Deux: He found her body at midnight.

Prompt: He found her body at midnight.
From: NaNoWriMo's Give and Take a Prompt Thread
Word Count: 80
Notes: At first I was going to go in a totally different direction with this, but suddenly Cinderella popped into my mind, and the following poem was created. It's a little sad, a little morbid, but the language makes me happy.

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Moonlight ticking up the clock,
Nine, Ten, Eleven
Almost Twelve.
Close, near, not far at all.

A luminous ball,
Gonna dance all night?
Only a wish, but the spell
Won't last forever.

Twirl, spin, waltz.
Sparkle, laugh, live.
Two shiny shoes,
One prince to love.

Ticking, Tocking.
Moonlight creeping up
A clock.
Midnight, Midnight!

Run, dash, flee.
Dress dissolving,
Pumpkins crumbling,
Magic Ending.

Pretty lil' shoes,
Not so great for speed.
Trip, Crash, Fall.
He found her body at midnight.

Un: "Guys, calm down. They ARE just bakery items."

Prompt: "Guys, calm down. They ARE just bakery items."
From: NaNoWriMo's Adopt an Opening Line Thread
Word Count: 352

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"Guys, calm down. They ARE just bakery items."Erin said. She'd stopped by the local bakery on the way home and picked up a few sugary goodies. She had eaten most of them on the way home, and from the looks of her roommates Erin was suddenly wishing she had eaten all of them.

Blanche's big brown eyes widened in disbelief, "They aren't 'just' anything. They're horrible!"

"Forbidden! Evil!" Laurie chimed in, her narrowed eyes contrasting Blanche's. "Fattening!"

Erin glanced down at the crumpled, paper bag and her sugar dusted t-shirt. She had known her roommates were a tad obsessed with being healthy and had strict diet plans, but wasn't this taking it to a new extreme? Not wanting to stir up anymore trouble, Erin said, "Okay, guys. If you don't like them so much I'll just leave and eat them with my boyfriend or something. Alright?" She turned toward the doorway only to find her third roommate blocking the way.

Chantal was the quietest of the girls. She had reclusive tendencies, and her only real connection with Blanche and Laurie was her extensive collection of health and dieting books. Now that Erin thought about it, she had never heard Chantal speak before.

"Wait." Her voice was low and frog-like, as if it had withered from disuse. "There are no coincidences. Perhaps this forbidden fruit, or pastry as it were, is here as a reward. For us. Maybe?" She seemed faintly hopeful as she looked to Laurie and Blanche. Her light blue eyes filled with open desire.

"I suppose so..." Blanche trailed off, looking at the bakery bag in a new perspective .

"Yes! Reward!" Laurie edged closer to Erin, her eyes rooted on the very thing that had been forbidden a moment before. "Sugar!"

Without another word between them, Chantal snatched the previously offensive bag and sprinted into the other room. Laurie and Blanche only a few steps behind her.

Dumbfounded, Erin stared after them for a moment before dusting the sugar off of herself and heading out the door. Maybe I should go live with my boyfriend for awhile, she thought.

An Introduction

I love to write. Lately though, I've had way more writer's block than I'd like to admit or even think about. This is the solution that I've come up with, and hopefully it'll work.

I'm going to write to prompts when I can't think of anything to possibly write. When I can think of things, I'll write them here as well.

That's all, really. Guess I'll get started then.

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