It's that time of week again, time for the weekly prompts! Before I give the prompts, I want to remind everyone that if your prompt response contains ANY adult material, your entire prompt collection MUST be rated as "Mature". If you need more information on the different story ratings, you can find the information in this weeks earlier blog post or in the help section. Now, onto the prompts!

Prompt 362 – Creative
Tag – List of Words
Use the following in story – candy corn, pumpkin, black cat, torn cape, and a piñata.

Prompt 363 – Creative
Tag – The Party
You have been invited to a party by a name you don’t recognize. It states you are to arrive in costume on the appointed date. As you pull up you see two people already dressed in the same outfit so you don’t want to feel like you bought yours at a fire sale. You race off to change, but when you get back a half hour later the block is now empty and the house is gone. What happened to the party?

Now, what should I feature? I decided on ColumbusGuy's response to Prompts 360, enjoy:

“Why do I even bother?” I muttered to myself as I stared into the bathroom mirror over the sink. I wiped steamy condensation from the large glass to reveal my damp hair; if I cut it too short, it accentuated my glasses even more, and if it’s longer, then the waviness and the cowlick are even worse. I give up--once it’s dry it won’t lay flat anyway. My eyes were brown, with just the faintest touch of green, and my complection was pretty clear, which only made my stubble more obvious. I hate having to shave every other day!

 

I dropped the towel into the hamper, and walked the short distance down the hall to my room wearing only my red briefs--no one was home, as usual this time of day--so I had nothing to fear. I took in my room’s autumn gold walls and gold curtains on the front and side windows before pulling white socks from my dresser. I liked the room before it was painted better, but it had been more than ten years since it was last done--my oldest sister had painted huge peacocks on the wall’s burnt orange background--it took four coats of paint to finally obscure them!

 

My parens’ room was next door on the back side of the ranch, then a smaller bedroom with the single bath opposite before you got to the front door next to the combined living/dining room which ran the depth of the house. The kitchen was next in front, with the utility room and another bedroom behind which opened off the living room. A tan brick fireplace wall separated the kitchen end of the house from the main areas, and provided a nice ambience in winter. Off the utility room was a half-bath and the door opening into the garage where my car was currently kept. The original house ended there, but my father had built on a second garage for his tools and our yard equipment.

 

None of that mattered as I opened my closet door and stepped into the long, narrow space, two short rods front-to-back on either side of the door with a shelf above. In spite of the space, my selection was limited; tees and socks and underwear were in the dresser, as were sweaters...one side of the closet was mostly empty except for a couple coats and one dark-blue dress suit, the other side held most of my pants and shirts. Way in back, behind the coats, were a few pairs of bell-bottom jeans and a couple brightly colored polyester shirts I’d worn in middle-school--the high-heeled platform shoes I had thankfully outgrown and thrown away years ago.

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