I hope everyone is having a great week! It's time for this weeks prompts, supplied by our prompt guru, Comicfan. Just a reminder, and for those who haven't worked with the prompts before: prompt responses under 1,000 words must be posted as part of a collection. Hopefully you'll find something in this weeks prompts to spark an idea and get you writing!

Prompt 482 – Creative
Tag – List of Words
Use the following words in a story – a tree limb, a garbage bag, a lemon, a chicken, and bees.

Prompt 483 – Creative
Tag – The Trip
You decided you needed a little vacation and jump in your car to get away. Where do you go on your little trip?

For this week, I decided to share all the responses for Prompt #480. Enjoy!

“I just have a simple question. Who the hell is asleep in your bed?” Emma whispered conspiratorially, now that Arthur was asleep, “I mean later tonight … or tomorrow … or …” She had sent Seb for some evening fighting training with his friend Leo, giving her more Colt-time as she called it, and was sipping at her mug full of Assam tea. Of course, she only got that one served because that cute-as-a-button-ly adorable Warren had brought a whole pot. Colt had planted a chaste ‘Thank you’-kiss on his meaty cheek – having to stand on the tip of his toes to reach the right height – and the young wolf had closed his eyes in some moment of bliss, before he noticed Emma was around, so he blushed – so innocently that Emma had to giggle – and left as if stung by a bee. “Time to tell me everything, you little slut, you,” Emma became bit more direct when the door closed behind Warren.

 

“You shouldn’t use such words in front of him,” Colt reminded her.

 

Emma was confused for a second whom Colt was referring to. It was Arthur. “He’s asleep. I’m his mother, you know?”

“I just have a simple question. Who the hell is asleep in your bed?”

 

Anger radiated off my boyfriend in palpable waves. His face was bright red, and I swore his eyes were going to start shooting flames at any moment, incinerating me on the spot.

 

I froze under his wrath, hand suspended inches from my mouth, the spoon I held dripping milk into my cereal bowl full of now soggy Frosted Flakes.

 

“You could have warned me before I went back there, you coward. At least have the balls to tell me face to face that you’re having an affair!” Spittle flew from his mouth and joined the milk dripping into my bowl.

 

I narrowed my eyes and lowered my spoon. “I know you’re mad at me, but that’s no reason to make up lies.”

“I just have a simple question. Who the hell is asleep in your bed?”

 

“Huh?” I cracked open one eye, and looked up at Jason from my place on the sofa.

 

Jason glared at me. “Well?”

 

I groaned and swung my legs over the side and sat up. “Why are you looking into my bed anyway? It’s not your business anymore who is or isn’t in my bed.”

 

“Maybe not, but it’s my house, you just rent a room. So if there are strangers here, I deserve to know.” Jason had crossed his arms.