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This is my hand at trying mystery…the inspiration ran out rather quickly and I’m not sure if I like it or not, hmm…that doesn’t bode well for November.

Empty. The safe was completely and utterly empty. The box which had been filled to the brim, so full that you could not make out a single square millimetre of grey steel was now empty and the grey steel shone under the halogen lights, mocking the detective as she stood there pondering. “Now this is going to be a challenge,” she muttered to herself as she regarded the scene. “Not only do we have no finger prints which could have seriously helped us with this case, but we also have no security cameras and no possible suspects.” She sighed and looked to her partner in crime. “What do you think Jason?”

Jason, a tall and handsome man by any definition of the word just looked at the lead detective and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he admitted with a sigh. “I mean, a crime has been committed here obviously and yet we have no leads.”

“There has got to be a lead,” the detective corrected. “We just haven’t found any yet.”

“No,” Jason agreed. “And we’re not going to find any until forensics come back.”

The detective nodded. “That’s going to be a couple hours at the least so lets go interview the employees. Maybe they know something…”


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Unbreakable, the thing was unbreakable. No matter how hard she wacked it against the walls, the floor or even on one occasion the cieling, it just wouldn’t break. “I don’t understand it,” she told herself as she stared at the little piece of metal. “You’re not that strong. You’re not that great. Why the hell areyou able to withstand such an onslaught?”

Of course, talking to a little piece of metal was useless. The item wasn’t so important, just a relic of a relationship gone bad and she was heck sure that she didn’t want it hanging around her house anymore. To make matters worse she really didn’t want to throw the thing away because that would have been far to simple. She wanted the satisfaction, the utter satisfactio n and pleasure of destroying the thing herself. But of course, her well laid plans eventually always seemed to fall apart.

“Well I guess if I can’t break you alone,” she muttered wistfully as she stared at the item in questino. “Then I’m going to need some help.”

WIth that she left the item on the table where it sat while she went to the next room to make a phone call. “Yes Carla?” she asked into the mouth piece, glad to know that her firend had actually been the one to pick up on the other end of the line. “I need to get rid of the funniest thing… yes it was from Paul…no I don’t want to throw it out….” she paused and listened to the chatter on the other end. When her friend Carla began to talk it was a near unbreakable stream of chatter which made her head spin. “…No!” she exclaimed finally, getting a word in edge wise. “You can’t have it; if you want to help me then you can come over here with your blowtorch and we can roast the sucker.”

Her friend laughed and she felt her unease dissapearing. “Alright,” she concluded finally. “See you in a bit.”

She hung up the the phone and turned to the little piece of work. “Well my little friend,” she began with some enthusiasm. “You’re life on this earth is soon to be at an end. “I have had a great amount of fun letting you best me, but your unbreakable nature will soon be broken…”

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Bright, it was a bright sunny day and it was beautiful. The birds were singing, the trees were swaying in the breeze and the children were playing in the street but for one girl, one solitary single girl her world, her entire world was coming to a end.

It wasn’t was though she didn’t know that this was going to happen. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen this thing coming, but it was just a whole lot more painful than she had expected. When she first befriended the nature faerie she thought that she had wandered in to some LSD hallucination. She thought that she was going mental when she realized that she never had, nor ever would tale some drugs and when the reality of the situation fully dawned on her and she saw the end being nigh.

“I didn’t expect that this would be so hard,” she whispered as she leaned against the trunk of a tree, her head resting on the rough bark. “I don’t want this to be so hard.”

“We both knew that this was going to come,” the faerie replied his voice trembling like the breeze. “There’s nothing that we can do. I was the liaison while the grove was in danger but the grove is safe now. So we have to say goodbye.”

“But why does it have to be goodbye?”

“Because we do,” the faerie answered. “Our worlds are just too far apart,”

“So this is goodbye.” she stated with a tear in her eye. “Goodbye…”

The faerie shook his head. and leaned forward kissing her passionately. When he pulled away he saw that she was in a daze of confusion and with a heavy heart he backed away into the shadows where he wouldn’t be seen.

“Bright eyes,” he whispered quietly. “That is how we say goodbye. Goodbye my human love. I wish you nothing but happiness.”
>>>>>Edit to add: This is my 100th post! WHOOT! ^_^ <<<<<

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First off, I’ve got to say that the word ‘defenestration’ is totally foreign to me. I had no idea what it means and so I had to look up its meaning from wikipedia and this is what I discovered the following;

Defenestration is the act of throwing someone or something out of a window.[1] The term “defenestration” was coined around the time of an incident in Prague Castle in the year 1618. The act carries the connotation of forcibly or peremptorily removing an adversary, and is sometimes used in just that sense; it also suggests breaking the windows in the process (also means removal). Although defenestrations can be fatal due to the height of the window through which a person is thrown or throws oneself, or due to lacerations from broken glass, the act of defenestration need not carry the intent or result of death.

