Writing Prompt Challenge

I thought I'd give it a whack.
Maybe it'll encourage more people?

Goodnight, Sweetheart.

As Isobel slept softly, her tiny breaths brushed the pillow. Jaycee leant other and gave her child a soft, gentle kiss on the forehead. It had been an eventful night for both mother and daughter. Mindless babble surrounded them, it was probably important, but for Jaycee, all she could focus on was the small little bundle in front of her. Many people patted her arm, or gave her meaningless sorrowful looks, as though they knew her, knew what she was going through. If only they knew.
As people rushed around her, living their lives as though nothing happened, Jaycee could focus on nothing but Isobel. Nothing mattered to her, nothing except her beautiful daughter, nothing except the decision thrust upon her. She sat there, staring, tears streaming down her cheeks. The sadness consumed her, her darling child, such a young life being threatened. Could she really make the decision? Jaycee stood up, wiped her face from the tears and realised that there was only one thing to do.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart,

Will post...

A slightly dark theme I think
That was good Paris. It reminded me of a book I'm supposed to be reading!

New prompt

I'll be making the banners at the weekend

I'll git a whack for a poetry piece, my beloved cinquain form.

Good night,
little boy with
tempid hands and chilling
toes. Your worries meld to dreams and
stay safe.

I'm a bit stuck thinking of something for next month... Any suggestions?

BeckyJayyy wrote:

How about.....Home? or

Fresh?

For a minute there I thought you'd said "Fetish" ahaha

Cold:
She Fell slowly to them ground the snowflakes drowning her,
She Fell quietly into the deep Thick snow
She fell extraordinarily into the crust of the earth
She Flew carefully to the heavens above

January's prompt is up ROYALTY.

BJ I'm going to use home for February

Eh, royalty... yeah kinda hard but I'll try.

The wind blew softly through my hair; he chuckled and tucked it neatly behind my ear. I could smell his aftershave, my favourite brand, and I sighed contentedly. His eyes, now serious, bore into mine; his hand wrapped protectively around my waist, and he slowly shortened the distance between our faces. "Jessica, Jessica!" He softly called, shaking me - I wondered why he was doing that. His beautiful face suddenly became twisted; angry, and he yelled my naame at me, shaking me violently. I shrank away from him, terrified-
"JESSICA!"
I jumped, falling out of my chair; well, nearly. Miss Hoskins leant over me, smacking her wooden ruler on my desk repeatedly. "What?" I muttered drowsily, just as anyone would when they've just been woken up by someone yelling in their ear. As I realised that I had just been dreaming, I shook my platinum blonde hair out of my baby blue eyes and stared defiantly back at Miss Hoskins. "What?" I repeated impatiently. "Were you sleeping in my class, Miss Thomas?" she quizzed, looking down on me with her beaky nose. "Maybe, yeah? This class is so boring, who wouldn't be?" I retorted, grabbing my bag. "This class sucks, I think I'll take drama next term instead." I stood up, towering over the old bat; my girls mirroring me. The bell rang just as we stalked out of the classroom, leaving old beaky in shock, still standing by my desk. No more sociology for the Plastics. Yeah, we were called the plastics; remember that Mean Girl's movie? Some boy in third grade said we were stuck up like the plastics; and the name stuck. "Oh My Gosh, you like, so totally told that stupid teacher, girl!" That was Bethany; the annoying one. She like, totally Oh My Gosh's everything, but she is rich, less pretty than me and completley loyal, so I allow her to be with me. "So, are we not taking that class anymore or something?" Plastic number three is Katie, the really dumb one - every popular group has one. The three of us are rich, beautiful, and totally aware of it. We are popular; we are this school's royalty.

Sorry it's not very good, but I just made it up on the spot.
Just had to add this, my favourite line from Titanic

Cal: We are royalty, Rose.

Last edited by MissBabyGash (01-10-2010 21:35)

Oh... I'll write a poem about royalty...

Princess, Princess of the sea
Wont you come and marry me?
I'll fulfill your every wish
And we shall dance among the fish
And they shall bow and curtsy low
To such a princess and her beau
I'll place the moon in oyster shell
And cast upon a magic spell
And place upon your finger small
A dainty ring and silver ball
Princess, princess of the sea
Wont you come and marry me?

whoa it's really good!