Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

I made the mistake…of drinking not one…but TWO matcha lattes today…at like…4 pm…so…
CC makes us all coffee and I told her to give me less since it makes me feel weird.
Also the weather is behaving like we live in Siberia. There is snow stuck onto the windows
We went up to shovel the roof a couple days ago and jumped off into the snow on the ground.
Congratulations, make snow monsters.
Aw poor Rupert
I kinda know what that feels like
😔
Lil’ guy just wants some privacy
Tho his situational awareness is off
You couldn’t pay me to get in a random train
Yah, he's not the smartest when it comes to weird sketchy underground rail networks.
 
Where's the prompt? We're waiting.
find your own
go away GIF
This one is mine
don't touch my food GIF


But also, I think I mentioned a while ago I was thinking of sharing a prompt. You write based off a photo. I've done it before where it was a collection of old/historical photography and I had to choose one and create a short story. It was super fun and one of my favourite pieces, so if anyone wants to try something like that I do recommend. If someone has a specific photo they think may work, share it!
 
Found this one like 30 pages back or something :caf

"I don't want you, but I need you. You know it's you that brings me back here."
Kiara blew her hair out of her face. It fell right back to where it was, but she hardly noticed.

“Welcome back.” He grinned and she wanted to remove the smug look from his face.

She fixed her face into a frown, “I don’t want to be here-“

He watched her closely, “But you need me.”

Kiara lifted her chin defiantly; blue sparks danced out of her eyes and curled up around her hair. “I need you, for now. You know that’s why you’re the only thing that brings me back here. One day you’ll see me for the last time.”

The man chuckled. “You’ve developed quite the attitude, haven’t you? It’s a shame you and I both know it’s fake. Still as ignorantly hopeful as ever, I see? You’re never going to find someone else to help you, I mean, maybe if you travel far enough, but good luck getting there.” He walked closer and looked her straight in the eye, “I have a question for you, how many times do you think I’m going to keep helping you when you treat me this way?”

The heat in her neck turned ice cold. She knew every time she showed up was a gamble. Would he help or would he demand something in return first? Kiara’s eyes dropped to the ground; she would get out of this arrangement but for now she knew she was only harming herself by trying to cut ties too soon.

He stood in silence as he watched her bury her spirit, “Of course I’ll help you, Blue, but know your words can hurt, please.” His tone had dropped and was laced with compassion. Fake. She couldn’t go back to hearing it any other way.

Kiara reached to her wrist and unbuckled the metallic watch contraption. She inhaled sharply as the contact with her skin broke and waves of pain swept up her body. “Please just fix it.” She hissed through gritted teeth as she handed it over.
 
Communication barrier; write a scene where there is a communication barrier between two characters or something written, etc.
I went back to find a prompt too.
I choose this one cuz I think it’s funny and will always be funny

Clouds had better appreciate the happiness
“By the stars, Altair, just say it!”
Altair was wheezing and nearly fell backwards off of his seat.
Arne sighed heavily and made a dramatic show of propping his elbows on the table and resting his face in his hands. It was mostly to hide the smile.
“Last time you said—“ Altair wiped his eyes with this palm of his hand “—that I sounded like a hatchling who’d been dropped off a cliff and run over.”
“Twice. Run over twice.” Arne picked his head up and pulled the parchment away from Altair and in front of himself. “And this is your fault.”
He scribbled a line in basic Casothien and jabbed his finger at a larger circle with a smaller one inside. “What does that say.”
Altair leaned closer. “I don’t know.”
“Come on at least tell me what it is.
THAT,” Altair pointed to the same symbol. “Is the first letter of my name.”
Arne shoved his brother off the stool and onto the floor with a loud thump.
“That is a—“ he pressed the back of his tongue to his soft palate and sucked in some air. It made a sharp click. “—you should know at least that.
“You have bad handwriting.” Altair was still lying on the floor atop a pile of his own wings.
“Like you can to better.” Arne threw the paper at Altairs face.
Altair caught it and held it up. “I can. Look.”
His name was copied in Casothien symbols across the back no less than fifty times.
“That’s not…that’s not helpful. At all.”
“Well I think it’s beautiful. I’m keeping it.” Altair folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.
“Sure. You do that.” Arne stood up and offered a hand to his brother.
The offer was accepted and he pulled Altair to his feet.
“I’m going outside to work my frustration out on Greg.” He snatched a pair of small wooden melee weapons off a shelf.
“Nooo, not Greg.”
“You should have thought about Greg’s safety before deciding to be such a difficult student.” Arne slipped out the door.
Altair stood alone. He sighed. He could repaint Greg’s annoyingly happy smile any day, but getting amusement out of Arne wasn’t as easy a task.
Sorry Greg. I’d do it again.
 

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