Writing Prompt – The office party

Another cold day, another snow-blasted event to attend in the cold ass of nowhere.

She left to go to this thing straight after work but i know, i know, shes going round his. She’ll arrive in some slutty outfit that no doubt ill have never seen.

Bet he has. Prick.

The bottle slammed onto the sink before me, already part drunk. How did i even get here anyway? Shaking my head, i threw the bottle back, pouring the hot bitter liquid down my throat. It stang and burned its way down, dragging up a vile feeling in my stomach as it went.

I shook it off, lit up a smoke and stomped out into the thick crunching snow. Wind whipped and bit at my face with its icy scratches, skin feeling like its tearing in places. Flakes gathered in my thick beard chilling my skin as it melted slowly. The whiskey heated my core and allowed me to resist the worst of the cold as i made my way into the city.

A striped pole, snow stacked up against it at an angle, indicated that i was heading to the city centre. Here was where she worked, in a large office/factory that developed prototype devices. She worked in Resourcing

With him

And brought in a decent wage. Along with a lot of “business phones” and late evenings at the office. It all became too much for him, and they had began to fight worse and worse, he had taken to drinking and she had thrown herself at friends and overtime.

I spat on the ground as i got closer, the lights still flickered in the small businesses and shops. The occasional car went passed, small and striped like everything else was in this city.

I pulled open the chrome gold door and was hit immediately with a blast of heat from the air con, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. I shook through it, my wet black boots squeaked onto the polished marble floor. Every eye in the lobby locked onto me. There stupid faces were pictures of shock and disgust, they couldnt believe that i had just walked into there building, not dressed up in the slightest.

“Party. East Office Toy Co. Where?”

“Uhh… its just through those doors sir, might i ask you too…”

I glared back at him over his desk, they were a short people, and though industrious, frightened easily when necessary.

“Ask me to what?”

“… nothing sir, please continue on through…”

I nodded at him, wheeled round and began towards the party, still feeling the eyes of a dozen ladies and gentlemen, dressed to the nines in suits and glittering dresses.I bowed sarcastically to a couple, who reacted as though they had no idea what to do, then threw my soaked hat onto the ground where it landed with a wet slap on the highly polished floor.

The party itself was an affair of riches. Tiny foods brought round on silver platters, glasses of champagne littered the area creating sparkling arrays throughout the room. Slowly, people behan to notice me standing there, then the murmuring started to hum through the crowd.

Where is she… where is…

“Nick!”

There she was

My wife emerged from the crowd, sweeping him off to one side. She was still pretty even after all these years, but i still knew what she was doing behind my back. 

And hes here tonight.

“Nick, what are you doing here? You look terrible!”

 “I know… I know. I just needed to see you.”

That was a lie

“You shouldnt have come… you look ill, youre dressed up in your work clothes… Are you drunk?”

It was amazing how she could berate him totally and not make a scene or even much of a sound. I could smell him on her, my blood ran hot as i tried to stave off the wolf inside of me.

“Honestly what where you th-”

“Shut up Clarabell, im sick of listening to you. Who is he?”

Her face went from disbelief to sadness and regret, she looked down and away from him.

“So thats where were at… Paranoia. Im… im not-”

“Dont. I know ok? Trust me… i know, i just want to see who the bastard you chose as better then me is”

She backtracked quickly “No, its not like that… There is nobody… please Nick we can talk about this later”

I stood up, the whiskey had fully got into my system now, vision was fuzzy and i felt like my eyes couldnt keep up with where i was looking. The lights and reflections overwhelming my senses.

“Hello everyone! You all know who I am, and no doubt know who this lady is!”

Every eye in the room once again burned against me. I heard scratching radio noises coming from out in the room, security?

Continuing my announcement, the air changed to one of tension.

“I dont like coming to these things, these “do’s” as i feel like you all fucking… stare at me. But anyway! I have a question for all of you, before this turns mean.”

People were moving towards me quickly, bustling through the crowd.

“WHO is fucking my WIFE!”

The room seemed to ripple as i boomed, the guards now stood before me and began to motion and try to guide me out of the room, i looked down at Clarabell, she was looking out into the crowd but at who… who!?

I tried to follow her gaze, looking out at the ogling faces, all whispering and murmuring about how disgusting i was, how much of an ass I was being to my wife-

Wait whos that guy in the blue looking-

“You!” I roared, breaking into a sudden burst of speed at the crowd, his face going into complete terror as hebrealised what was happening. I reached out, and crashed into him at high speed, throwing the roof spell to the floor as i latched onto him.

