TM Prompt # 202 – If life’s a game who do you think is winning?
In my opinion, the good guys are, for the most part.
At least in my life they are.
If someone decided to look at my life as a game, they’d see that the good guys usually win. Sure the bad guys have gotten a few hits in and rattled everything up quite a bit, but the good guys always came out on top.
Not that I consider my life a game. No, I’ve come too close to death too many times to really think of it that way. But some of the bad guys I’ve encountered might consider it that way. I wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, actually. And they’re probably not too happy that they’re losing either. The ones that are still alive anyway.
It has been close, though. There have been times when it seemed like the bad guys would win, and that there was no hope. But, as in all those clichéd movies and books and comics, good triumphed over evil and we were able to come out on top. Against all odds and all that jazz.
So, to those who consider my life a game, you’re obviously on the losing end, and should really quit while you’re ahead.
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TM Prompt # 198 – If you could have any mutant/super-power, which one would it be, and what would you do with it?
To be a vampire like my boyfriend.
I guess if I had to have a super-power I’d want to be able to not age and have super-healing abilities. The second would definitely come in handy due to the fact that I’m extremely clumsy. For instance, if I actually had a super-power, that’s what it’d be: extreme clumsiness.
Other people may not understand why I’d want to never age, but believe me: I have very valid reasons for choosing it.
Like the fact that no one around me ages…
The fast healing would help because of the dangers of me hurting myself.
Not that I’m calling Edward and his family dangerous, but I’ve had a few accidents around them before and it’s had devastating consequences.
I suppose an inherent gracefulness would be a nice super-power, too. If only because then I wouldn’t make a fool of myself when I’m just trying to tie my shoe or something. But I think I’d stick with the other two.
I think someone told me that there was this X-men character that had those abilities… Might have been Jake. I don’t know anyone else who might possibly read comics. If I remember right, the character’s name was Wolverine or something… So, yeah. I’d want Wolverine’s powers.
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|Your Kissing Purity Score: 74% Pure|
For you, kissing isn't a casual thing
Lip to lip action makes your heart sing
|Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Gone With The Wind|
"Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar."
TM Prompt #192 - Write about a recurring dream you've had. (Or, if you've
never had one, write about the most vivid dream you've had.)
I usually don't have the same dream too many nights in a row. Not since
Edward came back. However, lately I have.
I'm standing at an alter with Edward. Of course, I feel like running for the nearest exit, screaming, but I remain where I am, staring into Edward's warm, golden eyes. It's almost as though we're the only two people (well, person and vampire) in the room. It's hard to not notice Alice bouncing excitedly behind me, though, as well as the sniffles from my mom and Gran (who shouldn't be there really, because she's dead).
Funnily enough, Emmett is our priest.
Just as I'm about to say 'I do', a howl cuts me off. My head flies to the end of the aisle to see what I had been half hoping to see: an enormous, reddish-brown wolf. It's black eyes are staring at me, begging.
Suddenly, we're at the line between the werewolves home of La Push and the Cullen's territory. On one side, Edward stands, statue-still and waiting. On the other is Jacob, pacing anxiously with his eyes darting between me and Edward.
I look between them both and start to speak.
And I always wake up at that point. There are always tears running down my face, and I'm hugging my chest like I did when Edward was gone and it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.
And as Edward comforts me, smoothing my hair and stroking my face, I can't help but wonder: what if.
Word Count: 253