot she was holding and Gareth whistled. Her parents were gobsmacked, gaping like goldfish at the scene.

“Grab the first aid kit,” Eliza shouted, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Call the paramedics, I’ll get the emergency blanket out of the trunk!”