Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

[the_peanut_coop]

I will take a sentence from your writings and use it as a prompt. Maybe. Unless I'm too lazy.

Ooh, I want to do that too
Sentance trade?

 

[SunriseChickers]

Ooh, I want to do that too
Sentance trade?

Sure, that sounds like fun! Go ahead and take it from my first post, I guess.

 

[the_peanut_coop]

Sure, that sounds like fun! Go ahead and take it from my first post, I guess.

What's your first post? Is it the how much did you hear one?

 

[the_peanut_coop]

What's your first post? Is it the how much did you hear one?

Okay, well I guess it is.

Prompt: "His only good friend, after sticking by his side relentlessly for eight years, gone just like that. "

His only good friend, after sticking by his side relentlessly for eight years, gone just like that.
“I trusted you not to die…” a deep whisper.
Then General Blakejersey closed his eyes, drew his sword, and severed the head of the mosquito. The giant body flopped to the ground, wings twitching.
“Why is it always the vampires?” He whipped around to the literal cloud of mosquitoes that was terrorizing his family and friends.
“Why is it always the living cloud?” His sister beside him said. It was probably an attempt at a joke, but since he had just seen his best friend and one of the most promising soldiers on the Royal Guard get torn limb from limb by an elephant-sized mosquito, it was a little dry.
“Don’t look at me like that,” She said, glaring at him. “It’s not like my long-lost husband’s soul didn’t recently become one with the evaporation and accumulation-”
“The only sensitive one in my family doesn’t even have my last name yet.”
“Yet… Wait!” His sister stumbled after him, wanting to know more information on his engagement. Fortunately, there were more pressing matters at hand. Like, the whirling vortex of mosquitos converging on the little band of stragglers.
General Blakejersey jumped in front of his friends, his longsword passing through the mosquitos quickly and gracefully. He turned to Skye, who was huddled up with the Heir and the now-dead Captain’s niece.
“Your Highness, are you alright? Have you been bitten?” The girl shook her head.
“Lieutenant Gyldfyre, how are you holding up?”
The captain’s niece’s breath shook as she drew her gladius and stepped up. “I can fight. I am not doing well, but I can fight.”
“Distract them, then. I will observe and then follow shortly.”
The Lieutenant ran from the cloud, leading it away.
“Skye-” He said, thinking. “You’re pathetic.”
Skye sighed because he didn’t expect anything else from his father.
“Would Captain Gyldfyre want-” Skye started.
“Don’t start that now, just go. We can discuss morality, mortality, remorse, and marshmallows later.”

 

[SunriseChickers]

Okay, well I guess it is.

Prompt: "His only good friend, after sticking by his side relentlessly for eight years, gone just like that. "

His only good friend, after sticking by his side relentlessly for eight years, gone just like that.
“I trusted you not to die…” a deep whisper.
Then General Blakejersey closed his eyes, drew his sword, and severed the head of the mosquito. The giant body flopped to the ground, wings twitching.
“Why is it always the vampires?” He whipped around to the literal cloud of mosquitoes that was terrorizing his family and friends.
“Why is it always the living cloud?” His sister beside him said. It was probably an attempt at a joke, but since he had just seen his best friend and one of the most promising soldiers on the Royal Guard get torn limb from limb by an elephant-sized mosquito, it was a little dry.
“Don’t look at me like that,” She said, glaring at him. “It’s not like my long-lost husband’s soul didn’t recently become one with the evaporation and accumulation-”
“The only sensitive one in my family doesn’t even have my last name yet.”
“Yet… Wait!” His sister stumbled after him, wanting to know more information on his engagement. Fortunately, there were more pressing matters at hand. Like, the whirling vortex of mosquitos converging on the little band of stragglers.
General Blakejersey jumped in front of his friends, his longsword passing through the mosquitos quickly and gracefully. He turned to Skye, who was huddled up with the Heir and the now-dead Captain’s niece.
“Your Highness, are you alright? Have you been bitten?” The girl shook her head.
“Lieutenant Gyldfyre, how are you holding up?”
The captain’s niece’s breath shook as she drew her gladius and stepped up. “I can fight. I am not doing well, but I can fight.”
“Distract them, then. I will observe and then follow shortly.”
The Lieutenant ran from the cloud, leading it away.
“Skye-” He said, thinking. “You’re pathetic.”
Skye sighed because he didn’t expect anything else from his father.
“Would Captain Gyldfyre want-” Skye started.
“Don’t start that now, just go. We can discuss morality, mortality, remorse, and marshmallows later.”

