Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

[Lacy Duckwing]

Sorryyyy. Work ended up being CRAZY and the drive back was my decompression time I did try to have a think but my brain was too crazy...
I think I've come up with something a little different if we want to try it though...?
When I was thinking about this again today when I was in the car I heard this song which I'd listened to on the way home from work too. It's one of my favourites. How about using it as a prompt? Whether it's a story that comes to mind while listening to it or taking a random line and using it as a prompt?
For example, if i find the time to write for this one, I think I'd use the line "'Cause you don't gotta fight so hard, darling, this is love not war"

If no one wants to do this particular song, how about doing it for your own favourite song!

Ok, I found something, then I decided to knock out two prompts in one, one from here and one from a newsletter.
(And yes, I listened to that song probably way too many times, read the lyrics several times, and now I can't read the line I picked in the tone I want it to be in. Instead, I read it like he's singing it, not trying to ease his wife. )

"But when all is said and done, you're the only thing I see, my love." I kissed her head, my arm wrapped around her frail body. "So tell me what you're looking for?"
She sighed, face still turned toward the window. "Maybe I just want the last man standing?"
Not again, my head met the back of the couch. "Darling-"
She pulled free from my grip and went to the window. "He wants you to leave."
"When has he not?"
She sighed. Again.
"Darling?"
"He's going to take legal action against you if you don't."
I threw my hands out. "Legal action against moi? Ha! I'd like to see him try! What could he possibly have against me?"
The clock ticked, but she didn't make a sound. She stood there firmer than the window still, arms held tight against her stomach like she was trying to keep the contents inside.
I slid to the edge of the couch. "Alexandria?"
"You touched it, didn't you?"
"What?"
She faced me, her eyes wet. "You touched it, didn't you? I know you did. Tell me!"
I leaned back, head shaking. He didn't. "I don't know what you're talking about."
She paced toward me. "Leave," her tears fell into my lap. "You have to! They'll kill you if you don't!"
My fingers dug into the couch cushion. I released it and pushed myself to her height. "They won't."
She turned her face away. "Life for life, Doug. That's what they do here."
I sank to the couch. "I can prove my innocence."
"Not if your fingerprints are the only ones on the gun," she stepped toward the cursed window.
I grabbed her arm, rising. "They're not. They can't be. Your brother can't be that clean. I'll prove it was him and I'll be fine." I pulled her toward me. "We'll be fine."
She shook her head slowly. "You don't know my brother," she whispered. "He won't stop until your name is carved on a tombstone. Please," she laid a hand over my heart. "Leave. I'd rather know you're alive somewhere than..."
Her shoulders shook, and she put a clenched fist to her mouth. I weaved my arms over her long hair and held her tightly.
"Fine," I whispered into her sobs. "I'll do it."

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

Just gonna borrow this thread real quick. don't mind me. PFM

Ok, I found something, then I decided to knock out two prompts in one, one from here and one from a newsletter.
(And yes, I listened to that song probably way too many times, read the lyrics several times, and now I can't read the line I picked in the tone I want it to be in. Instead, I read it like he's singing it, not trying to ease his wife. )

"But when all is said and done, you're the only thing I see, my love." I kissed her head, my arm wrapped around her frail body. "So tell me what you're looking for?"
She sighed, face still turned toward the window. "Maybe I just want the last man standing?"
Not again, my head met the back of the couch. "Darling-"
She pulled free from my grip and went to the window. "He wants you to leave."
"When has he not?"
She sighed. Again.
"Darling?"
"He's going to take legal action against you if you don't."
I threw my hands out. "Legal action against moi? Ha! I'd like to see him try! What could he possibly have against me?"
The clock ticked, but she didn't make a sound. She stood there firmer than the window still, arms held tight against her stomach like she was trying to keep the contents inside.
I slid to the edge of the couch. "Alexandria?"
"You touched it, didn't you?"
"What?"
She faced me, her eyes wet. "You touched it, didn't you? I know you did. Tell me!"
I leaned back, head shaking. He didn't. "I don't know what you're talking about."
She paced toward me. "Leave," her tears fell into my lap. "You have to! They'll kill you if you don't!"
My fingers dug into the couch cushion. I released it and pushed myself to her height. "They won't."
She turned her face away. "Life for life, Doug. That's what they do here."
I sank to the couch. "I can prove my innocence."
"Not if your fingerprints are the only ones on the gun," she stepped toward the cursed window.
I grabbed her arm, rising. "They're not. They can't be. Your brother can't be that clean. I'll prove it was him and I'll be fine." I pulled her toward me. "We'll be fine."
She shook her head slowly. "You don't know my brother," she whispered. "He won't stop until your name is carved on a tombstone. Please," she laid a hand over my heart. "Leave. I'd rather know you're alive somewhere than..."
Her shoulders shook, and she put a clenched fist to her mouth. I weaved my arms over her long hair and held her tightly.
"Fine," I whispered into her sobs. "I'll do it."

