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Day 22 Writing Challenge

Prompt: You receive a special delivery, a bouquet of roses. Attached is a card, in neat cursive it reads ” I love you, I always have, and I always will no matter our circumstances.”

Blurb: 

It’s Saturday morning, and I have music playing throughout the house. It has been raining off and on all morning, so indoors is the best place to be, plus I haven’t done a spring cleaning in so long that it’s now the end of summer. While I’m sweeping I hear a knock at my door. Without turning the music down and walk over and peep through the peephole to see who it may be, I’m not expecting anyone and I no one wants to be out in this downpour.

Looking through I see nothing but beautiful red and white roses filling my view. I open the door and to find a florist with a huge glass bouquet of roses in her arms, and it seems to be a little heavy as the young lady is starting shake.

“Hi, I think you may have the wrong house, I didn’t order any flowers.”

“If this, 2946 Rosewood Dr?”

“Well, yes.”

“And are you Ruby Clark?”

“Yes, I’m sorry come in, you can set them on the table right over there, I wasn’t expecting anything I was just wanted to be sure you had the right place.”

” That’s alright, I wish my boyfriend would surprise me with flowers on such a gloomy day as this, you’re one very lucky woman.” I pause in mid-stride as she rambles on about my “boyfriend” who decided to surprise me with flowers. I thought he was finally letting me have my space, he never knows when to give up. Kace and I met a little over a year ago, I was automatically head over heels for him, and he seemed to be as well. Then these strange things kept happening, he never wanted to go out for during the day, like he was ashamed of me or something. We never stayed at his place, or spent time there he was always over here, or we were just out. After months of no communication, he sends me flowers? Why?

“Oh, yeah he likes to randomly do things,” I say as I grab the clipboard she has and sign on the marked line. “Thanks, I’m sorry you had to get out in this rain I wish he hadn’t done that no one needs to be out in this.” That’s another thing, he would do little things that made it seem like he had no feelings towards other people, it was almost as if he could use anyone and get away with it.

“It’s no biggie, I try to stay as busy as possible on days like this. No one really buys flowers when it is pouring rain outside, although it would be smarter.” She grabs the clipboard and turns to leave out. ” I hope you enjoy your day, and I hope you love the flowers, not every girl gets a guy like you.” She walks out the door after her last statement.

“Yeah, lucky me,” I say to the now empty house. I turn and stare at the flowers, they are beautiful, and they do make the room look a little brighter. I walk over to the vase and lean down to smell one of the white roses and can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Roses are so symbolic, and yet I don’t understand why he would randomly send them to me, he’s the one that said we wouldn’t work out, he’s the reason we aren’t together. I open my eyes after I got lost in the scent of the flowers, and see I little white envelope sticking out. Snatching the envelope out I quickly yank out the card to read what message he’s scrawled out.

I love you, I always have, and I always will no matter our circumstances.

P.S. I’m sorry, but this is the way it must be.

Kace

“I was just beginning to move on with my life, why Kace, why pop back up and ruin me all over again?”


Thank you for stopping by, I hope you enjoyed today’s writing challenge. Until next time, be sure to Read THS!

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Day 21 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: Your sibling has been practicing music for hours on end, suddenly there’s a loud crash and then complete silence. 

Blurb:

“Mike, Mike, what are you doing in there?” Silence follows my question, not a groan, shuffling of feet, or a mumble telling me to leave my little brother alone, and that he’s fine. I open the door to find his soprano saxophone on the ground next to his music stand, but I do not see him. I push the door all the way open and walk in to glance around the corner and see his window is open. Odd because he never opens his window, I mean we never have a need to so, I know he never opens it let alone leave it open. Walking over to the window I lean over the edge trying to see the ground, “Mike?” From the street, I hear tires screech I turn and run down the stairs and out the front, “Mike!”


Thanks for stopping by for day 21 of my Writing Challenge, be sure to Read THS!

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Day 19 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You’re driving home from work after a long day, instead of pulling up outside of your house, you wind up in front of an abandoned building.

