Wacky Writer's Wednesday Prompt 4

This week's WWW prompt was inspired by Selena Gomez's song, A Year Without Rain.  The lyrics are posted after the video.  Picture your MC in love with someone they can't live without.  What would they do if they disappeared, or went away for a long time?  You can also interpret the song how you like. Just remember that the response is due by Sunday at midnight! 

Here's the video:

The lyrics are:

Oooooh 
Can you feel me when I think about you? 
With every breath I take 
Every minute, no matter what I do 
My world is an empty place 

Like I've been wonderin the desert 
For a thousand days 
Don't know if it's a mirage 
But I always see your face, baby 

I'm missing you so much 
Can't help it, I'm in love 
A day without you is like a year without rain 
I need you by my side 
Don't know how I'll survive 
A day without you is like a year without rain 
Ohhohoh, Woooaaahh woaahh 

The stars are burning 
I hear your voice in my mind 
Can't you hear me calling 
My heart is yearning 
Like the ocean that's running dry 
Catch me I'm falling 

It's like the ground is crumbling underneath my feet 
(Won't you save me) 
There's gonna be a monsoon 
When you get back to me 
Ohhhh baby 

I'm missing you so much 

Can't help it, I'm in love 
A day without you is like a year without rain 
I need you by my side 
Don't know how I'll survive 
A day without you is like a year without rain 
Ohhohoh, Woooaaahh woaahh 

So let this drought come to an end 
And make this desert flower again 
I'm so glad you found me 
Stick around me 
Baby, baby, baby, oh 
It's a world of wonder with you in my life 
Still hurting baby 
Don't waste no more time 
And I need you here 
I can't explain 
But a day without you 
Is like a year without rain 
Ohhohoh 

I'm missing you so much 
Can't help it, I'm in love 
A day without you is like a year without rain 
I need you by my side 
Don't know how I'll survive 
A day without you is like a year without rain 
Ohhohoh, Woooaaahh woaahh 
Ooohh, Ooooooooouuhh

