Post an actual writing prompt, but it can only be two or fewer sentences. And don't make the sentences run on, please. The prompts can be any genre just please put it at the top of your post. I'll start us off with an example:
Horror
My sister says that my mom killed her. My mom says that I don't have a sister.
I saw the baby lying in the crib next to me, squealing to be fed. I got up to feed him, but then I remembered that we cremated him yesterday.
um well what the heck am I supposed to do with this?
"You can't back out of this now, honey. You promised to babysit the child," My parents call from their sixth year in jail for serial killing.
"But mom, she's a witch! How am I supposed to babysit ashes?" I argue.
"Exactly. She's a witch. They're not ashes, Amberly, they're a baby. A dead baby. But she still needs to be taken care of, okay? Now, some things about ashed children. They really don't need to be fed or any of that, you just need to make sure they don't destroy themselves. Keep them away from fans and scissors. I know you're used to babysitting live children, but give this a try. Poor Mrs. Lasalle works overtime, and we already told her that you'd babysit her baby Violet in repaying for us killing her. Have fun, and call us if you need anything!" The phone beeps.
I sigh. I look over to the baby lying in the crib next to me, squealing to be fed. I get up to feed him, but then I remembered that Mrs. Lasalle cremated him yesterday.
Violet is still a baby - just made of ashes. Mrs. Lasalle, the unfortunate witch in my neighborhood, trusted only me with her secret identity (because my parents killed her child.) Plus, I'm a teen who babysits kids, so who else would you call to babysit a pile of moving ashes?
I turn off the fans and turn on the AC instead, making sure all the things baby Violet could hear herself apart with are in other rooms. I pick up the spare wand Mrs. Lasalle gave me, telling me that if I needed to move the baby, this was the thing to do it with. I put it down and text my friends.
Alya: Are you babysitting?
Me: Yeah. I wish I could come to the party, though.
Trisha: You're missing out, girl! Do we have to come and drag you over? Take the kid with you, the community center's got a daycare.
M: NO! I mean, I can't - my customer asked me to keep an eye on her at all times. She's a baby.
A: Really! How cute! Maybe, after the party's over, we could come over?
M: Can't, I'll be done by them.
T: Great timing, Amberly.
M: Okayyy…got to go, the baby's crying. See you tomorrow!
I sigh and look at Violet, her disturbing ashen face looking at me. It's hard to imagine that Violet will soon be my size - not going to school, of course, in fact she'll have no outside contact at all - but still, a teen like me made out of ashes.
I put my head in my hands. Why, oh why, was it me?
I know this looks bad, but that wasn’t my fault!” ^explosion, screams, etc. [Character] glares at [Character]^ “Ok that might have been my fault…”
I smirk through the glass at the controller in the next control room over - we're separated by only glass, just to put the pressure on, I suppose. But I've got this in the bag. I think. My code's pretty strong, and the floating hologram of it that's supposed to keep a helicopter from crashing on cement when it falls. It's new technology - soon to be used in bungee jumping, roller coasters, and the like.
She smirks right back up at me, and I gulp. It's time to test which one of our code holograms is stronger. My best friend will be there, too, and I don't want to look like a wuss.
We head out identical glass swinging doors to a helicopter landing pad, a hologram projector resting to the side. A crew member rushes over to it and switches on a horizontal display of my enemy's code. He presses a button, and the helicopter above stops all its engines and begin to fall. I squint up at it.
But boy, I don't need to squint when it passes right through the wall of code and smashes into smithereens onto the landing pad. Good thing my best friend isn't here yet - but there she is, running up.
"What the actual hell happened, Cameron?" He yells.
"I know this looks bad, but it isn't my fault!" Here comes my code. I brace myself - but it, too, passes right through the coding and smashes onto the other helicopter. A small explosion ensures, setting fire to the pad. The crew screams and runs around frantically.
Cameron glares at me.
"Ok, that one might have been my fault…"