Suddenly we where outside, stood on thebpartially sloped room in the middle of a blizzard. His face filled with white flakes, his silly glasses choked up in a second as he coughed and spluttered in the winds. I lifted him off his feet, holding onto his shoulders.

This is what she wants? This is the man to replace fucking Santa Claus!? Prick, how DARE he touch my wife!

“Why!?”

“I-Im sorry! She came too me! Honestly, i never would have crossed you boss!”

What do i do? I stared into the face of this small, writhing man as he squirmed in my grip, his collar ruffled and glasses coming askew.

With a grunt, i threw him to the snowdrifts and grabbed my now pounding head, squatting over as thoughts battered around my skull. The red of my suit blurred my vision giving a wave of nausea.

“Look… if its any consolation… she said that she still loves you… just not what youve become.”

What ive become? Become? I became this because of her! She drove me to thi-

My vision flashed red, head a strange calm filled with white noise as i rose up, stomped over to the idiot who cowered away from me and swung a loose, powerful punch, catching him painfully. A spray of blood shot up as his face exploded with injury, lining the snow with a crimson pinstripe.

“Prick.” I utterred, walking to the edge of the roof, pondering my next move.
Well thanks for reading this prompt, it was offerred by @FuckinPrompts, who gives the best tongue in cheek prompts ive ever seen. Hope you enjoyed the read and no i dont have anger problems!
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Silent Heaven: To Nightmares Awaken – Chapter Five: The Girl Who Wanted To Be God

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A gentle wisp of smoke rose from the bullet wound in Jamie’s skull. Edward watched this little spiral disappear into the dusty air as the thick silence isolated him from the others. For what seemed an eternity, they all stood as useless as the building around them; mannequins prisoner to the passing of time.

A sharp intake of breath following a panicked fit caused Libby to collapse into Peter who barely caught her. Caught between their instinct to flee and to hope that somehow, this was all a dream, they chose the former and ducked behind the adjacent aisle. Tins clattered around them as they fled the store. No one bothered to stop them as Jamie’s frozen grimace had hypnotised them all.

As blood stained Jamie’s dead flesh, Edward was reminded of the blood bath he’d seen at Cam’s mansion and repressed a violent urge to vomit. Though his vision…

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Breeze – Distance

“Hi Mikey, im Dr Peret, pleased to meet you.”

Mike looked up at the strange person before him, a dark skinned lady with tight curls that dropped just passed her ears and rolls of gentle fat lining her chin. She looked friendly enough but something whispered in his ear

“Shes gonna lie to you…”

He ignored it, staring into her face. She raised a hand out towards him and instinctively he reached out and shook it, his own hand tiny in her comfortable grip. His mind turned to warmer thoughts as he scanned her features. He pictured her laughing, surrounded by people with the same skin and hair as her, but in different styles. The air was heavy with the scent of spices and loud voices, yet it felt welcoming.

“She comes from a good home…”

“How could you possibly know that? Anyone that dresses like this must not be trusted. They want to put you on tablets and injections to ‘calm you down'”

His mind jumped from the warm environment to a cold, white tiled room where he was strapped to a table, his eyes pinned open and people with glasses standing around him, watching his eyes flick from person to person in the room, jotting things down on clipboards when a machine dropped down, revealing sharp syringes aimed right for his face, possibly his eyes. He screamed as they approached and despair filled him as he tugged on the restraints

“I hear there has been problems at school?”

Snap

He was back facing the doctor from the warm home. He breathed deeply and pushed down the sick knot that formed in his stomach.

He shook his head.

“No? No problems? No bullying or difficulties focussing on work?”

He shook his head again, Mikes mother nudged him, jolting a response.

“I… I prefer stories.”

Dr Peret leant closer to him, Mike lowered his face to avoid eye contact. It was stupid but he felt that if they made eye contact she would control the conversation, she would wring him for information and find out about her, find out about the dreams and how they sometimes followed him.

“Find out about me huh…”

“I prefer stories too… who do you read?”

“I don’t, the stories come from me.”

“So a creative type eh?”

He didnt answer, he had said too much.

What was i thinking!? ‘The stories come from me’!? I’m going to have to leave home… ill never see my mom again!

A tear slipped down his cheek, a cold sadness settled in his chest.

“Its ok Mike… Everythings going to be fine. Just, talk.”
About an hour later, Mike had vented everything about the world to Dr Peret, about how he visits it at night and rides enormous creatures across the plains, about the various tribes and people he had met on his travels. Everything from the Pirates at Bladewater Cove to the futuristic city of Nilla. All in incredible detail, he had even gone to the effort to describe each of the knights houses in Empire and also the mysterious Crystal City in the heart of the Lifeless Dunes.

