Daily Prompt: Being Spooky!

Daily Prompt: It’s Halloween, and you just ran out of candy. If the neighborhood kids (or anyone else, really) were to truly scare you, what trick would they have to subject you to?

What’s more scary than kids wanting things you just don’t have? To be honest, I think getting eggs thrown at your house is terrifying enough! At our old house we used to get things thrown at our house by teenagers – luckily that doesn’t happen now! Saying that, we’ve just run out of chocolate, it’s ten past ten and there are two teenage boys with no costumes ringing our doorbell and looking through the living room window. I’m just pretending I don’t see them!

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Daily Prompt: Being Mysterious!

Daily Prompt: Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).

Some things just had to be done, and, being the assassin in this situation, I had to do them. That didn’t mean I enjoyed it.

Droplets of rain ran down the back of my neck as I stood in that street, keeping well out of the light of streetlamps and passing cars. I waited for over an hour in the dank weather before making my move. I had done this a hundred times. So why did today feel so different? I shrugged the feeling off and hopped over the gate with practised ease. The key had been cut two days ago and it slotted into the lock just as it should do, making a gentle click as I turned it and pushed open the faux wooden door, slipping quietly inside. The rain was good, I decided. It masked any sound I made. I stood in the kitchen and observed my current battleground. A breakfast bar with four stools took up the centre of the room, surrounded by fake granite worktops and cream cupboards. There was a fruit bowl on one counter. It was just a normal family kitchen. I sighed and walked over to the silver fridge in the corner. Nothing like a small snack on the job. Light spilled across the wooden floor as I pulled open the door and casually scanned the shelves like I have done so many times before. My eyes fell upon something which made the breath catch in my throat. It was completely ridiculous, I know, but the sight of a jar of raspberry jam had childhood images flashing across my mind like it had sparked a small storm up there. Memories of picnics and school lunches and baking cakes and sick days and windy beaches – times when life was simpler and I was innocent. I found myself weeping on the cold floor of that kitchen like I was still a kid, hair dripping from the rain.

I think it’s time for a career change.

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(Perhaps this could be a slightly morbid advert for a brand of jam?)

Daily Prompt: Being Predictable!

Daily Prompt: Yesterday you invented a new astrological sign. Today, write your own horoscope — for the past month (in other words, as if you’d written it October 1st).

You will be pleased to complete some tasks which have been weighing you down recently and with this relief you will be able to focus on the things you want to. Some potential job opportunities will present themselves and despite previous unsuccessful applications, be sure to grab them with both hands as money will be tight. Some days may be more difficult than others but try to look forward to the months ahead.

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Daily Prompt: Being a ‘Vespertos’!

Daily Prompt: You’re tasked with creating a brand new astrological sign for the people born around your birthday — based solely on yourself. What would your new sign be, and how would you describe those who share it?

The Sign of Vespertos (derived from the Latin ‘vespertilio’ – bat)

You are a believer in freedom – when you do not have it, you want it but you also treasure home. You long to travel and have the desire to search for something different and exciting in everyday life. You can sometimes feel lonely despite being surrounded by people and it is rare that you show your inner feelings. You long to give something back to those who love you but often you simply cannot and it is not unusual to feel helpless. The night time brings a certain excitement and energy which you are not sure everyone shares with you. Unlike some, you enjoy the darkness.

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Daily Prompt: Being Identical!

Daily Prompt: You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?

Either it’s a dream, or I realise I am being stalked, on which note I would quickly leave, (perhaps call the police), and lock myself in my own house. It’s up to you. Which one would make a more interesting story?

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Daily Prompt: Being Colourful!

Daily Prompt: Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?

What a dull world that would be! It would have to be a vibrant, cheerful colour. Can the sun count as my object? Or the sky? If not I’d just have to keep a photo. My colour would be sunset orange – I love watching the sky change colour as the sun sinks!

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Daily Prompt: Being Masked!

Daily Prompt: We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?

That would depend on my mood. Perhaps one day I’d like to dress as a Disney character -perhaps Elsa or Simba? Sometimes it would be nice to become a ghost. I would put on a white sheet, cut out holes for the eyes and drift about unseen and unjudged. I think my ultimate costume I would have to create myself – I’m thinking a gorgeous black patterned dress with lace sleeves and huge black eagle wings which spread at the touch of a button. Oh, and I would have to be able to fly too!

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Daily Prompt: Being Busy!

Daily Prompt: We all seem to insist on how busy, busy, busy we constantly are. Let’s put things in perspective: tell us about the craziest, busiest, most hectic day you’ve had in the past decade.

I don’t always insist that I am ‘busy, busy, busy’ – I think sometimes it just feels that way!

Let me think…it’s difficult to pinpoint the most hectic day I’ve had in the last decade but one definitely stands out. When McFly announced their tenth anniversary tour at the Royal Albert Hall in London, my friends and I scraped together some money and decided to go (of course, in our eyes it was essential that we went) – on a Friday evening. That Friday also happened to be a full day at college. So from eight o’clock in the morning until four in the afternoon, I was watching the clock impatiently as the end of the day approached. And when it did… well. We had to catch our train at five, still having to collect our tickets and meet our friend who was lost in the train station. Luckily, we made it with about a minute to spare. I suppose the actual journey was quite boring – nothing really happened – but as soon as we got off at St Pancras station we had to jog to arrive at the concert on time.

The actual performance was incredible.

That didn’t mean we weren’t absolutely shattered afterwards! We had to run for ten minutes to get to the underground on time and (suffocated by the joys of a tube) realised we had five minutes to catch our train. We ended up walking the wrong way at the station but somehow managed to hop on just as it was about to pull away. Honestly, it makes me stressed just thinking about it!

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Daily Prompt: Being Creative!

Daily Prompt: Our ten-minute free-write is back! Have no mercy on your keyboard as you give us your most unfiltered self (feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is).

Here’s another piece of creative writing! This time I was told to write about a first time at something. So here it is – based on a true story!

First Fight

She bit me! My best friend bit me! And all because I didn’t know my ten times table. How was I supposed to know? I’m not clever like her. Not as clever anyway. Mum says I am but I don’t believe her. She says that because she’s my mum. Anyway, my best friend bit me today. She thinks that I’m stupid and that she’s too clever for me or for anyone in Class 2. Well. I showed her. I stood up and I walked over to the teacher and I waited in the line whilst my best friend begged me not to tell on her. But I did. And she cried. And I smiled.

Her mum didn’t give her any chocolate buttons on the way home. She gave them to me instead.

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Daily Prompt: Being Imaginary!

Daily Prompt: Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)

When I was (a lot) younger, I had a family of imaginary friends. And yes, they were weird. There was a girl about my age called Diddums, her dad, Tom, and her mum, Addiglam, (don’t ask). The best part? In my head they looked a bit like potatoes with arms, legs and clothes! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I was a strange kid! But I had a lot of fun with them. Mainly it was Diddums and I playing a pretend game or sitting in front of the TV watching Mona the Vampire. Sometimes Tom and Addiglam would pop along and join us. I like to think they still live on somewhere in the depths of my subconscious mind. Diddums would be my age – perhaps she’s applying for a university place somewhere in Imaginary Land? As for Tom and Addiglam, they will be living a healthy life with one another, still in love as though they had only just met.

I kind of miss them…

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