So that’s what it means and while it’s a fascinating thing, I could not think of a way to work it properly into a writing prompt and thus, the following conversation was used to work it into the writing for today…

The man flipped through the dictionary…it was a lame game that they were playing but considering how smashed the trio were, none of them really had enough where-with-all to care. “Spell, defenestration,” he mumbled causing the other two to giggle.

“Whad you say Gary?” asked one of the giggling females as she tried to take another sip of her drink.

“I said spell defenestration Lucy,” Gary replied in a rather haughty tone. He didn’t like being ignored, and he hatted being laughed at even more.

“I don’t know what that is,” Lucy whispered rather loudly to her other giggling companion Jenny. “Do you?”

“I’m not the one with the PSD,” Jen replied. “So–“

“You mean PHD,” Gary interjected, garnering the two girls attention again. “And Lucy doesn’t have a PHD, she just has a undergrad degree.”

“Mock me all you want Mister high and mighty,” Lucy stated with a false sense of bravado. “But I’m quite happy with my little degree.”

“Good,” Gary muttered before looking down at the dictionary once more, the tiny print swirling before his eyes. “Now spell defenestration.”

“Can I have it in a sentence?” asked Lucy, wondering what the hell the word meant.

Gary’s eyes squinted as he attempted to read and process the tiny print of the dictionary. “It says something about being forced out a window…”

“So like, Edward defenestrated Mark?” asked Jen.

“Oh!” Lucy exclaimed with another bought of giggles. “That sounds so dirty!”

Gary threw the dictionary at Lucy. “You have a dirty mind.”

“Yeah well you’re the one who picked the dirty word,” Lucy countered as she threw the dictionary back at Gary, causing him to spill his drink as the heavy paper back book slammed into his hand. “Pick another world.”

“I don’t think that that is a good idea,” Gary muttered as he put the dictionary to one side. “You’re too gone to spell anything.”

“S’not true,” Lucy insisted as she put her drink down, narrowly missing the edge of the table and spilling it all over her bare feet. “I can spell it! D-E-F-E-N-C…”

“WRONG!” Gary exclaimed as he tossed the dictionary back at her. “You’ve got to study more.”

Jen laughed. “Who needs to study? It’s summer.”

“Yeah,” Lucy agreed. “All I need to study is another glass of vodka.”

Gary sighed and passed the bottle over to his friend. It was going to be a long night and if she could get through it without defenestrating out the first floor window to puke then all would be well.

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Family, you can’t ignore the fact that family is the most important thing in the world for they are (or rather they should) with you every step of your journey through life. The rag-tag group was a family though they wouldn’t be assumed to be so. There were people from every walk of life, and the six of them were closer than anyone would believe. They weren’t family by blood, but they were family out of necessity. Questing across the world had brought them closer together. They had saved their lines more often than any of them would care to count, and there had been lots of joyful journeying along the way.

True, that this little family had had its share of drama, quests going off the proven path, arguments between would-be leaders and a couple triangles and quadrangles were either in process or were in the process of healing but in the end it didn’t matter. They would all be willing to die for each other, and as they faced down their toughest challenge yet, that notion really hit home.

“Are we sure that we want to do this?” the leader asked. He was a strong man with dark skin and broad shoulders. His white clothing shone like a beacon in the glowing dark and contrasted against his skin. “I know that we don’t really have a choice,” he continued, turning to his five friends. “But we could always walk away.”

There was silence for a couple minutes as everyone contemplated what he was saying. Could they really abandon the quest now? Could they really walk away and live their lives out in peace?

“No way,” the youngest of the group spoke up, coming to stand by the leader whom she had an unrequited crush on. “We’ve come this far. We can’t stop now.”

“Allie’s right,” another member of the group spoke up as he too joined the leader and the girl making the duo a trio. “The whole point was to get to this point, everything has been leading to it…to leave now would just be…”

“Stupid,” a fourth member of the group interjected as she stood beside Allie. “So we go for it?”

The fifth member of the group nodded. “Come hell or high water,” he began with a smile as he stood beside Allie. “We get the job done.”