“You… told her everything…”

“Yeah… Sorry… nobody had ever seemed interested before-“

“Well now thry will be! You sounded ansolutely crazy in there… they’ll split us up you know.”

“They can’t do that. You’ve always been there, they can’t take you away.”

“Mike, they have medicines and potiona that can send me away! Thats why i told you not to tell them!”

His heart beat rapidly, filling up with terror. Had he truly messed up that much? Would the kind looking Dr send him to the cold stone place, were lots of scary Drs would poke at him and try to work out what was going on. He felt sick, his stomach flipped and knotted uncomfortably as the murmuring from the office grew louder.

“- but continue with the course and well see how he progresses.”

Mikes mother nodded her head, she had shoulder length hair that was grey and blonde at the same time. She looked tired, he knew that it was hard for her, but didnt understand why. Sure he played a lot more in his head then other children and maybe, just maybe, he spoke to himself or others that where around often but he still didnt see what the problem was.

She smiled weakly, her baggy multicolored jumper was covered in loose threads and ends that completed the picture of a woman at the end of her tether.

“Come on Mikey… lets get home, weve got one stop to make before we get home. Say thank you to the Dr.”

Mike stood up and caught his reflection, people had described him as an “old 8” which confused him as how can you be an old version of your age? In the window opposite, the reflection showed another child, Keller, one of his best friends who was shaking his head with a saddened face.

“Thank you Dr.”

“Ill see you soon Mike, do as you mother asks now ok?”

He nodded gently, feeling resigned to his fate now.

Breeze – Just a dream

Thunder rattled the outside of the building as it rolled across the sky. The office windows were left slightly open, allowing the breaking noise to crackle inside the office. Everyone had gone for food but Mike had stayed inside, the IT room was darkened by cloud cover and lack of windows, causing the tiny blinking LEDs to pierce from the velvety darkness with striking brightness.

He sat, shaking a little, still staring at the badly constructed email on the screen in front of him. His stomach knotted itself with a clenching twist, the other room flashed quickly, splashing a weird shadow on the wall to his side, strange how in an empty office it can still look like the shadow of a person can be cast in lightning.

When he finally managed to move, he knew that something weird was happening. Was this a long trick? Maybe he’d dropped off at some point and spoke outloud and this was a prank by the office?

He even entertained the premise of being the subject of a hypnotist that was trying to subliminally influence his life, having watched some weird stuff on t.v lately, no matter how unlikely that was. Sighing, he shook his head and rose up from the chair to head to the kitchen coffee might help right n-

Another flash lit up the office before him and illuminated the girl from his dream. She stretched her hand out towards him, as if gesturing him to follow her. Her black facepaint now more detailed then ever, drawing lines down her face, her hair braided and twisted expertly seemed to radiate the orange, fire like quality of colour. It was remarkable the amount of detail that could be gathered in a split second flash of light.

Just as soon as she appeared, she was gone, leaving no trace but a stark imprint on his memory. He remembered her name. Myra.

They had been… friends during childhood, one that he seemed to have forgotten as the dull reality of life had taken over. It felt like bumping into an old family member that you hadnt seen in decades. What was causing this to happen?

It was just a dream, right? Yeah a prolonged dream, one that was extremely realistic and life like, but still just a dream that he woke up from and carried on life as normal…

Mike stood, barely having moved a step away from his chair, staring at the blank space in the doorway where Myra had just been standing. He wondered if he would need to go back onto his medication if this continued too happen…

Breeze -Sighing winds

He awoke in a sweat. That was the most intense dream he’d ever had, clearly remembering everything that he touched, smelled. The sheer panic as the creatures surrounded him and the unnerving feeling of familliarity that lingered even as he sat up in his bed.

Shakily he entered the kitchen, a vague feeling of being watched hovered around the whole flat, so he got quickly dressed for work and left in a hurry.

Myra watched from the kitchen counter as the door slammed before her, giggling a little to herself. Found you.

Mike hurried through the streets, his mind racing with pictures of the dream, the colourful sky, the vast cavern that hung over the edge of nothingness. The giant field of grass populated with tiny little tents and collossal-

Mike stopped dead in the street as he examined the last thought,Wait that didnt happen last night, whats this?

He remembered the loud thuds as he ran close to the giant creatures legs. They stomped with enough force to shake the ground as he and the girl played together. Sure it was a dangerous game, but it felt like so much fun. She was one of the tribespeople from the area which explained her patchwork appearance and the black mask paint that ran down her face. She was his age, or very close and they laughed as they ran around the enormous beasts legs.