Blurb:

Listening to my relaxation playlist as I head home from work has my mind at ease, and has my body relaxing. As I listen to H.E.R. soothing melody I find myself getting off the freeway an exit before my normal route, and I find myself meandering through the back roads. As I let the music take over my thoughts and wash out the remaining issues from work, I allow the music to fully take control of my feelings and mood. Before I notice what turns I have made and how far off course I’d gotten, my car stops outside a red-bricked building with boarded up windows. How I had gotten here I had no clue, but the area seemed vaguely familiar, I’m not sure if everyone experienced deja vu like I did, but there was always an eerie feeling when an image was somehow coming back to me like I’d been in that same location and situation before.

How did I wind up here, and why do I feel so calm in this area, I see no car lights anywhere and every other street light is out. I don’t think the city comes around to collect the trash either as all of it is thrown all over the ground forming man-made tumbleweeds. Why am I here?


Have you guys ever done this? Maybe you haven’t ended up in front of an abandoned building but maybe you took a wrong turn, missed your exit or just let your car drive you to an unknown desired destination? I know I have had days like this, I was running on fumes and somehow would miss my exit or end up at the grocery store not really knowing why I’d stopped in the first place.

Well, readers, I hope you enjoyed today’s writing challenge be sure to check back tomorrow.

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Day 18 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You’re a spec of dust on a fan, observing the world from above.

Blurb: Round and round I go, watching the humans sleep is always interesting. They have been tossing and turning back and forth for a while now, I wonder what makes them so restless. Right before bed, the two humans had an argument, Jesse the male and Liz the female were going back and forth about some movie. It didn’t seem like they were really upset, but then again when they laid down they didn’t get all cuddled up like they usually do.

Humans are so strange, making such a fuss about such little things. I bet the can’t get peaceful rest because they both laid down mad, but who knows with these emotional creatures.


This one was a little more difficult to write, thinking of seeing things from a different perspective and looking at others from an above perspective was a little challenging, but very fun. Thanks for stopping by, see you next time be sure to Read THS!

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Day 17 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: Your phone rings, your best friends name is on the screen. When you answer the call, an unrecognizable voice breaks the silence.

Blurb:

“Hello?”

“Hello, Charlotte.”

“Who, who is this, and where is Adam?”

“I was told you were the person to speak with if Adam was in trouble, and I have stumbled upon Adams phone, and your number is the most recent dialed.”

“First, I need to know who I am talking to if Adam is in any trouble and you are behind it I will hunt you down, and then decide what to do with you.” I have no clue where that came from, but no one messes with my friends. I have known Adam ever since we were 3, he and my parents became good friends, and we grew up together, and if anyone harmed one hair on his head, there would be hell to pay.

“Mrs. Jones, I am detective Thomas, and I need information on the last known whereabouts of your dear friend.”

“It’s Miss. Jones, may I ask what field you are working in detective?” As you may know  from your line of work information is always needed to get a clear understanding of situations, may I have your badge number, and precinct or maybe your captain’s name, some sort of concrete evidence?”


When I first came up with this prompt, I automatically thoughts mystery/thriller. Though I have no experience in writing such a genre, the idea sprang to my mind, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from typing everything out. I hope you enjoyed today’s writing challenge, please fill free to leave your thoughts. Until next time be sure to Read THS!

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New Reads Monday!

Happy Monday readers, what book have you decided to pick up this week?

Naughty Boss by Whitney G.

Naughty Boss

Subject: My Boss.

Have I already told you that I hate my boss today?

Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch.

I honestly can’t wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I’m quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS.

All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his “mouth of perfection” or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER.

Your bestie,
Mya

PS–Please tell me your day is going better than mine…

Subject: Re: My Boss.

No, you haven’t already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you’ve sent me this email directly, I know now…

Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.)

You don’t have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you’re quitting. I’m standing outside your office at this very moment. ( Open the door. )

No comment on your “fantasies,” although I highly doubt they’re “long over.”

Your boss,
Michael

PS–Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours…

A steamy, office-romance novella from New York Times bestselling author, Whitney G. 

~Goodreads Summary~


Short, sweet and to the point, this should be an easy read.

Until next time, be sure to Read THS.

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Day 16 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: A story that would make me afraid of the dark.