Prompt: "I trusted you not to die..."


The cold light of the full moon. The silence of the battlefield. The only signs of life for miles belonged to the rats, to Lune, and to the defeated body she held in her arms.
Her face was smudged with dirt and blood, tears of pure despair cutting trails through the grime.
"Cole," she choked out.
Cole could only look at her with half closed eyes, breath ragged in his chest.
Gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut tight, she leaned forward and put her forehead against his. She let out a few choked sobs, the only sounds penetrating the heavy quiet of the desolate field.
Her hand was still pressed deep in the pool of blood seeping from the deep gouge in his abdomen. A futile effort.
She pressed her lips together to stifle her cries.
His breathing stopped.
Pain stabbed her heart, twisted her stomach, crushed her, and she gave in. Her wails echoed in the hills as she let our a scream of horrible, gut-wrenching despair.
"I trusted you not to die!"
Suddenly all she could notice was the deafening silence. The cold of the moon, and the dark that lay everywhere. It felt as though the sun would never shine again.
She knew she had to leave. The enemy would resume the advance once there was light in the sky.
She stayed as long as she dared, but as the sound of birds began in the distance, she left with a great, burning heaviness in her heart.
The sun did shine that morning. It shone on the grey, scarred earth. On the broken, scorched trees. On the countless bodies. In Cole's dead eyes.

 

[the_peanut_coop]

Prompt: "I trusted you not to die..."


The cold light of the full moon. The silence of the battlefield. The only signs of life for miles belonged to the rats, to Lune, and to the defeated body she held in her arms.
Her face was smudged with dirt and blood, tears of pure despair cutting trails through the grime.
"Cole," she choked out.
Cole could only look at her with half closed eyes, breath ragged in his chest.
Gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut tight, she leaned forward and put her forehead against his. She let out a few choked sobs, the only sounds penetrating the heavy quiet of the desolate field.
Her hand was still pressed deep in the pool of blood still sleeping from the deep gouge in his abdomen. A futile effort.
She pressed her lips together to stifle her cries.
His breathing stopped.
Pain stabbed her heart, twisted her stomach, crushed her, and she gave in. Her wails echoed in the hills as she let our a scream of horrible, gut-wrenching despair.
"I trusted you not to die!"
Suddenly all she could notice was the deafening silence. The cold of the moon, and the dark that lay everywhere. It felt as though the sun would never shine again.
She knew she had to leave. The enemy would resume the advance once there was light in the sky.
She stayed as long as she dared, but as the sound of birds began in the distance, she left with a great, burning heaviness in her heart.
The sun did shine that morning. It shone on the grey, scarred earth. On the broken, scorched trees. On the countless bodies. In Cole's dead eyes.

Nicely done! Very excruciating.
Mine was more like adrenaline kept everyone from grieving. Yours was like nooooooooooooooooo

 

[SunriseChickers]

Nicely done! Very excruciating.
Mine was more like adrenaline kept everyone from grieving. Yours was like nooooooooooooooooo

Thank you!!
Yeah, I have too much fun with grief.
I was a tad lost with yours, but now that you say adrenaline, it makes sense.

 

[the_peanut_coop]

Thank you!!
Yeah, I have too much fun with grief.
I was a tad lost with yours, but now that you say adrenaline, it makes sense.

Oh yeah.
Everything makes sense in my head, Especially since I've been planning giant mosquitos for a year, but
yeah
If you need anything specific explained... please ask.

 

[the_peanut_coop]

@-Kiwi-
Where art thou

 

[SunriseChickers]

Oh yeah.
Everything makes sense in my head, Especially since I've been planning giant mosquitos for a year, but
yeah
If you need anything specific explained... please ask.

So does that short story go with a larger world you have built up?