WWW prompt 3 posted for Amy Judd

Heat traveled through the chipped cup, and into her cold hands. Black limp hair hung around Viktoria’s face hiding her features. She lifted the cup to her cracked lips. Gulping down the scalding liquid, Viktoria didn’t stop until every drop was gone. 
Above her came the sound of gum popping. “Sugar, you want another cup of coffee?” 
Viktoria head slowly rose to look up at the woman in her 50’s. The woman’s hair was a lovely vibrate Easter egg. The girl nodded and pushed her mug towards the edge of the table. Steam rose up from the mug as the black brew sloshed against the sides. Dragging the cup in front of her, Viktoria hovered over the cup ignoring the waitress. Viktoria sucked the coffee into her mouth through her teeth, and winched as it burned her taste buds. The coffee was black, and bitter from being brewed too long. 
Gazes passed over Viktoria easily, never noting anything of circumstance. All around her was the signs of life. People talked among themselves while some of them devouring the food that came from behind the diner’s counter. The clock ticked down the hours, the minute hand finally making it 3:35 pm. A couple burst through the door, a woman with short spiky blonde hair and a man with short hair. The man was scarred from a severe chicken pocks. The woman was of medium build, with a happy-go lucky smile. The woman hung on the arm of the man. They laughed boisterously and wobbled on their feet as they dropped down into a booth. 
Viktoria’s eyes followed the waitress who walked to the couple’s table. “Can I get you kids anything?” 
The man’s arm wrapped around his companions jerked her up against him. “Heck yeah! We’re going to need coffee. I want steak cooked rare, and eggs. What do you want baby?”
The woman was laughing, and turned to kiss her companion’s cheek. “Coffee, with lots of sugar and cream. Oh, and a pancake stack.” The waitress nodded before walking off to give the order. The waitress returned placing cups in front of the couple, and pouring them a large helping of coffee. With a yellow smile, the waitress placed their food in front of them.
“Get you anything else, sugar?” 
Viktoria’s head lifted from her empty cup of coffee, her eyes focusing on the name tag pinned the woman’s pink uniform. “Betty Joe, thank you.” Reaching out, Viktoria brushed her hand over the top of the waitresses. “But, I have everything I need…”
Betty Joe’s eyebrow lifted in confusion, her mouth hanging open the words hanging on her tongue. 
A male voice shouted from the couples table, “HEY YOU! WAITRESS.”
Betty Joe turned away from Viktoria and stepped up to the table. “Can I help you sugar?”
“Yeah, what the heck is this shit?!” The man picked up his plate shoved it across the table at Betty Joe. “I thought I asked for rare. That ain’t rare. It’s freaking beef jerky. “ The man picked up the knife and stabbed his streak repeatedly. 
Betty Joe said apologetically, “I’m sorry! I’ll get the cook to make another one for you.” Betty Joe stepped backwards, her foot landing on a plastic cup. The glass slammed forward forward hitting the woman in the knee. Betty Joe fell backwards her head slamming against the counter behind her. Betty Joe crumpled to the floor lying in a heap on the ground while blood oozed from the fatal wound on the back of her head. Viktoria wiggled out from the bench, and slipped her hands into her pocket. People moved forward hurrying towards Betty Joe’s body. “Someone call 911!” Easily, Viktoria moved around the group stepping out of the diner.
Betty Joe stepped you beside Viktoria. Her hands twisted around and around. The sound of her shoes squeaking as she hurried to catch up to Viktoria. “I’m dead, aren’t I?” 
“Yes. You’re dead.”
Betty Joe stammering, “But…I…What are you?” 
Viktoria turned to face the waitress, “What do you see?” Grey silver eyes gazed at Betty Joe, who starred off at the horizon. 
A sigh of relief cascaded from Betty Joe’s lips, “It’s beautiful.” Betty Joe dropped her head looking down at herself. A transformation had taken place on the old woman. Her hair was long and cascaded down her back in a deep chestnut brown. Her wrinkles smoothed out, and the body that had been worn away by hardship and old age. “You’re an angel of death. Thank you. Thank you for taking me home.” Betty Joe took a step towards the image. “I’m….I’m going to sing now. I always wanted to sing.” Tears streamed down Betty Joe’s face, as she ran forward in her high heels towards the image of her heaven. 
Viktoria’s eyes moved over Betty Joe’s heaven. “No. I’m no angel.” Bright lights flashed in big letters the name, Elizabeth Josephine. Jazz music came from the old Hollywood dance club. Betty Joe didn’t look back, as she slipped into the building, and once she did the heaven faded. 
Viktoria shoved her hands deeper into her pocket, and stepped towards the road. She’d only stood there a few moments before a trucker pulled over. “Going my way?” Limp haired nodded up and down. Viktoria lifted herself up and slid into the cabin slamming the door shut. The onyx ring with its snake eating the stone reflected the light. Dark light cast a shadow on the bearded man sitting behind the wheel, illuminating the skeleton beneath the drivers face, and a clock counting down the minutes till his death.

Wacky Writer's Wednesday prompt #3

Ok, I am a little late today, but better late than never, right? Right! This weeks WWW prompt is:

If you or your character could have any super power, what would it be, and how would they use it?

I think this one is MUCH easier than last weeks, don't you agree?

Remember, each story is due by Sunday night at midnight, EST.