Blurb: 

Every time I close my eyes I see those creatures. Their slithering bodies quickly moving along the concrete can easily change direction and slither up a wall. There is almost no place to hide, but everything burns.


Thanks for checking out day 16 of my writing challenge. Until next time, Read THS!

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Day 15 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You can predict when an earthquake will hit, but no one will listen to you.

Blurb:

March 23, 3019

Day 6652. It has been 19 years to the day that everything fell back into the dark ages. Many of us have struggled with this new normalcy of life now that almost all of the technology has failed. Luckily lights somewhat work, but all of the big warehoused energy companies are no longer able to thoroughly distribute power to everyone at the same time, so a schedule was set in place. When your time comes, you may use your lights for the specified time frame, but you should work quickly because it doesn’t last long. The little bit of sun we are able to get through the thick smog that hangs above our heads makes it challenging to use the sun for solar power, and we can only use so much fuel to produce the amount of energy we used to take advantage of before it was all stripped away. It seems to be about 7 am, before the earth is thrown back into darkness for the night an earthquake will hit Michigan, I know this because I’ve seen it, flashes, dreams (nightmares are more like it, but I’ve seen the impact it will make and it will be catastrophic.

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Day 14 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You are viewing the world from your dogs perspective. 

Blurb: It’s precisely 4:00 pm and Mark should be home by now. I sit by the door waiting for Mark to come in because I know he has missed me just as much as I’ve missed him. When he comes in, I’m going to give him hugs and kisses, and then we’re going to play and eat and take a nap, my favorite things to do. Although I got a chance to take as many naps as I wanted to today, nothing compares to when Mark is home, and I get to lay on his lap while he rubs me behind my ears.

I hear the car door close and get excited as Mark makes his way to the door. As soon as the door opens, I jump up to say “Hi,” my body wagging back and forth from the excitement that my best friend is finally home.


Thanks for stopping by, be sure to Read THS!

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Day 13 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You are left with the decision to pull the plug on your dad.

Blurb: 

Oh dad, why would you do this to me? I don’t want this responsibility, I feel as though I am playing God. To pull the plug or not to pull the plug, that’s the question.

The doctors have all said that your brain is damaged beyond repair due to your accident you would always be a vegetable and in need of 24hr care. How could he leave me with this kind of responsibility? He was there for mom in the end, I couldn’t bring myself to even see her in that hospital bed those last couple of days. Anytime I walked in my eyes filled with tears, knowing that my time with my mom was running out, years that I thought we still had were cut short by a drunk driver, and now my father is following her, truly love seems to be a real thing. My dad has been miserable ever since my moms passing, his moods have become so down, and he would sit around looking through their photo album. And now, I am held with the actions to take after my father had given up his fight.


Thanks for reading day 13 prompt, be sure to stop back by to Read THS, for tomorrows prompt.

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Day 11 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: It’s your anniversary, and you have $20 to purchase your anniversary gift.

Blurb:  Remembering my account balance and knowing that I still have a couple of bills set up on auto draft, I try to think of what I can get my love for our one year anniversary. I know our first year has been a lot for the both of us, but with work, and paying for school out of pocket it started to get hard to take care of things and try not to put any more pressure on my husband. I can make his favorite dinner tonight, and maybe take him out this weekend. I can grab his favorite beer and set-up the house in a romantic ambiance, I just hate knowing I can’t gift him with something big, something to say, I love you, that I appreciate all that you do, and how thankful I am for you every day. Well with everything continually being posted and talked about online, I see many couples who take these extravagant trips, luxurious gifts, and five-star restaurants.

Taking a calming breath, I smile as a thought crosses my mind. I quick getaway is just what we need, it may not be us leaving the country, or staying at a resort, but I couple of hours on the road to the nearest lake could make this anniversary one of the best weekends. For now, dinner and cheesy gifts will have to do until I can surprise him this Friday with our semi-spontaneous trip.


Thanks for joining me on day 11 of my writing challenge. Until next time, Read THS!

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New Reads Monday!

Welcome back readers, once again we are starting our week with a new read.

