Hello there again everyone. Well, so far so good. Found more victims, errr, I mean more excited authors who wanted to attempt my crazy prompts. Considering it is Friday again, dear reader, I have new prompts for you. So without further ado, here are this week's prompts to tease and excite you.

Prompt 250 – Creative
Tag – First Line
“Here we go again!”

Prompt 251 – Creative
Tag – They’re Real
The night had been a total disaster. The blind date you had been set up on, threw up half way through the meal all over you. Now as you walk home there is a massive amount of noise coming from the street you need to take to get home. As you turn the corner you see something you never thought you would. Before you are two vampires, fangs and claws flashing as they fight each other, whose mere existence was something you never expected. As the claws slash and the blood flies, you realize they are real and they are moving ever closer to your location. What are you going to do?

Last week we again had a few people who took up the gauntlet and took a shot at the prompts.Totally gave us a brand new fairy tale that left me thinking it was a cross between Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, but with an all male cast. He took a shot at prompt 248 which read - yse the following words in a story: roses, rain storm, deer, cake, and chapel.

Here is part of his take on it.

This looked interesting so I tried, fantasy is not really my genre but the deer just threw me for a loop so I just tried my hand at it: Will Our Love Run Dry?

 

Today was the day.

 

I was to be wed to his royal highness, Prince Alexander of Zion. I was to be crowned Royal Consort to the Prince. I was to gain a family: a father, a mother, and a husband. But today was the day that I would forever remember as the beginning of the rest of my life with the man who changed it forever, Alex.

 

The day was beautiful. Sunlight illuminated the kingdom, glistening off the ivory towers of the castle. A gentle breeze swept through the kingdom, carrying a faint hint of lavender. I stood at the door of my tiny cottage and looked down the dirt road at the royal castle in the distance, its gleaming white walls, a promise of a future. A pair of children chased each other down the street, unadulterated joy gurgling in their throats, spilling over in bursts of laughter. A smile spread across my face as I remembered the first time I met the royal child.

 

Mother had just given me a silver piece to fetch a pound of meat from the market. As a child, I had never been particularly sharp. The silver slipped from my pudgy little fingers as I tried to make my way through the crowds that lined the street. They had gathered to observe some commotion that was making its way through the lower town. The silver rolled through the crowds; between the legs of overweight ladies bustling each other to get a better view, pass the feet of sturdy men with their children hoisted on their shoulders, narrowly avoiding a group of beggars eyeing the crowd with suspicion, tumbling forward into the open space. I squeezed through the sweaty bodies and was shoved into the open lane. The silver piece lay at my feet. I bent over to pick it up when a monstrous shadow cast itself over my petite frame, a shrill neighing sending me tumbling backwards.

 

Fear bound my body as hooves narrowly avoided crushing my legs and pounded imprints into the ground. A stern man dismounted from the carriage and eyed me with suspicion, his fingers menacingly toying with the horsewhip.

 

“It’s alright,” an angelic voice sung from behind the shadow.

 

Small feet shuffled pass the horseman and stopped right in front of me. A small hand extended itself and as I looked up, beautiful blue eyes set in a round face was roving up and down my body. His hair seemed to frame his face with a gentle glow in the reflection of the sun. The golden strands curled slightly as they brushed against his forehead.

 

A field of wheat in harvest, I thought it reminded me of.

 

“You alright?” he asked.

 

I nodded, dumbstruck.

 

“Need some help?” he asked once more, his lips curling in amusement.

 

I looked at his outstretched hand and heat rushed to my cheeks. My limbs abided by my will as I shakily stood on my feet. As I brushed my dirty hands against my pants, I kept my gaze fixated on the ground.

 

“I… I apol…pol… ogise…, y… your… high…highness,” I stuttered, ashamed.

 

He bent down at my feet. I gasped, horrified.

 

“Here,” he said as he straightened himself and held out his hand, a piece of silver sitting in the palm.

There is a lot more to this story as well as a few other attempts at this one and they can be found here - http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/37363-prompt-248-creative/

While no one took a shot at the other prompt, there was a new taker for the prompt 247 and can be read here - http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/37327-prompt-247-creative/

So those are the prompts this week. Can't wait to see what people do with them. Till next time, read, review, and enjoy.