Gideon's Story- WWW Prompt #2 response for Erin Danzer

Posted for Erin Danzer
Title: Gideon's Story

“Gideon McAuliffe.”
Gideon was used to the disembodied female voice by now. He’d been hearing it
for weeks, so to hear it tonight was no surprise. His sleep was never interrupted, but the
dream always started the same. The voice said his name, he turned towards the door
and Rosemary Simon, the woman he loved, would be there. Tonight, he turned towards
the door and it wasn’t Rosemary who stood waiting for him. This woman had blond
locks down to her waist and wore a bright red dress with a black corset. Her pale skin
glowed in the moonlight and her blue eyes sparkled like the shiniest sapphire. He was
mesmerized and for the first time since Rosemary’s disappearance six months ago, he
forgot about her.
“Gideon McAuliffe, you have been chosen to end your current life as a mortal,”
the woman said as she floated into the room. Gideon just watched her enter his
bedroom, her morbid words bouncing off his frozen mind.
“What will I become?” he asked. The woman’s feet made no sound as she crossed
the room to sit on the edge of the bed where he lay. He rolled over to look up at her and
she reached out to stroke his cheek. A small smile played at her lips.
“Why, immortal, of course,” she whispered and his heart pounded in his chest.
“Immortal; like a vampire?” he questioned and her smile widened.
“Yes, exactly that. Isn’t that what you want; the one thing that will bring you
closer to your true love?”
He sat up so fast, he would have knocked the woman off the bed if she hadn't
had such great reflexes. She jumped to her feet and looked down at him, her long nails
skimming his cheek once again. This close, he could smell her: lilies and jasmine with
just a hint of decay.
“What do you know about Rosemary?” he blurted out. Rosemary had been his
life, his one reason for existing before she disappeared. And try as he might, no matter
how long he stayed out looking for it, it was like she fell off the face of the earth. To have
this strange woman tell him she knew Rosemary was like a dream come true; if she
knew his love, he could force her to take him to her.
“I know she hides. I know she’s scared and she needs a companion during these
endless, lonely nights,” the woman declared and returned to her place next to him on
the bed. Her hand cupped his cheek as Gideon stared up at her in disbelief.
“How is it you know where she is when I haven’t found her in the six months I’ve
been searching?”
“You don’t know where to look, but accept my gift of immortality and it will open
the doors you need to be reunited with your true love.” She leaned closer to him, her
fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Say yes, Gideon; say yes to finding your Rosemary,” she
whispered and his breath caught in his throat. This was what he wanted; it was what he
needed. He needed to find Rosemary. Being without her was not living; only when he
found her, could he truly be alive again.
“Yes,” he whispered and the woman smiled as she lowered her face to his neck.
His head tilted back as her fangs pierced his skin and his life force flowed into her
mouth.

Gideon woke with a start and was surprised to see the final rays of the setting sun
through the open window. He blinked several times and shook his head, trying to clear
his mind of the nightmare he’d just woken from. That woman, he silently swore; the one
who’d been haunting his dreams for weeks. She’d come to him again last night and while
he usually forgot what happened in them, this dream he remembered perfectly. His neck
hurt where her fangs had pierced it and he reached up to feel the phantom wound. He
drew his hand away and his eyes widened when he saw a trace of blood on his fingertips.
His heart pounded as he jumped from the bed and ran to the mirror across the room.
It couldn’t be; it had always been a dream. He couldn’t be a vampire! He looked in the
mirror and gasped at the mostly closed wound on his neck. A bite mark, two holes where
her fangs had changed his life.

Wacky Writer's Wednesday Prompt #2

Sorry this is a little late in the day guys.  Life seems to have escaped me!  This one was inspired and suggested by Ira.  I kind of like the idea; it's original and unique. Are you ready? here it goes:

You wake up one night after having one of those deep, thought provoking dreams.  Only, instead of forgetting about it, this dream changes your life.  What is this dream, and how does it change your life?

There you go! That's your prompt for this week. It's due by SUNDAY night instead of Saturday.  Remember the minimum word count is 500 words and the max is 1,500!

Ready...set....WRITE!

Remember, for those of you who have posting rights, please make sure to post your story with the subject WWW Prompt 2 + the title of your story if you have one.  If you don't have posting privleges, e-mail me at authoradvice@gmail.com with the subject WWW Prompt #2

Delilah-Posted for Erin Danzer for WWW prompt #1

I am posting this for Erin, as she was having trouble posting this herself.  Please be nice and comment on her story!

Prompt #1 - If you were a paranormal creature, and you had a friend with an incurable disease, would you "save" them or let them suffer and possibly die?

I’ve never told anyone this before. Everyone around me thinks they know me so well, like I’m their best friend or something. In reality, nobody knows me and I am their worst nightmare. My name is Delilah and I am a vampire. My bite is intoxicating even as it takes the last drop of blood from your veins. You love me. You beg for me. You wish it would never end. I hate you. I’m incapable of anything other than lust and satisfying my own needs. Or at least that’s what I always told myself… until James came along, when everything I thought was right was turned upside down.

