2014-06-22 07:32 pm

Prompt 46: Wriye

Prompt 46 wriye

This prompt is a picture of a lady sitting on a suitcase in the middle of the road.

Title: The Girl on The Suitcase

She sat on the suitcase. I hopped out of my car, with a briefcase. I put it down on the dusty road and sat down on the briefcase, beside her. She let out a girlish giggle and I smiled. She took off her sunglasses and opened her mouth.

“Hi, what's your name?" She said in a sweet, cheery voice and she offered her hand out for me to shake, to which I obliged.

“Tomas Kettle. Pleasure to meet you, what's your name and why are you out and about sitting on a suitcase? It's dangerous in these parts,” I informed her.

“Believe me if you want. My names cupid, I'm a relation to the great greek god Amore , a few dozen times great granddaughter to be precise, I have been sent down to these parts to find love for myself” She looked up into my eyes to see if I believed her. Sounded a bit nutty; but anything is possible is what my mama used to say to me when I was a little boy.

“Who's my soul mate then?" I ask, intrigued. She pulls out a little device from her pocket and shows me what the reading says. The reading says Cupid Amore. I look up at her and she blushes and turns away.

“Wanna grab some lunch with me? I know a good small diner down the road!” I announce. Grabbing dinner with practically a stranger is something I rarely did, however this stranger was going to turn out to be my soul mate. I needed to get to know Cupid Amore.

Cupid nods her head yes and she follows me in the direction of the diner, we get seated and order our food. We both order scrambled eggs and hot chocolate and we started to make some conversation.

“Cupid, I kind of feel awkward calling you Cupid. Is there any other name I can call you?” I asked, trying hard not to hurt her feelings. She smiled.

“ Some people call me Angel or Cecelia?” She supplied with a questioning tone.

“Cecelia it is. That means angel, right?” I ask her for confirmation on my thoughts. She nodded. We spent the day hanging out together.

Love is closer than you think.

I love this couple of Tomas and Cecelia or Tomelia. They are in my top 10 couples I have made up ( Adelliot of course are top)
2014-06-22 11:26 am

My Wardrobe is a Serial Killer

My Wardrobe is a serial killer

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My wardrobe is a serial killer, it's killed about ten people. I know so, for I was killed by my wardrobe. In a very odd sort of circumstances, I was killed by my wardrobe as it fell flat down on my face.

That's odd; you say. How are you telling this story? I'll get to that in a minute. You see, this wardrobe was in the spare bedroom and was filled with no clothes. I went in to clean the spare bedroom one day, for my friend was visiting. I turned around and the wardrobe had grew and it knocked me down flat. I knew straight away I was no longer alive. The wardrobe got up and started to prick me with needles.

The wardrobe had transformed me into a dress and hung me in the wardrobe. It did the same to the other nine victims, which were my wive, three kids, two cleaners and my three friends who were staying over for the weekend. They are all clothes in the wardrobe.

I don't exactly when my wardrobe learned to sew, but he's pretty talented if I say so myself. The dress I was turned into is quite nice and I know my daughters would have loved to wear something as delightful.
Watch out, the new clothing designs in the store, could be people.

Kids, here's a lesson: never leave a wardrobe empty, for you may be turned into an item of clothing like me.
2014-06-21 10:09 am

Wriye Prompt: Feel


My Robotic Romeo


Dear diary,

Today, my clumsy self, fell into an aisle of chicken. A nice gentleman helped me up. We went to the staff room and chatted. His name was Eric and I felt Iike Ariel as he chatted, as unlike any man I had ever met, he actually listened. Perhaps I am being whirled into my disney fairytale.

I hope so,
Sophia Rose Carter.


Dear diary,

Eric and I have kept in contact. We have spent every single day together and I know what I'm feeling now is love. We have been dating for a few months and everything is perfect.

In love,
Sophia Rose Carter


Dear Diary,

My heart feels empty and shattered. Thank you Eric for teaching me how to love. You've gotten me a job in a big newspaper company, writing about you every single day. Thank you for teaching me to feel again, even if it started with just some chicken.

Heartbroken but I have a new job,
Sophia Rose Carter
2014-06-21 09:40 am
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Prompt: Picture (Wriye prompts)

The Cottage

The sound of a broom sweeping was all that could be heard outside of the cottage. You were able to here the sound of sweeping there everyday, yet there never seemed to be anyone there, well, they certainly never left the house through the front door or else I would've saw them.

I was tempted to see if there was anyone there, but that would ruin the suprise wouldn't it. Perhaps it was a witch, working her magic or Snow White, sweeping for the dwarfs.

One day, I would be brave enough to face the cottage, the cottage that everyone in the village murmured about when they thought no child was listening.