The Billionaire’s Obsession by J.S. Scott

The Billionaires Obsession

This complete collection of The Billionaire’s Obsession includes: Mine For Tonight, Mine For Now, Mine Forever, Mine Completely

Down-on-her-luck nursing student and full-time waitress Kara Foster gets a massive blow to her already desperate financial situation that will surely find her living on the streets. Needing nothing less than a miracle to save her, Kara gets rescue from an unknown, unlikely, and overwhelming source. Billionaire Simon Hudson makes her an offer that is impossible to refuse, but terrifying to accept from a man that she’s never met. Will the handsome, alpha billionaire really be a solution to her problems? Or will he end up being a major complication and a danger to her emotional sanity?

Reclusive billionaire Simon Hudson would rather be behind a computer creating computer games than rubbing elbows with the elite and he knows exactly what he wants…until he meets Kara Foster. Something about Kara touches Simon in ways he’s never experienced and definitely doesn’t like. For over a year, Simon watches over Kara, but stubbornly refuses to admit his desire to possess her, not even to himself. But when she ends up in a situation that could very well be her destruction, Simon steps up to help her, not realizing that in saving Kara, he might very well be salvaging his own soul.

This is an erotic romance and is not intended for YA listeners. It contains graphic language, explicit sex, and other subjects not appropriate for YA listeners.

~Goodreads Summary~


Obsession is a nice way to put it. Simon is not only obsessed but a little stalkerish, we’ll see how far his obsessive actions get him before they interfere with this new “relationship.”  Was that a bit of spoiler-y, sorry I’m just a little skeptical.

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Day 10 of my Writing Challenge

Prompt:  You run a newspaper company, and have to decide which paper to run.

Blurb:

Two stories from two different viewpoints, one will be praised by those running all other media network outlets, and the other will be praised by the rebellion. The truth will set us free, right, but the fact will also hurt so many others.


Thanks for stopping by, until next time Read THS!

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Day 9 of my Writing Challenge

Prompt: You’ve just been hired on at your dream job, but all isn’t what it seems.

Blurb: 

“Sara, did you hear what I said?” That was my cubicle partner asking yet another question as if she wasn’t in the same meeting as I, she sat there scribbling every note down possible as our manager talked about our monthly quotas.

I first started a year ago, within that time the main glass doors had become a swinging door, one day a new employee would walk in and maybe a month later that employee would walk out. With the number of turnovers we have, I am surprised no one has come to investigate. The CEO couldn’t keep a secretary for nothing, even with an entire floor dedicated to lower leveled staff to do all of the back-breaking paperwork, the secretaries still seemed to be overrun with work. Either quitting or getting fired they all seemed to only last a month.

Snapping back to the present, I saw Sara staring at me while my phone rang. I quickly went to my phone not knowing how long my phone had been ringing while I was blocking out Sara’s questions.

“This is Liz, how may I help you?” I pause as the voice on the other end breaks through, a transfer, a transfer has come requesting that I be moved from the staffing floor to the executive floor as the secretary.


Thanks for stopping by for another day of my writing challenge, until next time Read THS!

 

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Day 8 of my Writing Challenge

Prompt: You discover a person is living in your attack.

Blurb:

Thud.

There goes that bump on the night. I swear every time I settle in for the night my house specifically my attic comes to life.

Every night without fail something is falling or tap dancing on my ceiling. And every morning when I go up to check there’s a box knocked over, nothing more, nothing less.

Tonight I refuse to be woken up repeatedly to find one single box turned over for no reason.

Jumping out of bed, I grab my metal bat that sits beside my bed, for security purposes, and walk into the bedroom near the front of the house. Max follows me into the bedroom tail wagging and mouth open, some guard dog he is.

I open the closet door that has yet another door leading to the attic. Slowly turning the knob, I usher max in first. Max being the friendly dog he is goes prancing into the attic as happy as ever and stops right in the middle of the room. Tail still wagging and his head angled up, Max appears to be excited by the empty space. I follow Max Into the room, “What are you doing max?” I believe I’ve raised a defective dog, happy about an empty space and doesn’t acknowledge his best friend.

Thanks for joining me for day 8 of my writing challenge. Until next time, Read THS!