On topic though. All I could read was him singing it too I love it Lacy!

 

[Eroica]

I don't know this song at all, honest to goodness. But... I'll take the title and use it as inspiration. Fair warning: I am exploring the topics of death... and suicide... here. It may be triggering. But honestly, my brain is in a complete tailspin so...

Spoiler: Prompt: Last Man Standing

I wake up, and it takes me a little to realize where I am. I’m in my flat again. Someone took me here in the night, I guess, because I fell asleep in the mine, by a cave.

My boots hit the floor with a dull thud, but I don’t get up. I just sit there, on the edge of my bed. I don’t feel young anymore. How can you feel like the kid of the family when your family’s dead? When you heard the gunshot that marked the passing of the last person that even felt a little like family?

I can’t go anywhere. I won’t go anywhere. Those Black Ops officers can wail all they want but I’m not going to get antherium. Instead, I reach into my pocket and take out the holorecording that Lumena made. Before… she died, too.

On the back side there is an inscription: To the last man standing who can get the job done.

I guess that would be me. But I’m not a man. Kerr’s a man. Paulo was a man. And I’m just a girl.

I’m six years old, and I can’t do anything.

 

[Eroica]

In the midst of darkness...there's always a light. Somewhere out there, beyond the blackness and the pain that may appear before me. There will always be a small flicker of hope. I look out my window at the fading sunlight, the sky red and gold. On fire. I think about you, how you had to leave me at the worst time. Right when we were closest. Right before the winter cold blew in. I quietly open the back door and sit in the grass. I look up at the stars, twinkling and shimmering silver. Silver was your favorite color. Silver and blue like the evening sky. You used to come outside with me sometimes, and we'd always just sit here, counting stars and just wishing for more memories together. But those wishes never came true. The stars don't shine as bright as they used to. Almost like they miss you, even if you might be up there with them. I stand up, making the choice to go put the ladies to bed. As I flick on the heat lamp and pet each one of them good night, I hear the strangest sound. Doh, doh, doh. It's coming from the nesting boxes on the far wall. I walk over to the other end of the coop, wondering who is deciding to spend the night over here. Oh. It's Sirius. She's lying in your favorite nesting box, calling out for me. "Hello, my favorite chicken." I say to her, stroking her soft, dark feathers. She looks up at me, her brown eyes contemplating. Doh? She asks one last time. Where are you? "I'm right here," I reply, before realizing something. She's not calling out for me. She's looking for you. She misses you so much. I look into those pretty eyes again and see her pain. I wish I could tell her that it'll be alright, that she'll see you again. But I know deep in my heart that it's not true. I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes, and I lean down into Sirius, burying my face in her feathers. Before I know it, I start sobbing quietly, thinking of all the experiences you'll have to miss out on. Thinking of all our happy moments together, and the sad ones too. All the joy, and pain, and excitement and sorrow that you've brought into my life. The piece of my heart that's missing now. The piece you took with you to the stars. I pick up Sirius and cradle her in my arms. I open the coop door, and look up again. The same stars that have always been there. But this time I notice a slightly brighter one. "You see that, Sirius?" I ask her, as she turns her gaze upwards. "That's your sister. She's saying good night to you. She remembers us, I know it. One day we'll all meet again...somewhere up there in that endless expanse. And I don't know when, and I don't know how, all I know is that when it happens...everything will be just perfect." I kiss Sirius on the head and say a final good night to her. I place her back in your nesting box and silently close the door. Before I head back to my house, I glance upwards at you, and I swear I can hear your voice up high in the sky. I smile, as more tears begin to fall. I've found that small light, that little piece of hope. "Good night." I whisper, knowing that you hear me.

Just going through the thread again and something clicked for me. I actually know someone whose middle name is Sirius!

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

I unintentionally added on the next line to what I mentioned earlier
'Cause you don't gotta fight so hard, Darling, this is love not war, All I want is who you are

Spoiler

“Why do you fight so hard?”

“Because- because I have to. If I can’t do this then-“

“Then what Thing?” Stephen interrupted, “Who told you that you had to meet a certain standard to be cared about? If someone told you that then they were wrong.”

Thing wouldn’t look up at him. She hesitated in response, “No one told me…”

“So it’s something you came up with yourself? I need you to understand that you’re telling yourself so many lies.” He sighed, “At the very least, Celeste, know that I’m not expecting stuff like that from you. I just want you to be who you are, not what you think you are, or you think you should be.”

Really short, I might add onto it later.

 

[Eroica]

GOOD MORNING/AFTERNOON/EVENING/NIGHT PEOPLE

...I have a prompt for today so does anyone else?

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

GOOD MORNING/AFTERNOON/EVENING/NIGHT PEOPLE

...I have a prompt for today so does anyone else?

I don't. Whatcha got?