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A/N: A piece based on this prompt and my love for certain stuff. It’s all poured throughout the poem.^^

Word Count: 120

TW: None

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In a brighter day Where the sun shines Faintly in the sky

Those wispy clouds gather To cover the sky Leaving streaks of light

In a dark night Where the moon glows Within the clear sky

Spring breeze sweeps by Caressing the lonely dreamer Resting at the grass

Eyes at shooting stars Hearts full of longing With dreams of tomorrow

Waiting for days that Consists of hearty laughter Along with true smiles

Waiting for nights that Sleep could be found Along with pure peace

The restless dreamer sighs Heavy eyes flutter close Deep breaths fall out

Waiting for spring bliss For gardens to prosper Roses grow to bloom

The dreamer falls asleep With dreams of tomorrow Resting at the heart

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My contribution to this weeks @flashfictionfridayofficial takes us back to a 25 year old Blake, not long after he was forced to sign the contract that destroyed his life and also brought him and Bethany together.

Total words: 540

A notification on the screen distracted Blake from his scrolling of Facebook, pulling him from his happy past and back into the depressive present.

It was a message from his boss, the first he’d heard from him since he’d been forced to sign his life away, and Blake really, really, did not want to open it.

He still couldn’t understand why this was happening to him. There were a heap of people out there with better combat skills and a more relaxed set of morals than he had, so why had his boss insisted on him instead of one of them? It wasn’t like the pay was shit: in fact it was great, far more than he could have ever hoped to make in the army, a fact which left him cold. With the state of his bank account there was no way anyone would ever believe he wasn’t doing what he knew was coming willingly.

A second notification popped up. I can do this, he told himself, even though all he wanted to do was throw the phone away. It’s a text. I just have to read it.

His hand shaking he clicked on the notification. His boss probably just wanted him to find something or something like that; after all, his boss had claimed it was a procurement role back when he tried to recruit him legitimately.

The contents of the messages made him drop his phone. His boss didn’t need him to find something and steal it, and he wasn’t planning on easing him into this new role. No, he’d been ordered to find someone and kill him.

Blake bolted to the bathroom, getting the lid of the toilet up moments before puking his guts up. Even in the army the idea of killing someone had always been a theoretical one, and a kill or be killed moment in battle at that. Planning it in advance… that was murder, no doubt about it.

With nothing left to bring up Blake grabbed the edge of the sink and pulled himself to standing, carefully avoiding looking in the mirror while he rinsed out his mouth. He couldn’t bring himself to look at himself, not wanting to acknowledge the man he was versus the man her was being forced to become. How the fuck was he meant to live with himself after this?

But he had to, he knew, otherwise he would fail before he even started, and he couldn’t allow himself to fail. Not with what was on the line. There was no other option.

Decision made he left the bathroom and collected his phone, reading through the instructions again before deleting the messages. He wasn’t sure why he did that - after all if he got caught they were proof he was being coerced, but considering what he was being blackmailed with he figured he was probably better off taking the fall than pointing the finger at his boss.

I was thinking about Jason’s death recently and then this prompt and some angst hit me in the face.There’s a little bit at the end directly quoting/referencing Batman: Under the Red Hood. @flashfictionfridayofficial​

Bruce choked on the sour, cloying scent of burnt hair and charred skin as he held his son in his arms, cradled close to his chest with all the care he could manage between the shivering grief crawling up his spine and the inconsolable rage building behind his ribs. He tasted acrid, burning bile on his tongue when he looked over his boy — cracked, blistering wounds, his uniform tattered almost beyond recognition, and his eyes... He swallowed, sucked in a shuddering breath, and so very gently reached up with one trembling, gloved hand to cup Jason’s cheek, hand curving around the shriveled mess of his ear and letting his fingers press into the wet tangle that remained of his hair.

There was no pained flinch when he made contact. No sound. Not so much as a glimmer of recognition in Jason’s dull, green eyes. Bruce’s own stung behind his cowl and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the tears from spilling. To keep himself together for just a little longer.

Heyyyyyy here’s another piece (this time prose, hecking finally) for @flashfictionfridayofficial​ magical prompts

This time I wrote through the eyes of who is becoming my comfort oc, aka my paladin tiefling Moriarty from our dnd campaign, and tried to describe his relationship with his oath goddess and what he hopes for (an happy ending with friends and his beloved).

 Hope you’ll enjoy!

p.s I wrote with this song in mind: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITBLMe-Dh6M (also cited some of the lyrics)

Word counter: 328

In my tomorrow, I used to see images of newfound glory, respect. Me, striding in the city which would have refused me, with my head held high, acclaimed. The light caressing my face, my hair flowing in the wind, no more hiding. Loved for what I am, for who I would have been. A hero with demonic blood in his veins.

They didn’t even give me time to prove it. They refused me.

Aren’t these the same dreams I shared to you last night, Goddess? What did you really saw?

Tell me, why do I keep fighting?

Closing my eyes now, Your gentle voice in the starry night guiding me.

I can see it.

Everything is so calm. No more fighting. No more hiding.

Is this a garden? We’re having breakfast, it seems. We?

I’m having a cup of tea, still hot, when I feel a hand in my hair, a kiss on the cheek, the little fangs tickle me.

I see Keith’ smiling face, he brought me another plate full of scones, freshly made, and winks at me.

Nozomi sleeps peacefully under an apple tree, a flower crown lies on her fluffy head. She seems bigger than I remember.

I squeeze more my closed eyelids, now I see ruby red curls, Yugil is asking me something about the tea, I think, I can’t really hear what; I turn my head, I see Drest, with his mouth already full of cake, compete with Nym for another slice. I can’t hear very well what Nym shouts at Drest, something funny for sure. All seems so distant, so padded.

But everything is so calm. So peaceful.

I’m at home. Safe.

Loved.

Is this just a dream? A vision?

Tell me, Goddess, is this my future? 

Or just another dream to accompany me until the sun will rise again?

My entry for @flashfictionfridayofficial​ this week.

Days bleed into nights That fade into dreams of tomorrow My body is weary My eyes are tired Still I continue my fight In hopes of finding a day When everything will feel right.

The dreams of tomorrow keep me going, keep me hopeful They give me comfort for a better day For most days I feel completely alone, you see Most days I walk around in a daze And this is because, a long time ago, I think I lost my way.

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Prompt: Dreams of Tomorrow 

Words: 292

I wrote about my own OC, Maes, from one of my WIPs. His perspective is very different from the rest of my characters. 

Bonnie is naïve. She’s too trusting, too sweet.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister, but her views to me, are just all wrong. Why be complacent in a place where you obviously don’t belong? Why let any authority walk all over you, and tell you what you should become?

We differ in that way, me, and Bonnie. She lets the king tell her what to do, and I tell the king what I’m doing and when I’m doing it. He’s not king over me and he never will be.

I hate to slander her words, but Bonnie still has generic, cookie-cutter dreams for tomorrow. Her mind runs rampant with ideas of what she’ll do once she’s free from here, once she’s lost the suffocating grip of her parents. Little does she know, when I become King, things will take a turn in my favor.

See I have my own dreams for tomorrow; ones that are more realistic and much more liberating. When I have total power, I can have anything that I desire. There would be no more pining and restless daydreaming, because all my dreams will come true before I can even snap my fingers. To be feared, to be obeyed, to be in power is more liberating than any fairy tale dream Bonnie could ever create.

Everyone has dreams, right? I can’t blame anyone for finding what they truly desire while their asleep at night. But some dreams are more…. right than others. The dream, the ideology, the desire is right when you get what you want, and you break free of chains bound tightly.