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Prompted Ramble #5

He saw angels in the night. He didn’t want to. But they wouldn’t go away. Devilish angels. He only had hints of what they wanted from him; he caught certain words in their teasing whispers. They stood out among their indecipherable mutters.

Their commitment to haunting him was almost religious. He inhaled more of his special air into his lungs, veins, brain… and wished them away. Just as he did though, more appeared.

Such playfulness in their eyes, eyelashes, fluttering as did their wings, their pupils veiled by false intentions, bodies dipped in the translucent honey of artifice. Lying, an art. Angels, the masters. Preaching to his fears, ridding him of desires. What is left of him, a shell.


The “Prompted Ramble” posts: 5-10 minute freewrites (with approximately 5 minutes of minor editing) prompted by the first sentence, in bold. (They force me to write something fun besides poetry more often.)

Prompted Ramble #4

In the blackness, all she could do was grope at the air with her small fingers and hope to grasp something solid, something real. Jaynee, scared and disoriented, stumbled around in a clumsy dance, wanting the nightmare to end. Still out of breath from what seemed like an endless period of sprinting in nothingness, she desperately willed her eyes to see and adjust, but there was nothing for them to adjust for because there was nothing to see. Still, she could not, or would not, call out for help in this silence, whether her voice was suppressed by stubbornness or denial of fear.

But suppression could only hold her voice back for so long before it escaped in a high pitched scream as finally she felt some solid, something real–something sharp. It pierced her hip as her vocals sliced the air, shredding the night and the nightmare.

She woke up.

Her fingertips found her hip and ran over the thin scars from her childhood that healed haphazardly, feeling their chaotic pattern and smoothness as unreal as that night. She sighed, rolled over and banged into the tree she forgot she was next to. With an annoyed grunt the weary girl stood up on her athletic legs, brushing off the dried grass. Stretching, she observed the setting sun, painting the sky dull yellow and bright orange, reflecting the color of her own disheveled hair. She remembered what she had first set out to do–hunt down a certain man as she was ordered–and what she ended up doing–sleeping. Sleep was something she lacked because of the places she went during her unconsciousness. There wasn’t anything she could do about it, but she could function just as well without it. Well, mostly.

Scratching her head, she looked around, no man here. Time to go back. Sticking her hands in the pockets of her loose-fitting camo pants, she thought up a few explanations as she trudged slowly back to the HQ and yawned again, knowing that it wouldn’t really matter if she took it easy for a few days and enjoyed the world a bit. It’s not like she was short on headcount. On the contrary, she was far ahead.


The “Prompted Ramble” posts: 5-10 minute freewrites (with approximately 5 minutes of minor editing) prompted by the first sentence, in bold. (They force me to write something fun besides poetry more often.) This one is actually longer than 10 minutes…

Prompted Ramble #3.1

“I guess I hadn’t really thought of it that way,” she said, then pulled the trigger. Her lips curling up into a small smirk when the guard’s body went slack, slumping over his buddy, Rene put her black leather gloves back on and picked up the heavy metal briefcase all the while keeping the gun pointed at the head of agent’s friend. Tucking her short jet black hair behind her ears, she walked backwards towards the door of the lab keeping her gun locked on the wide-eyed scientist but was interrupted by a large body. She expected this. She jabbed his nether regions mercilessly with her elbow before he had a chance to say or do anything and turned swiftly. Hardly giving him a glance, she lodged a bullet between his eyes. More men. She darted out of the dark building as shots were fired, all aimed, badly she might add, towards her. Her eyes were radiant with excitement; she loved a good chase.


The “Prompted Ramble” posts: 5-10 minute freewrites (with approximately 5 minutes of minor editing) prompted by the first sentence, in bold. (They force me to write something fun besides poetry more often.)

Prompted Ramble #3

“I guess I hadn’t really thought of it that way,” she said, then pulled the trigger. She missed. In her drunken state, it was clear that she wouldn’t listen to reason nor, luckily, aim correctly. Taking advantage of this, Matt, hands raised, inched towards the door of his bedroom. He sneaked a glance to the left of Jane, now bawling hysterically. The redhead girl, whose name he didn’t remember, was still as unconscious and beautiful as ever on the bed, looking peaceful in her slumber, somehow oblivious to the gunshot. Her eyelids twitched subtly, the only sign of life she showed since the last night. She was still wearing his shirt, it’s buttons undone revealing her young flesh. He turned away, reprimanding himself, “Now is not the time to think about that.” Not wanting to say any more to the sobbing Jane, nor thinking to save the girl, he slipped through the crack of the doorway, wiped the sweat from his thick brow and broke out into a sprint. Despite his typical nonchalant, tough guy demeanor, he was just a big coward on the inside, running from problems, running from commitment, running from his past, forever running, never facing anything unless he had to. He would have hated himself, but he ran from that sort of thing too. It was more convenient to not think about it. As he sprinted, he thought happily to himself, “It’s a good thing my dad put me in track and cross country.


The “Prompted Ramble” posts: 5-10 minute freewrites (with approximately 5 minutes of minor editing) prompted by the first sentence, in bold. (They force me to write something fun besides poetry more often.)

Prompted Ramble #2

Behind the chaos, around the piles of dead bodies, and below the gunfire, he snuck quietly across the room. Nimble and well-camouflaged, Cain got himself out of the inconspicuously located execution building, and into the bright daylight. With bags under his eyes and a worn mentality, he shoved past the daytime crowds, to the great irritation of the citizens, but their shouts meant little to him. If he knew what really went on in that large corporation, he would have never taken the position, no matter how much his family back home needed the money. He felt sick to his stomach, but unable to get rid of the images from the past two nights in his mind. Was it really just two nights? He felt like he was in that hellhole for an eternity. Even though he would be risking his life by breaching his three-year contract, he didn’t care because anything was better than going back. Stupid. Under pressure from the top dogs of the place, hands shaking, he had signed without thinking, figuring that being an “enforcer” was a simple job. Little did he know, he’d have to kill more innocent people for the wretched corporation than wars ever had. He knew that he should tell someone, do something about this, but what could he do? He was just one person. He wouldn’t make a difference. And that is the downfall of the human race. He knew, but he couldn’t make himself come around to doing anything about it. Ignorance is bliss.


The “Prompted Ramble” posts: 5-10 minute freewrites (with approximately 5 minutes of minor editing) prompted by the first sentence, in bold. (They force me to write something fun besides poetry more often.)

Prompted Ramble #1

Finally, near dawn, Eliza stopped bleeding. Still limping and exhausted from the prior night’s adrenaline rush, she walked over to a large patch of green grass standing beside a weathered bench and sat on its soft strands. Thinking about how hard and tedious life must be for the ants under her butt, she started to slowly unravel the cloth that was haphazardly wrapped around her still-bloody left leg. With one quick movement, cringing in advance at the anticipated pain, she ripped the stained shirt off of her leg to get it over with and inspect the gash. A bit of skin came with the makeshift bandage. Tears poking at her eyes from immense pain, she looked over it and knew she’d need more stitches than Tommy did when he attempted to take his own life.


The “Prompted Ramble” posts: 5-10 minute freewrites (with approximately 5 minutes of minor editing) prompted by the first sentence, in bold. (They force me to write something fun besides poetry more often.)