Your prompt this week: "I'd rather be anywhere but here." Write a story (or the first paragraph of a story) starting with this line.
Here goes. Never ventured into the Literature Library before, I don't know why. I like writing. "I'd rather be anywhere but here." said Frank as he pulled up the hood of his jacket. Colorado was known for its crime but reliving the experience he had the last time he was here was unimaginable. "How do we know they won't see us coming?" he asked as Neville looked up at him. "We don't, but all we can do is hope." His colleague always had a way of making a situation lighter. Neville readied their equipment and fastened his knife to his belt. "So, are you ready?" he said with a cheeky smile on his face. "As I'll ever be." replied Frank and they left the apartment and headed towards the construction site. Just a quick note; I wasn't sure how long the paragraph had to be exactly but this scene came to the top of my head and I went with it.
It can be as long or as short as you want,and in the case of prompts like this, it doesn't necessarily have to be Pokémon.
Your prompt this week: "How could you?" Write a story (or the first paragraph of one), starting with this line.
Alright, just a short section. It was fine. Really, it was. He was gone, but it would be okay. He was happier now. It was fine. So why was I crying? Why did it hurt so badly, if it was fine? How could I be fine, if I had lost the only thing that mattered, the only thing I had left? I collapsed, the flowers still in my hand, the gravestone before me too silent for me to believe it marked someone who had been so alive, so full of love. I was barely able to see through my tears, but I could still find the strength to look up at the man beside me, standing with his hat in his hands. The bandages around his head from the car crash weren't the only signs of harm, and from the way he looked at the grave I knew that he would always remember that. But in that moment, I had only one thing to say to him. "How could you?" I hope that's not too depressing, it's the only idea I had for this.
I looked down at the terrible sight before me. Remnants of the horrific deed performed here stained the hands of the criminal that I had caught red-handed. "Listen, please! I can explain!" I sighed and shook my head sadly. "There's nothing to explain." "You don't understand!" "I think I understand quite clearly." I ripped the now-empty cookie jar from the grasp of shinygiratinaz, crumbs from her hands falling all over the floor. I grabbed her by the collar and shook the jar in her face, the tears I had held in now flowing freely. "HOW COULD YOU!?" I shouted.
Your prompt this week: Your character finds a family heirloom--what is it, and why is it important to their family?
You do not have to do the one currently posted if you don't want to--any prompt posted is free to use at any time.
Your prompt this week: Your characters are at the summer festival--do they win a Goldeen? Do they participate in the bon odori? Be creative!