James and I met in a bar. That’s where I used to meet a lot of my “dates” and I figured he wouldn’t be any different. The first night he said hi to me in passing. The second night, he completely ignored me. That irritated me; nobody ignored me if I didn’t want them to. I tried to get close to him, to learn his story, find out who he was, but every time I tried, he moved further away. Finally, a week had gone by and then another and I knew as much about James as I did the first night we said hi. I knew I needed a different approach.

So I peeked into his mind and found out where he lived. I started haunting his apartment building, waiting for an opportunity to approach him. I had to have him – I had to know him! Due to the lack of contact, he’d become an obsession. He had to be MINE! And I was going to make it so.

Finally, after another month of haunting his apartment building and anywhere else I knew him to be, he let me approach him. After six agonizing weeks of being left out in the cold every night until dawn, his eyes met mine and I knew he’d finally relented. He nodded as he passed the shadowed doorway where I hid and my hungry gaze followed him into the building, where he left the door ajar instead of pulling it closed tight. Swiftly, I raced to the door and followed him up to his fourth floor apartment. Though I’d never stepped foot inside, I’d spent plenty of time in the hallway outside. This door was also ajar and I pushed it open with ease. It never occurred to me to take caution. He was letting me in! After what felt like a small eternity, he was letting me into his home – his  life. And now his life would be mine!

The apartment was brightly lit and sparsely furnished. A low couch and a table made up the front room. I stepped around both, listening for sounds of him throughout the apartment. The kitchen was straight ahead and I thought I heard something from that direction. Or was it the bedroom down the short hallway? I just didn’t know. I stopped in the middle of the living room and closed my eyes to better concentrate. Now that I was surrounded by him, I couldn’t keep my mind on the task at hand.

I felt him enter the room the same moment I heard the whisper of his bare feet on the plush carpet. My eyes popped open to find him standing just inches in front of me. Surprised, I stumbled back, catching myself on the corner of the table. I would have fallen if not for his quick reflexes. He reached out and kept me steadily on my feet. I was eternally grateful.

“Who are you?” he whispered, his voice raspy. His slate blue eyes stared at me hard as though he was trying to answer his own question without giving me a chance to. I narrowed my eyes at him and flipped my long mane over one shoulder, but his grip on my arm stayed strong and kept me within kissing distance. He shook me a bit, enough to set my hair fluttering around my face.

“Who are you?” he repeated, his voice stronger now that he had an edge of anger in there. I planted my feet and stood my ground.

“I am Delilah,” I told him regally. He studied me another moment before doing the one thing I’d never had done. He threw his head back and laughed in my face. Anger warred with awe at the beautiful sound and I debated whether to punch him or pull him closer.

“Seriously; that’s what you’re calling yourself these days?” he asked still chuckling. I cocked my head at him. Did I know him? I took in his torn, ratty jeans and faded shirt, his white hair that looked in need of a trim and wash and the slate blue eyes that never left mine. Unease settled in the pit of my stomach as I thought back over my 300 years, trying to place his face. It all took a matter of seconds, but it felt like a year. I shook my head. I didn’t know him.

“Who are you?” I asked in return. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he finally let go of my arm and took a step back to put some distance between us.

“I am Gideon,” he announced. My heart pounded in my chest as I blindly stumbled back from him. Gideon! My love! Shakily, I sank onto the corner of the worn couch and stared up at him with renewed interest. This couldn’t be the strong man I’d loved. The Gideon I’d known had long dark hair and eyes the color of the summer sky. Gideon had been human; even after my own desertion into becoming a monster, I’d made sure he stayed safe. No one was supposed to touch what was mine. Anger bubbled within me as Gideon sat down next to me.

“What happened to you?” I asked brokenly. It was impossible to deny who he claimed to be; what reason would he have to lie? I forced my nose to wrinkle. “Why are you old?”

“I’m dying,” he declared and I recoiled as though he’d hit me. Dying? He wasn’t supposed to die!

“How?” I barked. “Why are you here now?”

“I sought out another after you became a vampire,” he admitted. “I knew you wouldn’t like it, but you couldn’t stop me if you weren’t around. It wasn’t until after the transformation that I was told about the curse of my existence. Not only did I have to drink blood to survive, but I also had a deadline. After 300 years, if my true love did not die before me, I would die. It’s been 299 years and nine months. I have only three months to live.”

