The Start of Friendships Comic

The Start of Friendships

All best friends do this at least once. You are hanging out with your friend doing friend stuff, and one asks the other, “Remember when we first became friends?” Then the reminiscent harp plays and you both go back to that exact moment.

For some best friends, there was no beginning. You can not remember a time when they were not there. You grew up together, you are basically family. But for other besties (bros, girl friends, best buds, etc.), you had a connecting moment. Whether it was at school and you had the same classes, you both had a mutual friend, or you worked together, there was a moment when a topic was brought up and that was your common bond. A friendship was born, and you will always  remember that day, that moment. A day your lives changed forever.

The Start of Friendships Comic

“Remember when we first became friends?”

“I like animals better than people.” “I know, right?! People suck.” *meow*

“Still True.” “Cheers.” *meow*

For my best friend, Elizabeth. I love you!

Leslie and Elizabeth

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Horror Writing Prompts: August 2016

Horror Writing Prompts: August 2016

We’ll wrap up August with a new set of horror themed writing prompts. These four feature the creepy feeling of what is to come. Maybe your characters have an idea of what is coming next? Get to writing a spine-tingling tale!

Horror Prompts-August 2016-An elaborate dinner adorns the wooden table, yet the house is vacant and silent.
An elaborate dinner adorns the wooden table, yet the house is vacant and silent.
Horror Prompts-August 2016-Every howling dog in the neighborhood fell silent at the same moment.
Every howling dog in the neighborhood fell silent at the same moment.
Horror Prompts-August 2016-The door becomes more distant with each step as the hallway stretches on for eternity.
The door becomes more distant with each step as the hallway stretches on for eternity.
Horror Prompts-August 2016-Trees sway from his path; his return was foretold.
Trees sway from his path; his return was foretold.

If these are not what you’re looking for, we have plenty more writing prompts. Come back every Sunday for four new writing prompts. Let us know if there is something in particular you are looking for. We also have weekly comics and flash fictions. Subscribe to stay up to date! Hope you enjoy.

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Containment Breach

Containment Breach - A Free Flash Fiction Story

Containment Breach

The screaming stopped before the squad could reach the victims. Their suffering was over. The air was thick with the smell of blood. The silence ahead made their skin crawl. This was beyond the military, but there was no one else to call.

Commander Hughes motioned for the other members of the team to move cautiously. The two men shouldered their rifles and nodded affirmatives. Hughes waved her ID wrist implant at the door panel. Her breath caught as the door slid open.

The metallic odor was tangible. She had never before seen that much blood. Identifying each of them would be no easy task. She assumed this to be what was left of the entire staff.

Peters barely removed his helmet in time to vomit into the puddled blood. “I’m sorry,” he breathed through pained breaths. “Twelve years and I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Hill motioned for silence and aimed his gun at the pile. The three fanned out around the bloody mess as something began moving from under the remains of the victims.

The creature rose from the gruesome chaos it had wrought. Its wide shoulders flexed as it pushed up with its long arms. Lean muscles glistened with fresh blood.

Each of them took an involuntary step back. In response, the creature’s shoulders lowered, readying to pounce. Narrow, dark eyes were locked on Hill.

It lunged with a shriek. Deafening gunfire filled the room. The creature pinned Hill to the wall and, with a swift crack, ripped his head from his shoulders.

“Fall back to command!” Hughes screamed as the gunfire suddenly stopped.

Peters was already sprinting down the hallway. Hughes glanced back over her shoulders. There was no pursuit. She ran as hard as her legs would take her.

Peters waited at the end of the hallway with his trembling hand over the access panel. Hughes was seconds from the doorway when Peters’ eyes grew wide.

“Shit,” Hughes gasped as Peter’s hand slammed onto the access panel. She slid under just before the two-foot thick metal slab locked into place.

The creature slammed into the other side of the containment door.

“What the fuck is that thing?” Peters screamed, as they reached the command center. A dozen computer screens occupied the room. The creature continued to pound away at the metal slab behind them.

Frantically, Hughes keyed away at the nearest keyboard until the word “live” appeared in the upper right corner of the screen.

“All stations,” she spoke with the cool tone of an officer, “we have a containment breach at R&D, Base 52-38.” The metal door groaned at the far end of the hallway. “I suppose one could say APE-X was a success, but I respectfully refuse to contain it. Self destruct of Base 52-38 has been activated.”

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Missing Your Best Friend Comic

Missing Your Best Friend

I am sure this is more directed to women and their friendships, but guys miss their friends too. Maybe not in this way, but still.

