Daily Prompt: Inefficient

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I searched and searched and searched. I have not used the word inefficient in any of the books, short stories or poems that I have written. I tried to find something related, but didn’t really like anything. Therefore instead, here’s a poem I apparently haven’t shared yet:

Monster in the Street

It’s summer.
The children are laughing, running
and screaming in fun.
The leaves are all green; fall is far off.
Winter a distant memory.

In the street, tag, football, baseball.
No one knows what is really being played,
But the children join in.

The street is new,
The subdivision less than a year old.
The river nearby was changed a little,
But not enough to destroy his hideout.
He watches the children,
Listens to their joy,
And sighs.
It sounds like fun.

The sun is starting its descent from the heavens
And the temperature drops a touch.
He can come out now;
It’s not dangerous any more.
He peeps his head out of the hole,
Looks around cautiously.
Creeps along the riverbed,
Seeking out the sound of children.

A red rubber ball bounces toward him
He gives a big toothed grin,
And captures it!
Prize in his hands, he runs up the embankment
On short stubby legs.
He reaches the field, sees the street and grins.

A small boy sees, points and shrieks!
The others turn and see
A green monster,
As small as they are,
But with large protruding teeth,
And sharp claws.
Spiked tail and horns
make this little scaled one terrifying.

The children run and scream and hide.
He holds up the ball, an offering of peace.
A sad smile shows itself as they continue to flee.
Will no one stay?
Will no one play?

One lone girl, shy but brave
Sees the monster, sees the tear in its eye,
Sees that he’s holding her ball.
The others took it and threw it.
He is holding it out to her.

Bright eyed and looking for a friend,
She approaches cautiously.
He smiles and tries to hold the ball out.
She smiles and takes it from him.
Then steps to him.
And takes his hand.

The young monster squeezes her hand back
And smiles.
She laughs and he purrs.
Friendship,
In unexpected places.

 

Daily Prompt: Swallow

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When I saw today’s word, I was a bit worried. I write Fantasy-Romance novels and The Grey House has quite a few very adult scenes that include the word ‘swallow’. I wasn’t sure I wanted to post any of them. When I arrived home, I looked up all the instances of the word ‘swallow’ in The Grey House, Book One. (I LOVE search/find tools.) And realized that I had in a way “forgotten” that this was a VAMPIRE trilogy…

So here is a rather tame use of the word ‘swallow’ from The Grey House, Book One. For more risque usages, you’ll have to read the trilogy when it comes out:

Vincent took a few swallows of her blood, then pulled his head away. He quickly reached into his pants pocket to grab a clean handkerchief. He placed it over her wound and allowed her to take her arm back. He licked her blood off his lips as he watched her turn her back.

 

Daily Prompt: Talisman

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I searched all my writing, easily done with search functions, and found that I had never used the word ‘talisman’. But thesaurus to the rescue, I have used the word ‘amulet’. This is from an unfinished work, currently entitled “Coffee Shop”:

Knowing his purpose, Heathcliff stood and went to the tent. He grabbed the backpack full of clothing and slung it onto his back. He slipped his amulet from around his neck and wrapped the chain around his left hand. He knelt beside Princess Leona and touched her bare arm that was sticking out from the sleeping bag. Heathcliff took slow breaths, closed his eyes and recited the spell that would take them both home.

 

Daily Prompt: Invisible

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From The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House:

The sword was about three and a half feet in length, looked like a two handed sword but was lighter than a rapier. It was well balanced, a quality piece of work. The blade had the look of a Damascus sword, but the folds of metal were red, orange and yellow. The runes on it were almost invisible unless hit by direct light. She traced the symbols, wondering what they would do in direct sunlight. It was one o’clock in the morning. She would have to wait a few hours to find out. Backing away from the car, Natalia swung the sword, feeling the weight and balance. It really was a fine sword.

Daily Prompt: Identical

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From The Grey House, Book Three, Protector of the Grey House:

The first demon bellowed and advanced on Vincent, who watched in terror as the other went for his woman. He had never seen these demons before and had no idea how to banish them. They were taller then he by a head and twice as wide. They were formed by broken pieces of mirror, glass, razor blades and what looked to be hypodermic needles. Their hands were all broken glass, with long bits acting as claws. Their mouths resembled sharks’ mouths, with row after row of needles. Their eyes looked like bent spoons. Vincent could see no flesh. The thing before him bellowed and he backed off, assessing the situation. Joseph was by his side, handing him a short sword, brandishing an identical one.

 

Daily Prompt: Blush

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This is from The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House.

Rebecca leaned back against the desk, chewed on her lip and plunged ahead. “I’m pregnant.” Vincent raised an eyebrow; Markus made a noise and Charlie blushed. “Do you remember how my mother was when she was pregnant with me, sir?”

 

Daily Prompt: Patience

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This is from The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House

Vincent looked down at her with slight distaste. He had no patience for humans like her, but he let her cry anyway, knowing she needed to. She calmed enough and continued her story through sobs and more tears.

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Provoke

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A paragraph from my novel called The Storm.

The ambulance stopped soon enough and Nessa waited for the inevitable. Once the doors opened, she was nearly shoved out of the back. She kept her footing, and did nothing to provoke the men and women around her. She saw that they were in a garage, and that they were surrounded by men and women in hospital uniforms. The calmer she acted, the more nervous some became. The men wanted to sedate her; the women seemed to think she would be all right. Nessa said nothing, did nothing until finally a man in a lab coat came forward and stuck her with a needle in the arm. Nessa hissed in breath but allowed the medicine to flow through her bloodstream. Soon enough, the sedative took affect and she fainted.

Daily Prompt: Noise

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From The Grey House, Book One:

The woman placed a hand on Anthony’s knee and leaned in as if to kiss his ear. A frown crossed Vincent’s brow. What was her game? She stayed in that position and then Anthony turned his head toward her ear. His lips were moving, but Vincent couldn’t hear anything. He turned the sound up fruitlessly, bringing in more surrounding noise. Realizing he had been outsmarted, he calmly turned the sound down, punched up other camera views and vacated the chair. Mierka, one of his other bodyguards, smirked as she took the seat and went back to guarding the club.