My world crashed down around me. Three months to live? After finding my true love again, all I would get was three months of happiness before Death took him from me for good? NO! It couldn’t happen! There had to be a way to stop it!

“What can I do?” I whispered, horrified but knowing I would do whatever possible to restore him to his former self. He shook his head, averting his eyes to his hands clasped on his lap.

“There’s nothing you can do,” he declared and I glared as I grabbed his arm and forced him to look at me.

“What do I have to do?” I repeated vehemently. “I don’t care if I die; knowing you’re still alive is enough.”

His eyes narrowed again. “I won’t lose you again the moment I regain you.”

“Then we need a solution. You have to tell me how to help you. Please. I can’t lose you again.” 

Bloody tears streamed down my face and neither of us made a move to wipe them away. We sat staring at each other for several minutes, lost in the memories of what we would never have again. Finally, he grasped my hands as he sighed. His eyes met mine and they were kind, the eyes of the man I’d fallen in love with more than 300 years ago.

“You have to die,” he whispered and I nodded.

“I will,” I agreed and pulled him close for our final kiss.

Wacky Writer's Wednesday Prompt #1

This week's Wacky Wednesday Writing prompt was inspired by author Ashlynn Monroe's short story, Dark Miracle.  The prompt is this:

 If you were a paranormal creature, and you had a friend with an incurable disease, would you "save" them or let them suffer and possibly die?


Be sure to take a look at the rules before you start writing your story! 

Wacky Writer's Wednesday Rules

Wacky Writer's Wednesday is a fun little writing game that I came up with.  Every Wednesday I will post up a different writing prompt.  It will either be in the form of words, a music video, a poem I come across or as simple as a photo.  The following are the list of rules to participate in the game.

1a) Check this blog every Wednesday for your new writing prompt.  I will do my best to post it as early in the day as possible, but they will most likely be posted in the late afternoon or early evening.
1b) If you decide to participate, please make sure you link back to this post on your post so that I know you understand the rules.
2) All posts on this blog/in this game are in eastern standard time (if that makes a difference for anyone)
3) Each story should be between 500 & 1,500 words (max & min).
4) If you find yourself going over 1,500 words, make sure to put a TBC (to be continued) comment at the bottom of the page and you can continue with the following weeks post.
5) If you would like to participate in Wacky Writer's Wednesday (Or WWW for short), please E-MAIL me at bethmasarik@gmail.com OR comment that weeks writing prompt blog post.
6) You do not have to play every week, but I would love it if you did.
7) ALL stories are due by Saturday night at midnight, eastern standard time.
8) Please MAKE SURE YOU TELL ME YOU ARE INTERESTED so that I may make you a contributor for this blog, so that you can post your story.
9) After you post your story, please make sure you READ & COMMENT everyone else's stories that are participating.
10) Every story that is entered, will go in a "pool" at the end of every month, and we will all vote on which story we like best. (I will ask my publisher or someone close to me who is a non participant for help with this)
11) The story that is voted on the most will be featured on the WWW page until the end of the following month.
12) The monthly winners will then be put into one big pool at the end of July/beginning of august and will be entered to win a FREE copy of my debut novel, The World Among Us, a YA Fantasy novel with a Romeo & Juliet mythology twist.
13) The monthly drawings will be held on the 29/30 of every month, except in the month of February, where I will draw it on the 28th.

WWW-Writing prompts

Wacky Writer's Wednesday, or WWW for short, is a new idea that I got.  I will post different writing prompts every Wednesday.  You can do whatever you like with these prompts-you can use them to inspire poetry, or a short story.  If you want to participate, you should send me an e-mail at bethmasarik@gmail.com with the subject being WWW WRITING PROMPTS.  The short stories should be between 500 and 1,500 words long.  Those who participate, will get their short stories posted here on my blog for people to comment.  You're story doesn't have to be perfect, but it should be legible.  Make sure you use spellcheck BEFORE you submit your work.

I am working on a point system, and the person who submits the most stories between now and August and who racks up the most points, will receive a FREE copy of my debut novel, The World Among Us.