Today I decided to use song lyrics for my inspiration. The song is Lies by Marina, who is my favorite artist.
“what’s the point in playing a game you’re gonna lose?“
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I can’t keep doing this with him, nothing is gonna change. We’ve been together for three years and he’s gotten too comfortable, leaving his stuff all over my apartment, but when I suggest moving in together it’s “not the right time.”
I can never win with him, everything turns into an argument. I need to leave him, but part of me wants to stay, I can’t let him go. He’s my first love, what am I going to do without him? Without him, I am nothing. I don’t think I can function without him, he is my air, he is the reason why I am the way I am, I can’t just give all that up.
Maybe if I changed, he’d still love me and respect me. Maybe if I was prettier, or more confident, things would be okay. I need to better myself, for him and myself, it’s what we both deserve, I’ve been a mess lately.
Maybe even if I do all of that, I’ll still lose, and lose him. I can’t take any chances. I need to win his heart back.
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A/N: This one is kinda sort and all over the place sorry. I wanted to do something different with this. Hope you enjoy.
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I put the dishes back in the cabinets and grabbed Rio’s food. I shook his food container, “Rio its dinner time!”
I heard his paws patting on the floor lightly, and the hungry pitbull stood at my feet. I poured his food into his plate and grabbed his water bowl to fill up with fresh water. After setting his water bowl down, I made my way to Carmen’s room.
Carmen was sitting on her bed, typing away on her laptop, spreadsheet open with her tea beside her. I sat down next to her, scrolling through my Instagram. Carmen was older than me, so she had the responsibility of managing all of our bills because she doesn’t trust me.
I looked up at her, “Okay I have two questions.”
She sighed, “No, we won’t get another dog.”
“Okay so, I have one question,” I rolled my eyes.
Carmen put her laptop on her nightstand. “Caia what is it, I have a lot of work to do.”
“Do you smell that? It smells like up dog in here.” I said trying to keep in my giggles.
“What? What is that?” Carmen said unimpressed.
“It smells like up dog in here.”
“What’s up dog?”
I couldn’t contain my giggles any longer. “Nothing much how about you.” I ran off trying to dodge anything she would throw at me.
Carmen through one of her pillows at me before saying, “You’re so annoying Caia!”
A/N: Here’s day 2! Short one, but it made me giggle.
Writing Prompt #331: Dialogue from @justsomewritingprompts
“Quit following me around! It’s creepy!”
“Your majesty, it is my job as a royal guard to keep you safe.”
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I put on my red dress that covered my legs and feet and insisted on wearing my black Doc Martens. I know my father wouldn’t approve of my choice of footwear, but he can’t see them, who cares! I let my hair down, my dark locks flowing over my back. I was putting my earrings on when I heard the door knock.
“Come in,” I sing-songed.
“Your majesty it’s time.” My stylist came into my room reaching her hand out for me to take.
We went down to the ballroom, filled with lots of people I don’t care about, but I have to make an appearance. I let myself go straight to the hors d'oeuvre table, trying not to make any eye contact with anybody. I was munching on quiche when I heard footsteps come close to me.
I turned around and put a bright smile on my face, “Hey dad.”
“So nice of you to join us tonight. Come, there are some people I would like for you to meet,” he said leading the way.
We walked over to a group of people when my boots squeaked on the polished floor. My dad stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me. “Shit,” I said under my breath.
He raised his brow at me and said, “Why are your shoes squeaking?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said avoiding eye contact with him.
He motioned for me to lift my dress so he can see my shoes. He saw the black chunky boots under my dress and sighed in disgust, “Please go back upstairs and change them.”
“Or, I could just leave?” I asked hopefully
He sighed in defeat, “Fine go on, just make sure you let me know where you are.”
“Thank you!”
I weaved my way through the crowds of people and I could hear my dad say, “Luna’s not feeling so well today, she needs her rest.”
I went back to my room to grab my sketchbook and a pencil. I made my way down to the courtyard sitting on my favorite bench, overlooking the fountain and the mountains. I opened up my sketchbook to a blank page, ready to sketch the fountain. As I grabbed my pencil, I heard the bushes moving.
“Quit following me around! It’s creepy!”
“Your majesty, it is my job as a royal guard to keep you safe.” One of our guards, Elijah came out of the bushes and into my view.
“No, I think you just secretly like me,” I mumbled, crossing my legs.
“Your majesty, I cannot have any romantic relationship with you.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t have feelings for me,” I teased. I patted the spot next to me, “Come join me.”
Hesitant, Elijah sat down next to me, his brown eyes pleading for me to do something to make the moment less awkward. He shifted, looking back at the castle to see if anyone was looking for him. His feet were placed flat on the floor, hands in his lap and his back straight as a ruler.
I placed my sketchbook on his lap, his head whipping back, eyes looking at me with fright. “Do you draw?”
“No your majesty, I don’t.” He placed my sketchbook next to me.
“You can call me Luna. I can teach you how to draw if you’d like,” I said scooting closer to him.
“Your majest- Luna, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said looking back again to see if anyone was watching us.
“Why not? It can be our secret, besides I don’t have any friends here.” I said flipping to the back of my sketchbook, getting ready to hand it to him.
Elijah stood up abruptly and said, “I’m not here to be your friend,” and he stormed off.
I stood up, letting my sketchbook fall from my hands. I watched him make his way over back to the castle. Sighing, I picked up my sketchbook off of the ground and sat back down on the bench. Out the corner of my eye, I saw a figure standing on the balcony. I looked over and it was my dad. He saw me looking over and motioned for me to come back inside. Great. I’m gonna hear an earful.
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A/N: This is my first post! I hope you guys enjoy!