There is nothing stronger than a bond between best friends, friends that have seen the best and the worst of each other. You’ve wiped each other’s tears, cheered each other on, fought on occasion, but always loved and supported each other. No matter what life has thrown into the mix (jobs, marriage, distance), best friends are there for each other in their heart, spirit, and soul.

Take a moment to tell your best friend how much they mean to you. Tomorrow is never promised and this might be a day they need you.

Missing Your Best Friend Comic

*A horrible nightmare about best friend being hurt/killed in a  random way that will never happen…*

“I just love her so much! What if something happens before I see her again?”

“Call her tomorrow. It’ll be ok… Can we go back to sleep?”

BFFs 4EVR

For my best friend Sara, I love you!

Sara and Leslie

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Fantasy Writing Prompts: August 2016

Fantasy Writing Prompts: August 2016

This week’s writing prompts take you to a world of magic and wonder. Fantasy allows the opportunity to truly let your imagination roam freely. You are free to create vast worlds with diverse characters. And those characters can have magic at their fingertips, much the same way that you do when creating them. Go forth and create!

Fantasy Prompts-August 2016-The skeletons shambled forward through the mist.
The skeletons shambled forward through the mist.
Fantasy Prompts-August 2016-An ancient spell book has been stolen.
An ancient spell book has been stolen.
Fantasy Prompts-August 2016-The dwarves have shut down the mines and are refusing to speak with anyone on the matter.
The dwarves have shut down the mines and are refusing to speak with anyone on the matter.
Fantasy Prompts-August 2016-The magician made a mistake and does not know what to do with the body.
The magician made a mistake and does not know what to do with the body.

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Twenty Years

 20 Years Flash Fiction

Twenty Years

Skeletal remains paint the macabre history of the forgotten school. A thick layer of dust coats every surface. The double door entrance stands open, broken by force long ago.

“Go in and get out,” I whisper to myself.

With careful steps, I wind through the bones and debris that litter the wide hallways. I secure the narrow short sword that swings from my hip at my maneuvering.

The building groans as its foundation shifts. Dust falls like snow from the numerous holes in the roof. It lays softly on my hair and across my shoulders. I take it personally, sensing the building rejecting my presence. This brings a faint smirk to my lips.

Imagining the day that created such horror pushes away the momentary mirth. Amongst the strewn papers and ruble, the skulls of the fallen draw my attention. The vacant sockets of every skull gaze towards the ceiling, or more likely to the sky beyond.

I can’t help but wonder what their thoughts must have been before their deaths. I remember the day. The death toll had been beyond count. We watched the broadcasts, terrified, from the safety of our own school, thankful we were not chosen.

I push the nightmare from my mind. It had been more than twenty years ago. Do not dwell on the past. Find the library, go in and get out. Hopefully I’m not too late. I have to get there first.

After what seems like a lifetime, I have finally found the library. The windows of the hallway doors are mostly clouded over with dust. I can barley make out the bookshelves through the grime.

I whisper my thanks to the sky. The doors are still locked, I am not too late. I draw the sword from my hip and use it as a pry bar on the door. The rusted lock loosens easily and the door swings outward.

I cross to a row of bookshelves and start winding through them. A soft crunch breaks the silence. Was I followed? That’s impossible, I used the only safe entrance into this dilapidated building.

There are no further noises as I hurriedly skim the next three rows of shelves. At eye level, a small, black leather journal is hiding between a stretch of encyclopedias.

Our hands meet as her gloved fingers snatch at the prize in my grasp. My eyes follow her dark garbed arm up to a camouflage smeared face and piercing eyes.

“Damn it, you conspiracy theorists never listen,” a young woman strains her whisper through gritted teeth. Her other hand rests on the haft of her own sword, where the military used to carry a standard side arm.

“I’m trying to save humanity,” I growl as I tug the journal in vain.

“You and what army?” She doesn’t try to hide her mockery and wrenches the thin book from my grasp.

“Yours.”

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Home Improvement Part 1 Comic

Home Improvement Part 1

New home owners know that home improvement is nothing like the television shows. There is no educated crew, there is no truck full of every tool you could possibly need, there sure as HECK is no vacationing while everything gets fixed. It is a lot of phone calls, usually to parents first, then to the professionals listed in the phonebook or online, then back to parents. After several hours of trying to decide who you want coming to your home and “improving” it, you reach the end of your rope. You do what every other broke home owner has done, you DIY. Usually with duct tape.

Home Improvement Part 1 Comic

 

“Oh no! The window has been cracked!”

“A free estimate would be great!”

“So when ARE you available?”

“Replacing it will cost HOW MUCH?!”

“That should do the trick!”

