Ah it is that time of the week again, and no I don't mean bath time. Friday is once again upon us and I get to see who will take the bait, I mean, take the opportunity to write a new story based off the prompts. Let me see who can be tempted.

Prompt 248 – Creative
Tag – List of Words
Use the following words in a story: roses, rain storm, deer, cake, and chapel.

Prompt 249 – Creative
Tag – Shifter
You have fallen in love and everything seems perfect. Your father sees you, seems to smell the air, and immediately sits you down. As he begins his talk about the birds and the bees and having sex, he also mentions that you aren’t a normal human being, but a shifter and a very special one at that. In fact, when you shift, the person you are with at the time is who you will mate with for life and they will be granted very special abilities. That is, if they too are a shifter. Does this alter your planned night with your love or not?

Looking back at last week, there were a few people who once again took the plunge and wrote out some interesting stories based off the prompts. However I am a sucker for when someone personifies an action in a story. Myiege did just that by bringing the idea of death to life in her story. The original prompt read as follows - You have been found to have a very rare heart condition. You have been informed that you must stay calm and on very strong medication to keep your heart rate down. There are many restrictions on what you can or can’t do, but there is one that you can’t abide by. You have been told that if you have sex, even once, it will kill you and be the end. Do you stay safe or decide sex is worth the end?

The day after I died, 2013, sometime in July (I think)
Rare heart condition? My ass. No. That was just an excuse for me to die. And I totally mean that. How else was Death supposed to become my lover? His words, not mine. It’s almost creepy how obsessive he is, but I guess things could have been worse. At least I’m not just dead and done with, worm food and all that. Well…part of me will be, after the funeral. But at least I’m still…oh hell, you know what I mean. Conscious. Sentient. Life after the proverbial bucket’s been kicked. But I guess I should start at the beginning. With my ultra-rare heart condition that I didn’t even know I had until I had sex for the first time and then ended up in the hospital. Yea. Talk about memorable…

 

“No sex. Ever again?” I asked, looking up at the doctor with wide eyes. It wasn’t like I was ridiculously disappointed. My first and only sexual experience hadn’t exactly been exciting. I guess no one had ever told her to cover her damn teeth.
The doctor shook his head sadly. “It’s too dangerous. You’re lucky to even be alive. I don’t know how you’ve made it to 25 without knowing about this.”

 

Time out. Okay. Confession time. Yep. It’s true. I was a 25 year old virgin. Pathetic, I know. But see, I wasn’t exactly the most popular of kids when I was growing up. I was lucky if the teacher remembered my name even after six months of sitting in her class. I was short and pimply for most of my teenage years and my early twenties.
At 22 I had a late growth spurt and like magic, my face became pimple free and I could finally grow a decent beard; the one thing I will be forever proud of. I started to fill out with a bit of muscles too. Though to this day, I have no idea where those came from. But I was still so shy that even when women were throwing themselves at my feet, I had no freaking clue what the hell I was supposed to do. It certainly didn’t help that I didn’t find their tits and long legs very attractive.
I also wasn’t the most active kid. I preferred to play computer games and read than play outside in the rain and mud. So when all of a sudden I had biceps and thighs like tree trunks, it was a little intimidating. I was still a little soft around the middle, but I was that stereotypical lumberjack-type that women – and men as I have now figured out – were going crazy for.

 

I looked away and muttered something that I hoped sounded different than the truth. That I didn’t exercise, and that my sex life had been nonexistent until that point. The one good thing about the night was that the girl knew enough to call 911 when I suddenly went limp…in all the wrong ways.
“You’ll need to be on pretty heavy medication for the rest of your life. I know this is going to be hard. It’ll be a complete lifestyle change. But your life should be more important than the things you’ll have to give up.” He went on to tell me all the things I shouldn’t do and went over some exercises that would help to keep my heart rate down at a safe tempo.

 

And so I went home with a bottle full of pills and a pamphlet. Despite everything, it wasn’t too hard to adjust to the new lifestyle. The only thing I couldn’t do in my normal routine was masturbate. That was a bit tough, but I got used to it.

Intrigued? Want to read more? Of course you do. You can see both of her responses to the topic here - http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/37327-prompt-247-creative/

The other prompt also got some attention and can be found here - http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/37326-prompt-246-creative/

So, did either of this week's prompts appeal to you? If so why not write a tale and share it on the prompt page. Maybe these didn't but one of the other 249 other prompts did, so give one of them a try. In the meantime remember to keep writing, reviewing, and enjoying all the site has to offer. Till next week, have fun one and all.