The beasts were peaceful, like massive walking islands amidst an ocean of yellow and green grass stalks. Deep brown leathery skin covered them from head too foot, a long powerful neck held a wide flat head. Their build allowed them to devour trees whole in one enormous sweeping bite. A flock of small raptor like creatures swarmed through the fields, creating a wave of movement across the plain.

He blinked a couple of times as the images faded, finishing with him and the girl sitting atop one of the enormous creatures, now named Grass Islands, watched the sunset as it thundered along at a slow, gentle pace. Up in the sky, two sky whales helixed around another, much smaller whale followed them, with pinpricks of sparkling light beginning to come through the thinning cloud and peach coloured sky.

Confusion ran among him as he strode along, walking at a faster pace then most as to avoid anybody talking to him. What was going on? His dreams where usually weird, rabbit in the fridge kind of things, but never this vivid or… real.

He got into work, still flustered about the dream and unable to shake the bizarre feeling it had left in his stomach. “Morning Mike!”

The ‘wizard’ was perky, strangely so for a day like today, as it was raining quite heavily, in fact the whole office seemed rather energized. “Its payday! And we got fantastic bonuses from our targets!”

“Oh… yeah fantastic. Sorry i had a bad nights sleep so im not that… up, yet.”

“Ahh dont worry about it, anyway it’ll kick in later when you can spend it!”

With a weak smile, Mike sighed out “Yeah, i think you’re right, i think im just being tired at the moment, maybe food will help?”

The wizard smiled widely, now you’re making sense, ill round up the office for our trip.”

He left in a hurry as Mike sat down and shook his head, trying to jolt the feeling of exhaustion away, his computer was on already so he quickly logged in, his emails were still onscreen as if he hadnt left yet. But he was certain that he had turned the computer off before he left last night…

A box popped up in the corner,

(No subject)

(No title)

With hesistation he clicked the box, hands shaking from exhaustion and tension at the weird occurences today. The box filled part of the screen with a weirdly constructed message.
MIKe

BReeZe NEedS yOU.

RemeMBER uS.

The message sat before him, taking its time to sink in. The words made sense as equally as they confused him. Was breeze the name of that world? No, it wasnt a world, it was a dream. And he wasnt receiving emails from a dream. 

Yet somehow.

He was.


Silent Heaven: To Nightmares Awaken – Chapter Four: Start of Darkness

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Edward needed little convincing to join the supply run when the stale Ramen he ingested reappeared. As he dry-heaved outside of Ruxandra’s flat, Jack patted his back sympathetically. Thomas looked on mockingly but said nothing as his face still burned with the previous beating he received. All but Edward were armed with a large backpack of a simple black knit design; Edward said nothing but received a perfunctory explanation that they always took them on their supply runs.

Adjacent to Ruxandra’s flat was a lone white van which blended with the other abandoned vehicles. Ren climbed into the driver’s seat and motioned Edward to the passenger side.

“Are you kidding me?” snarled Thomas.

Ren rolled her eyes. “You really trust him enough not to keep your eyes on him?”

Remaining silent, he glowered at her and climbed into the back with a reluctant Jack. The doors slammed with a tired…

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Breeze – The Stop Before Dawn

Mike watched the orange sunset that stretched above and below him, as though there was no end to the sky.  Also, there seemed to be no sun that he could make out, even though the sky was clearly during sunset, going from red to strong orange and finishing in a bizarre green at the lower points of the sky. He realised he was stood on the edge of a cliff lip that was akin to a diving board, and his stomach flipped.

He stepped back from the edge and sharp jagged edges came into his vision on either side. This was some form of cave that led to a dangerous lip at the end of the world.

Wait, end of the world? Where did that come from?

The whole scene felt… familliar to him. As though he had been here long ago but forgotten it existed.

Where is she?

Who?

The girl.

What girl?

The girl in the patchwork dress! One of the Inami tribe!

What is going on here!?

His head felt like it was arguing with itself, as though an old part of his brain was shouting at his conscious mind. He raised his hands to cover his ears instinctively, but the voice continued.

Im in your head, you arent hearing me.

“Whats going on!?” Mike shouted in frustration as he backed further into the cave.

Dont shout, the Cave Dwellers will come.

What cave dwellers?

A sound of rubble dropping from the walls came, along with a slow scratching sound. It looked as though the rocks themselves where moving in response to his shouting. 

