Day 312 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about soulmates who refuse to be together.

Shannon: “He’s waiting. Are you going to go to him?” Adam questioned.

My lip trembled as I took a moment to think. I shook my head before I could let the idea take me too far.

“What ‘s wrong with you two,” Adam let out a disappointed huff. “You pick up where he ends and he does the same for you. I see you too flow together like you’ve know each other your whole lives, and I want to find something like that, but I doubt I’ll ever be that lucky. Why are you both so hell-bent on staying apart?” He had a quite anger, the worst kind.

I didn’t need a reminder that I’d regret this. As I held back tears, I sternly told him, “It’s dangerous. Bad things happen when we’re together. He knows that too. He shouldn’t be here, but I understand. I need to protect everyone,” I breathed in to steady my voice, “Not just our hearts,” I whispered, wiping my eye before a tear could fall.

Erin: “We keep running into each other,” Lances sly smile covered his face.

“Stalking me much,” I teased.

“It’s not my fault the universe won’t give up on the fire we have.”

“I’m married,” I reminded.

“For now,” he challenged looking into my eyes and moving to the next table.

Star-Crossed Lovers by choice.

Day 311 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about an object that has sentimental value to your character.

Erin: Her favorite sleepwear was a nightgown with holes in it. But it used to belong to her mother. No matter how long it had been since they lost her she could swear a little of her smell lingered in it.

Shannon: I know I can find this book anywhere, but it’s not about the book, it has never been about the book. It’s about the summer we read it together. It’s about the stains on the pages that bring me back to a different time. It’s about the notes we wrote in the margins. I kept it close to my heart, maybe a little too close. That is why I lost it after all.

Make something irreplaceable.

Day 310 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Let Sabrina Carpenter’s “Why” inspire you.

Shannon: “You’re so annoying. Why is it so hard for you to make a decision?” Amber teased me.

“Well why don’t you ever take your time and think things through. Maybe you be a little more pleased with your choices,” I argued.

“I”m very satisfied thank you. Don’t you push your lifestyles choices on me,” she shook her head.

“Fine, we can order now,” I informed her, as we got in line to order completely different items. Our tastes were so different along with almost everything else. Yet even with all our differences I can’t imagine falling for anyone else. There doesn’t have to be a reason and maybe that’s the best reason of all.

Erin: I rolled over to see her gorgeous eyes already staring at me. “You ever wish I was a morning person too?”

“Why,” she asked genuinely confused.

“So, you didn’t have to sit awake in bed waiting for me to get up,” I mumbled still in my half-asleep state.

“I don’t have to now. I could get up and do laundry or make breakfast or whatever. In fact, I could probably get back before you knew it.”

“Why don’t you?”

She hummed. “I love my lazy weekend mornings. You sleeping gives me an excuse to have them. Plus I like watching you sleep,” she winked with a giggle.

Let differences inspire your story.

Day 309 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Incorporate these 3 words: Privilege, Untrustworthy, & End.

Erin: He lost the privilege of my trust. The hurt behind his eyes over me calling him untrustworthy was nearly comical. The only problem was when I tried to explain where I was coming from he didn’t understand. I wanted to salvage what we still clung on to, but him being clueless meant it was the end for me.

Shannon: “Tell me about this one mama. What’s his curse,” my daughter questioned, placing the book of clients on my lap. Then she snuggled into my side, ready for story time. She was a curious one.

“Ok one, but then you have to go to bed,” I agreed and she didn’t argue, just pointed eagerly at a face. “Ah this one,” I began, “He was born to a life of privilege, and he was cursed with never spending a single day wanting something he couldn’t have. Until one day he was denied the thing he carved most. There was no end to what he would do. He became uncaring, untrustworthy, and unkind. Because of this he never succeeded.”

Let these words lead the story.

Day 308 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Describe your character’s living situation.

Shannon: After our parents died in the accident we were sent off to live with our aunt and her family. I knew it would be different going from a three bedroom to mansion, but I didn’t expect to hate it. I thought it would be nice. I’d have my own bedroom, and basically anything I wanted. I should have been happy but it didn’t feel like home. Dinners were proper, cooked by a chef, and placed on top of intricate table decorations. There was a private theater for an unforgettable movie experience. Even a private pool, and a hot tub. It was fun for the first month, but the affect soon faded. I started missing the imperfections of the past. I missed eating dinners on the couch as we all found something to laugh about. I missed watching movies as a family on our old, tiny TV screen. I missed sharing a bedroom and having to share pool space with strangers. It’s strange, but life has been duller since I got here.

Erin: She is homeless in a sense. She is not poor though. She is rich in experiences and connections. She has a network of friends across the country and she hops from home to home. She experiences what she wants to and then searches for more. Her relationships just kept compounding and doing what she loved payed off. People lived to read her stories and she lived off of the revenue from her blog. To her she had complete freedom in that fact.

What’s home like for your character?

Day 307 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Who is your character’s favorite fictional character.

Erin: Donald Duck

Shannon: Eleven

Give your favorite character a favorite character.

Day 306 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a character who is never satisfied.

Shannon: I don’t know why, but I can never get enough. I’m always looking for the next thing that I haven’t acquired yet. I suppose it’s not a good habit. I want to stop and just appreciate what I do have but I don’t know how. I’m always chasing something new, and it feels like I need to.

Erin: He was one of those people who believed he deserved the best. He held that belief to a fault though. He believed he deserved perfect. Perfect to the point no human could live up to his standards. In striving for perfection, he had no one.

I want fabulous.

Day 305 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Place your character into a story that is not their own.

Erin: “There is something weird about that kid,” Jenifer insisted.

“He’s a little different,” I agreed, but the truth was she was the different one in our world. She didn’t have powers, and we were all hiding them from her. We didn’t know why she was dropped into our world and we didn’t want to risk the consequences of finding out.

Shannon: “Who are you,” the girl with blue hair questioned.

“Raven,” I quickly responded, “I’m new,” I clarified as they all stared.

“Well you better not be expecting a lead role. They’re already taken. If you don’t want to be a background character, you should turn around now,” she warned.

“I don’t mind,” I shook my head. “I just want to be a part of a story again. I miss it,” I shrugged.

We’re not in Kansas anymore.

Day 304 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: What is your character’s Halloween costume?

Shannon: Packman and his kids are the ghosts.

Erin: A classic black cat.

Happy Halloween!

Day 303 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a character working in a haunted house.

Erin: My first day working in the haunted house I was too scary. The first person I approached smacked me square across the face. That’s why the day I started was the day I retired.

Shannon: Is it bad that I like freaking people out? I’m quiet so I’ve always been good at sneaking up on people. Seems like the only place it’s accepted is at haunted houses, so I live for this season. I like to see people laugh after they scream, letting me know they enjoy my humor, instead of getting pissed off.

Monster Mash.