Keisha - Erma prompt choice

This week's blog post match up is picked by Erma.

We are gonna have a different person pick a prompt each week and we all

have a week to get it written and up before the Sunday.

This week we have a little longer as it is our first week trying to get back in

the swing and there are events that have come up.

So all 3 stories need to be up before end of day on January 29. 

Here is the kickoff! The prompt is as follows:

Describe a person in two ways.

First, make us fall in love with them.

Second, make us hate them.

Keisha

- Kelly

 Sammy looked at Keisha she looked over her features her beautiful long blonde hair that cascaded all the way down her back looked like it was literal sunshine. her eyes were so blue it was like the sky was caught in them. 

See Sammy had previous knowledge of what Keisha was like in school she was the kindest girl if anybody was getting bullied she'd stick up for them.  if they were having a bad day she would cheer them up. her smile was contagious. her body wasn't thin nor was she bigger she was average She never Seamed to have any insecurities no one hated her everyone basically wanted to be her many teachers would say that they wish there were more of her in the world because it would make the world a better place but oh were they wrong. 

One day Sammy was walking home from school she noticed Keisha was walking all by herself so she decided to catch up to her to walk with her. at the time Sammy didn't realize that this would be her downfall this would lead to something she couldn't come back from. 

 the next thing she knew Sammy was waking up on the basement floor standing above her was Keisha how long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun with red splattered all throughout it those blue eyes staring into her soul like she was some piece of meat terrified her.  the things that Keisha was saying definitely weren't words she'd ever heard before come out of someone so sweet. And that smile will forever haunt her nightmares it was so sickly sweet that she never saw the ax coming.

Love Blind - Erma prompt choice

This week's blog post match up is picked by Erma.

We are gonna have a different person pick a prompt each week and we all

have a week to get it written and up before the Sunday.

This week we have a little longer as it is our first week trying to get back in

the swing and there are events that have come up.

So all 3 stories need to be up before end of day on January 29. 

Here is the kickoff! The prompt is as follows:

Describe a person in two ways.

First, make us fall in love with them.

Second, make us hate them.

LOVE BLIND

- Erma Currin

Something about the way the cafeteria light hit his huge green eyes captivated me. The way his hair shaped his face. His adorable smile that could light up an entire room. Just looking at him gave me butterflies. We became really good friends and after a few months I asked him out. He gave me one of his hoodies, took me out on dates to the pool, and told me he loved me. If I was sad, he was right there to cheer me up! He would give me little love notes in my locker. He would compliment me and tell me I was beautiful. He would text me all the time and ask me how my day was. He called me his “adorable little bean.” It was great. He even came to my uncle's birthday party and met my family. He talked about how great of a girlfriend I was when he talked to his friends. He would tell me he was proud of me whenever I did anything good.  I wanted nothing more than to be with him, by his side, through all of life's challenges….. 

I have never been more wrong in my life….

I didn't realize it because all I saw when I looked at him was perfection… He was perfect to me! My friends and family tried to tell me it was toxic, that what he was doing was wrong! But I didn't listen… I told them “You just don't know him like I do! You don't see things the way I do!”. 

I had a really bad depression day and the world seem to just, hate me! So I called him, in tears. Just hearing his voice gave me a bit of comfort. What I didn't realize though, and what I had no way of knowing, was that he was hanging out with his best friend when I called him. He listened to me talk for about a minute before he told me “You're just overreacting! Shut up” all I could hear was his best friend laughing before he hung up on me. I started to realize that maybe… just maybe…. My friends and family were right.

I started hearing rumors that he was talking bad about me behind my back. And I was told that he said something that, to me, was the last straw. 

“I don't actually want to date her. I just don't want her to date anyone else”

I broke up with him but I cried about it for hours. I was too caught up on what we used to be and didn't take a minute to look at what it had become. and now? Now I know what to look for to keep myself safe, I'm dating someone that truly cares about me, and I am truly happy with someone else.

Chosen. -Erma prompt choice

 This week's blog post match up is picked by Erma. We are gonna have a different person pick a prompt each week and we all have a week to get it written and up before the Sunday. This week we have a little longer as it is our first week trying to get back in the swing and there are events that have come up. So all 3 stories need to be up before end of day on January 29. 

Here is the kickoff! The prompt is as follows:

Describe a person in two ways. First, make us fall in love with them. Second, make us hate them. 

CHOSEN 
-Chelsey

Her eyes sparkled.
Her hair was silky.
Her smile was luminous.
Her giggle was sweet.
Her hands were soft.

Oh how she captured the room when she entered. Nothing compared to her. Every woman in the world wishes to hold the attention that she does. Turning every head, male and female alike. The thought of the chance to make her smile your direction drove people to be childlike and innocent in her presence. Making her happy was all anyone could wish, it was in every choice that you made around her.

Her eyes sparkled. As she drew in each person in turn there was a love that flowed out. Her eyes could cause a drowning man to ask for water. The deep pools of blue that shined when she smiled. The way she could express emotions with only those globes of perfection. The long lashes that she had could mimic the soft landing of a butterfly.

Her hair was silky. As she danced it would sway and sweep. Mesmerizing in it golden sheen. That is what always drew me to look at her. To watch her movements. The hair that looked like sunshine with no effort. The part of her that will always remind you of a summers day and the warmth and happiness it brings. To touch the soft waves of gold is like holding the most precious silks in all the world. 