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Writing Prompts for Settings: August 2016

Writing Prompts for Settings: August 2016

The world is yours to create! Sometimes, however, we need a nudge in the right direction. If you are having trouble with setting your stage, this week’s writing prompts can help. Below, you will find four new settings that are ready for your characters to explore.

Setting Prompts-August 2016-Writing Prompt-The vast cavern is silent, except for the rhythmic dripping of water in the distance.
The vast cavern is silent, except for the rhythmic dripping of water in the distance.
Setting Prompts-August 2016-Writing Prompt-The kingdom has not welcomed this many guests in nearly 400 years.
The kingdom has not welcomed this many guests in nearly 400 years.
Setting Prompts-August 2016-Writing Prompt-Intense heat saturates the air around the natural springs.
Intense heat saturates the air around the natural springs.
Setting Prompts-August 2016-Writing Prompt-Skeletal remains paint the macabre history of the forgotten school.
Skeletal remains paint the macabre history of the forgotten school.

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The Cure

The Cure - Flash Fiction - J.L.Holloway

With one look in his eyes she told herself, “This is going to hurt when it’s over.” There had been several of these moments for Anna over the last two weeks. “But you’re better at being alone,” she reminded herself whenever she felt attachment for him.

The pair had managed to sneak into the city under the cover of night. As the sunlight finally pierced the diseased smog, a silhouette of their destination stood before them. She tugged nervously on the leather straps of her backpack.

“Daniel, wait,” Anna whispered as he began to step forward. When he turned to face her, she asked, “What are we going to do about their security?”

“I’ve got a plan,” he smiled confidently. He was being vague, knowing it bugged her.

His smile made her feel weak, but she resisted. This was no time for heroics, they needed a plan. “They’ll have the  labs locked up tight. Guards all over. How are you going to-”

Daniel placed his hand on her cheek, “You have to trust me, Anna. I have a plan.” His caring eyes locked on hers. “You’re not going to like it.”

Anna squinted, trying to read his thoughts. She shook her head to break the stare. “You’re not leaving me here by myself while you charge in there like an idiot.”

“Of course not,” he cooed in a mock agreement. “You’re staying here to make sure the escape route is clear while I cleverly sneak in.” Daniel’s smile was forced. He was trying to keep her calm. “Just keep off the streets. The machines won’t be looking for you. I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

Anna didn’t have time to protest before he disappeared into the shadows.

She saw a small deserted building about a block away. It had likely been a convenient store before. Now the dirty windows were broken and the doors were ajar. Anna crept in and felt her way to the second floor. She found a window overlooking the street and waited.

After several hours, the smog parted for the sunlight again.

A thin shadow stretched down to the street and passed her hiding spot. The shadow belonged to Daniel.

Anna watched as he scurried through vacant streets. With every step, he looked over his shoulder.

“Daniel,” she whispered as loud as she dared. It was in times like these she fiercely envied the ability to whistle.

He searched for the source for a moment before his eyes fell on her. He gestured for her to come down as he made for the abandoned building.

They embraced in a panicked hug inside the doorway. Daniel elbowed her ear as he reached over her shoulder trying to shove something into her backpack.

“Come on,” he said, short of breath. “We have to get out of the city. Now.”

“You got the cure?” she asked.

Daniel nodded. “And the hard drive. I downloaded as much as I could. Now, let’s go.”

He grabbed her hand and they ran. They didn’t stop or look behind them until they reached the maintenance hatch.

Through pained breath, she asked, “Are you sure they’re following us?”

The perimeter wall loomed before them. The hatch they had used still hung open. The pair didn’t slow their pace until the last moment and used the wall itself to slow their momentum.

Daniel helped Anna into the hatch. “Good luck, Anna.”

A thunderous bark drowned out her name. Anna glanced back to see the look of shock fade from Daniel’s face. The sound repeated twice more.

“Go,” he whispered as he collapsed.

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Eating Healthy Comic

Eating Healthy

My husband and I are “graze” eaters. There is a set dinner through the week, but sometimes that can get booted for what we like to call Fend for Yourself Night (we fix our own food, for ourselves). Our kitchen is stocked with mostly junk food, nonperishables, and various frozen foods. After a steady diet of frozen pizzas and pasta, fresh produce is a nice way to shake things up, in theory. After being accustomed to foods with a shelf life of what seems like forever, produce, in comparison, lasts an hour. You would think foods with such little appeal would have a little more patience.

Eating Healthy Comic

“Starting now, I am eating healthier.”

The Next Day- “I’m going to make a salad!”

“What the-”

*Pizza would never do this to me…*

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