Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

[-Kiwi-]

Once again I forgot this thread existed...

TODAYS PROMPT: "Don't touch me."

Why? Because I'm in a bad mood lol.

 

[-Kiwi-]

Wow sounds like my character and her mother
I guess mother dragons are not nurturers...

Naw everybody just needs a bad dragon mom in their story for drama.

Right @Silkiesaz?

Haha. This one is particularly nasty one though. Poor Phoenix, my poor child doesn't deserve it :,)

 

[the_peanut_coop]

Oh boy, my first prompt on this thread.

-An introductory story to Paragon Super-Soldiers and why the opportunity should not be given to goth little girls-

Keeter turned his back on Morbetha. "I just don't think that you're okay, and I really can't stand not to know what's going to happen next. You're so... unpredictable. With the name changes and everything. I can't keep up."

He glanced back at his daughter. Her face was blank, expressionless. Good. Emotions would stop her from preparing for what was coming next.

"Morbetha, I'm sorry, but-" he paused. no reaction, no emotion. Just void eyes waiting for him to finish his sentence. "We've decided to send you to a convent school."

Morbetha just stared. Then her lips parted, and she spoke. "Why?"

Keeter adjusted his tie, which felt like it was choking him. "Well, um, we thought that you would be more, well, we just decided. That's final, Morbetha, so don't try and talk me out of it."

Morbetha said, "Okay."

Keeter gave a brisk nod and walked out of the room, although as soon as he was out of the doorway he felt a frigid hand on his shoulder. "Morbetha, please don't touch me. Your hands are cold and you know I'm not a hugger."

"I'm not touching you."

Keeter quickly glanced back at his daughter, fear and stress penetrating his brain. More hands grew from her back and neck, reaching him at the doorway. He couldn't move. The hands lifted him high until he was pinned to the ceiling. He tried to call for help, but it was useless. One of the shadowy extra hands covered his throat, only enough to get a small squeak out.

"Why- why are you doing this?" Keeter managed.

Morbetha said, "I just decided."

Reaching back to her shoulder blades, she grabbed where the wings were rooted and pulled them out effortlessly. They stayed together in a clump as she placed them on the floor, they were still holding her father up in the air.

"Goodbye, Dad." Morbetha sprouted vibrant wings and leaped out the window.

 

[Bakbuk]

I write like two stories and then all of a sudden literally all creative inspiration leaves me never to return ever

 

[the_peanut_coop]

I write like two stories and then all of a sudden literally all creative inspiration leaves me never to return ever

I sit for two seconds and then start typing whatever comes to mind.
in this case, the name "Keeta" 'Morbetha' and a bunch of freaky shadowy hands.

 

[Bakbuk]

I sit for two seconds and then start typing whatever comes to mind.
in this case, the name "Keeta" 'Morbetha' and a bunch of freaky shadowy hands.

But you're a child of randomness and you can get away with it

I haveta make stories aBoUt mY cHarAcTeRsss

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

I am about to give up on my second attempt
Maybe I should keep trying with my wolves, I seem to be able to write them the easiest.

 

[NC_Quail]

Wow sounds like my character and her mother
I guess mother dragons are not nurturers...

ME THREE!

I also have a character with a crazy mother

 

[the_peanut_coop]

Oh boy, my first prompt on this thread.

-An introductory story to Paragon Super-Soldiers and why the opportunity should not be given to goth little girls-

Keeter turned his back on Morbetha. "I just don't think that you're okay, and I really can't stand not to know what's going to happen next. You're so... unpredictable. With the name changes and everything. I can't keep up."

He glanced back at his daughter. Her face was blank, expressionless. Good. Emotions would stop her from preparing for what was coming next.

"Morbetha, I'm sorry, but-" he paused. no reaction, no emotion. Just void eyes waiting for him to finish his sentence. "We've decided to send you to a convent school."

Morbetha just stared. Then her lips parted, and she spoke. "Why?"

Keeter adjusted his tie, which felt like it was choking him. "Well, um, we thought that you would be more, well, we just decided. That's final, Morbetha, so don't try and talk me out of it."

Morbetha said, "Okay."

Keeter gave a brisk nod and walked out of the room, although as soon as he was out of the doorway he felt a frigid hand on his shoulder. "Morbetha, please don't touch me. Your hands are cold and you know I'm not a hugger."

"I'm not touching you."

Keeter quickly glanced back at his daughter, fear and stress penetrating his brain. More hands grew from her back and neck, reaching him at the doorway. He couldn't move. The hands lifted him high until he was pinned to the ceiling. He tried to call for help, but it was useless. One of the shadowy extra hands covered his throat, only enough to get a small squeak out.

"Why- why are you doing this?" Keeter managed.

Morbetha said, "I just decided."

Reaching back to her shoulder blades, she grabbed where the wings were rooted and pulled them out effortlessly. They stayed together in a clump as she placed them on the floor, they were still holding her father up in the air.

"Goodbye, Dad." Morbetha sprouted vibrant wings and leaped out the window.

IN case you were having a hard time with imagery:

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

Have half of something cause today's prompt don't like me


"What are you?" I asked uneasily.

The creature was almost dragon-like. It was small and pitch black, wings appearing undersized. Its head was oval shaped with two rounded ear like bumps.

The most noticeable thing was its eyes.
They're were somehow blacker then its scales and had thousands of dancing white light within.

It seemed to see right into me.

Suddenly it started to walk toward me.

"What are you doing?" I backed up nervously, "Whatever you are please dont touch me! I can leave and you'll never see me again." I begun to wonder if it could even understand me.

Judging the way it didn't even falter in its advance, I assumed not.

Suddenly I tripped, but it continued toward me without hesitation.