Her smile was luminous. To have the power to light up a room and make everyone smile just with your presence is an amazing thing. To draw in everyone around you without effort but a smile. While it was just a few muscles that moved her pout of her lips, it seemed that it lifted her whole face and changed the way she moved and walked when she smiled. 

Her giggle was sweet. Soft and breathy and filled with hope. Nothing sounded more like cherubs in the clouds than that of her small bit of laughter. She did not give out her magic to just anyone, but when she did? Oh, you knew that it was meant for you and only you. There was love in the sound. There was purity and innocence. Everyone wishes for that sound to play across theirs ears, even if just once. 

Her hands were soft. They seemed to be able to take away any strife or pain of the day when she touched your skin. Those dainty, fair hands. She could calm your heart, or make it race. To take her hand in yours was to know heaven. Her touch could light a fire in your heart if she wanted to. Soft wisps of the tips of her fingers would draw you to her. To spin her on the dance floor and have her reach for you was divine. As she spoke, her hands would play out the stories in the air, drawing you deeper into her tail and falling for her with every word she spoke. 

Oh the happiness that seemed to radiate off of her with the attention that surrounded her. That she never had to work for the attention was a miracle in itself. She was so sweet to each person she was near. Everyone always just waited for her to arrive, every day.

As the door opened and she descended the stairs, everyone in the room came to a full alert. As she started around the room, she reached out, giving attention to every individual in turn. Her hands reaching out to run over a cheek, to glide over a the tip of a nose, to tease across a collarbone. Everyone would feel her touch as she passed by, none would be denied her attention, even if for just a moment. 

As she made her way around the room, making each person lift their heads to gaze upon her, only a small lift of her lips was given to each. None were making her smile today. No matter how each person gushed at her, none could make her happy. Each person just hung their head as she walked away, knowing they had failed in their quest. Failed to be her choice.

Each step brought her closer. Each click of her heels make my ears perk up as I waited for her to look toward me. My heart began to race as she drew closer. I dared not look up at her before she was in front of me for fear of being to eager. To draw her attention to soon and bring about unwanted reactions.

I did nothing by stand still and look down at my hands as she stopping at the man next to me. How dirty mine were when compared to hers. I dared not try to steal her attention. Did I want her attention on the man next to me? No. We all want the attention to be for us, and only us.

This may be the day. This may be the time. This may be the person she is looking for. The one who makes her happy today.... and it was not me. 

I hear a soft sign fall from her lips. Disappointment apparent from the sound. As my heart tries to beat out of my chest I dare to lift my head. My eyes, despite my nervousness, search her out as she takes another step toward me.

The world stops spinning. All time stands still. Breathing is impossible as her hand reaches out to touch my shoulder. Her hand, warming my skin as it moves across the exposed skin of my neck. Soft to the touch even with the tools that she worked with every single day, you would never find a callus or cut. Somehow, they were always clean and so very, very soft. 

A tear falls from my eye as a smile spreads wide across her face. She is choosing.... me. 

 As her hand slid across my collarbone, I raised my hands to try to stop what I knew was coming, but I couldn't. The shackles that bound my wrists would not reach high enough for me to touch her. The cold metal a stark difference from the warm fingertips as they spread across my neck. I had no choice but to let her do as she pleased. The sounds of the links in my chains made her giggle. She always loved when they fought against the restraints. 

We all just wanted picked. Being picked meant that the others were safe for one more day. Keeping the lights low in the room meant that not only could she keep us drawn to her beauty as it was all we could see aside from each other, but that it was harder to see what tools and playthings she had around. 

Her eyes sparkled. They lit up, knowing the pain she was going to inflict. Knowing that she had caused the fear in my face. Her eyes narrowed as her hand tightened around my throat. Stopping any chance of taking a breath. They danced in the dark of the room as I struggled. I know this will not be my end, she would never let it end so easily. No one can escape that quietly, or that quickly. The struggle is what made her happy. Her eyes sparkled, knowing that each person here would witness my pain. The only light was in the center of the room and as we were all kept to the circle, there was nowhere to hide. No way to turn away. 

While her eyes fluttered closed with pleasure upon hearing my struggle for air, my own eyes filled with tears. Choosing me meant that not only were the others safe for another day, they could hope of rescue. My own suffering would soon be at an end and I would not have to live another day watching her take the lives of those I loved. Those I was surrounded by.

Her hair was silky. As she spun around, jumping over chains, pulleys, and bolts that held us all, it would spread out and create wings like an angel. A fallen angel for sure. If there was ever a halo on that woman, it would be around her toe. Her horns well hidden in her golden locks. Only to be seen as she wrapped her hair up to avoid the mess as she carved away at her victims. Drawing screams from their lips and laughter from her own. 

Her smile was luminous. Her whole body would radiate as her lips curved upward. That the things she did and has done to her shackled and broken toys could bring her the joy that it does.... it would break anyone. To see her smile was knowing that this beauty would end your suffering. The suffering that she had caused. The pain that she was was going to inflict. Her smile spread as she pulled the chains to slam me to the cold, hard, floor.

Her giggle was sweet. Almost dripping with honey and sugar. So very sickening to hear as I felt my legs give out from under me. A giggle that showed that she truly thought this was all just playtime. To her it was I guess. She could do as she pleased without fear. She could slice, dice, gouge, and burn to see how skin reacted and what screams she could draw from each prisoner.

Her hands were soft. The blade was sharp. The hammer hard. The bones.... brittle. 

But the screams? They just were not loud enough to save the others. Hopefully tomorrows choice will be louder.