Them

Whatever ‘them’ where, were waking up. Grey lumps with shiny black hides began to lift up and look around, they seemed to be moving faster and faster now as one leaned over the edge, its tremendous paws gripping the ledge powerfully with claws that looked razor sharp and about the size of daggers or short swords. His heart began to pound loudly in his chest as more and more of the surrounding ledges and boulders began to shudder into life. It looked as if the entire environment was alive and steadily becoming more aware.

You have to get out, its too dangerous here.

You think!?

Mike began to look for anyway out that he could find, but the shadows blocked every crevice and possible exit. Scanning around, he looked deeper into the cave and spotted one that seemed to be a deeper recess then the other shuddering entrances.

Go!

He burst off at a speed that surprised himself, the cavern began to fill with a strange juddering, cracking sound as the creatures reared up, attempting to locate what had disturbed them. In a matter of seconds he had reached the recess, but to no avail as he pressed against thr hard, cold stone wall that blocked his way. A loud thud crashed behind him and a sense of dread ran up his spine as he slowly rotated, coming face to face with the strangely beetle like face of the Cave Dweller.

Its black sunken eyes were hard to distinguish against the black of its eye sockets, only different in their wetter shine. Its tiny feelers twitched in the air as it emitted a strange crackling noise from what Mike guessed was its mouth. More loud thuds landed behind the humongous creature that had him cornered. It was a strange feeling, being cornered by something that was clearly going to kill you at any given moment, Mike closed his eyes, afraid of the impending impact from the massive beast and began to think of how much of his life he had wasted, all the invites he had turned down because of stupid reasons such as talking to strangers, even being with friends terrified him slightly and had been one of his excuses. “Oh i have to take my cat to the vet” when he didnt own a cat

Its my ____ birthday so i have to see them”

He hadnt seen his family or anyone from his family in years so again that was a lie.

His mind switched to work, never again would hebsee that group of people that made him feel… welcome ever again. Speaking of which, where was he? How did he even get-

A deafening sound filled the cave, almost distorting his vision with its sheer volume. It sounded like a mixture of whalesong and an elephants call, this time there was a severe earthquake that threw him to the floor towards the Cave Dweller, who had now turned to the origin of the noise and reared up in defense.

The rocks had split open on its back and revealed delicate wings which shone with a multicolored sheen and began to rapidly flutter, levitating the strange beast off the floor. Mike crawled forwards, curious of what had come to his aid, peering round the rocks, the largest creature he had ever seen had crashed into and blocked up the entire caves precipice with its enormous pale white body.

It resembled a whale, immense and pale, with two large eyes at the front of its face and bizarre pupils that resembled crosshairs. It screeched the bizarre noise again and opened its mouth, revealing thousands of blunt teeth, obviously designed for crushing or grinding, and strangley about 20 tongues. The Cave dwellers all formed up in the air, some form of defensive position, there razor sharp claws readied to strike against this massive creature.

Some had gathered underneath it and began to bite, stab and cut against its flesh. The whale creature now began its attack, its tongues stretching out with dangerous precision, latching around the Cave Dwellers and pulling them into its mouth and pinning them powerfully against the tongues housing.

Mike was fascinated by the scene. Two incredible creatures hed never seen before, one attempting to feed itself and the other defending what must be a nest of some form. Someone shouted his name over the noises of battle, he turned to face the sound of the strangely familiar voice and thats when he saw.

Its her…

The next step

So ladies and gentlemen, begins the next step in my life.

I have finally (and also being the only one in my family bar my wife) been accepted into university to study writing properly!

This, as well as everyone here and on my twitter feed, is leading me along my path to becoming what ive kind of dreamt about since i was 10 years old.

A proper, legitamate writer. I always wanted to be the guy that made it as a writer without any backup or training or… well, ya know, effort, but i know thats impossible. And unfeasible. And also a little arrogant to be honest with you all.

So i decided to follow it in its entirety, study this and go into it fully. To get in I had to create a 1000 word review on the last book or film that i had watched/read.

Shit.

The last book i read was… im not sure, something about a tuttle eating jellyfish or something, to my son so that was out of the question and the last movie that i watched was, and bare with me, spaceballs.

Yeah cause i could totally get into a professional career using a review based on that movie, despite its lasting marks on me from childhood #favoritechildhoodmoviedontask.

So instead i want with something that today bends my head with its almost implausible facts and other entries.

Fingerprints of the gods.

So off i went typing away about this book refferring to it in various manners and realising halfway through that i would have sounded, politely, batshit crazy.

Well it worked anyway, so even if i do sound crazy, id written it well enough to get onto a course that id wanted to study on!

So to date, that makes this year very good.

New baby, check

New, actual job, check

University course to follow my dream.

Check.