Five pairs of eyes looked to the last member of their group. She was tall, thin and beautiful. If her life hadn’t been overtaken by the quest she would have been living life in high society, far away from all the trouble that had been wrought upon them and she of all of them had been the one who had been most least likely to go on the quest. Yet she had come along because she had been eyeing the leader for some time before the proverbial shit hit the fan.

“So Cara?” asked the leader as he took a step forward. “Are you in? Or are you out?”

Silence, a heavy silence passed and the girl did not speak.

“It’s okay,” the leader continued accepting her unspoken choice with as much dignity as he could muster. “None of us had to take up this quest, and you certainly don’t have to do anything that you…”

“Oh would you let someone else talk Alex for once in your life,” Cara interrupted as she took some strides forward. “Yes, none of us needed to get put on this path. The quest has been voluntary until now but what kind of person would I be if I abandoned my family at this crucial point…” she paused and looked each of them in the eyes. “…win or lose we do it together, right?”

The other four nodded in agreement and the leader brought her in for a good hug. When he pulled away he turned and lead his merry band of followers into the unknown. Their final challenge was at hand and even though there was a slim chance of them coming through it alive…they were facing it together because they were family. And that’s what family does for one another.

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PROMPT 10 "Happy"

Happy, she couldn’t remember the last time she had actually been this happy. Her life up till now had just been one series of disappointments after another. From the time she entered school, right through for seventeen years it was one year of hell after another. Sometimes she wondered how she hadn’t ended it all before now. She still couldn’t quite grasp how she had found the inner strength to endure all that she had…

“I suppose I’ve just never been a quitter,” she told her psychologist once during one of their many, many sessions. “Quitting like that just seemed…pointless.”

And it would have been pointless. If she had ended it all years before she would have never met the man of her dreams. She would never had fallen in love. She would have never gotten engaged and she wouldn’t be standing in front of all her friends and family now, ready to give her speech.

“Friends,” she began, her voice choking up with emotion all ready. “Family, and dear loved ones. I have to say that I’m beyond words at this point. I never thought that this day would ever come, and now that it’s here I wish that it would never end.”

She paused and glanced down lovingly at her husband. “Jake and I are so thrilled that you’ve all taken time out of your busy schedules to celebrate our big day and we are so happy that you could join in our happiness,” she paused and turned to her husband. “Jacob darling, I love you. You make me happier than words and I can only hope that every day of our lives is filled with one fraction of the happiness that I’m experiencing right now because, if we can be as happy as we are now every day of our lives then we will be wanting of nothing. I love you, and I cherish you and I am so happy and–“

She choked up now and couldn’t speak any more. The gathered friends and family broke out into spontaneous applause and her husband passed her a tissue to dry her eyes of the happy tears.

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“Do you remember what you said last night?”

“Of course I remember,” she stated with a sarcastic laugh. “I know that I was hammered, but I wasn’t that drunk.”

He looked at her suspiciously. “If you remember, then tell me.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to say it again,” she argued. “It was embaressing as hell last time.”

“Forget embarassing,” he prompted. “i was so drunk that I don’t remember exactly what you said so I want you to say it again.”



“I said no.”

He sighed. “Come on,” he pleaded. ‘Tell me.”

“Alright!” she exclaimed, fed up with his whining voice. “I said that I loved you.”


“You heard me,” she snapped. “I love you. You’re an egotistical, arrogant, son of a bitch and I love you. You’re mean and cruel and horrible and I still love you!” she paused and looked at his shocked face. “I hate myself for loving you the way that I do,” she admitted. “I know that we won’t work, and yet I can’t help feeling the way I do, and my relationships won’t move forward because I’m so hung up on you and…”

“Hush,” he soothed as she broke down into tears. “I’m sorry,”

“What have you got to be sorry for?” she asked, trying to keep her tears at bay. “You’re not the one who’s an emotional wreck.”

“No,” he agreed as he pulled her into a comforting hug. “But I’m still sorry for being the cause.”

He knew as well as she did that all she accused him of was true. He was an egotistical, arrogant man who sometimes quite enjoyed being mean and cruel and horrible to people, but he had loved the woman before him at one time and his personality had pushed her away and he had never quite forgiven himself for being such a jerk.

He couldn’t help but remember all the good times that they had had while together. To be sure those expriences had been few and far between but they had been there over the course of their year long relationship and above all it was those happy times that he cherished. He would remember the happy times when he was most in need of cheering up and as his former flame cried into his shoulder, he couldn’t help but wonder if he could change for love.

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