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Write 50 words or less on a woman meeting the man of her dreams and realizing there might be a problem.
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Time for another writing prompt, folks! Give us your best entries in the comments section below!
Write 50 words or less on a woman meeting the man of her dreams and realizing there might be a problem.
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“So let me get this straight. You’re gorgeous, love to cook, enjoy cuddling, fixing things around the house, are brilliant, amazing in bed, have never cheated, and want to share your billion dollar fortune with me?”
“Yup.”
“What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” he says, smiling.
“Is that a snaggletooth?”
The room grew colder. There was a draft. She turned around. He was there. He was goddamn here she thought. But he looked different. Younger. He looked at her with black scratched eyes.
“Hi,” she said. “You said forever.”
The planchette on the ouija board moved. It stopped on ‘no’.
She lay back exhausted. She had never had sex like this before. This man was like a goat, in more ways than one. His legs were hidden by his jeans, but his chest musculature fulfilled her every desire.
‘Where does the name “Pan” come from, she asked, curiously.
There, like the seer said.
The man from my dreams, a basket of dead flowers at his feet.
I swap the flowers from dad’s grave. Breathe.
“Room in your basket for these?”
“Just like my dreams.” He nods, turns, sighs.
That’s why the seer laughed. He’s a priest.
The head full of rich, dark hair, the cannon ball shoulders, the ruddy scruff on his chiseled chin didn’t bother her at all. It was the shelves of teddy bears that alarmed her, and how he said she could pick anyone on the middle shelf after she asked, “So, how was it?”
“I’ll have the steamed Asian vegetables,” Edie said, handing back the menu. Mark’s soft waves of dark hair captivated her while he stared down at his menu. She imagined her fingers tangled in it.
“And I’ll have the bacon wrapped filet. Rare.” Mark smiled as the waiter left.
My heart fluttered so hard at the sight of him, I thought it would take flight from my chest. He was gorgeous, and I felt myself being pulled by his gaze. His piercing iridescent eyes locked with mine.
“Hi, I’m -“
“Hello Alison,” he said. “I’m Death.”
That’s what she loved about him most, the little notes he left for her. But this note had another woman’s name on it —Eileen knew she had been used. And when her bank statement showed she had nothing left in her account, Eileen realized she would never see Ben again.
All night he charmed her. She felt so carefree and attractive around him.
“Would you like to come up for a post dinner drink?” She prayed he’d accept.
“Sure,” he answered, “Can we play a game? I just need to tie you up, though. Is that okay?”
He said all the right things. She melted into his arms, lying on the grass with stars overhead.
“I’ve never met a woman like you.”
Her heart raced.
He pulled a silver bottle from his pocket.
“It relaxes me.”
Suddenly tense, she realized first impressions might not be safe.
He held the door for her.
“What floor?”
She could barely speak.
“6 please”
She took in his aroma standing beside him trying to hide the blood on her sleeve.
“Is that blood on your shoe?”
Instantly his heart rate sped up.
Marie met Frank at a party – he was there with his sister, Jen. He was all she had ever dreamed of in a man: eyes, body, smile, humour … and he seemed to like her. Only thing was, after a few minutes, Marie found herself staring at Jen’s breasts.
My sickly mother always told me I would never marry or have children because she needed me to care for her. I grew up inwardly scarred until I met a young man with real scars on his face. We fell in love and married. My scars healed; his became invisible.
As she stood up from her desk and gathered her things and started to walk toward the elevator. As she glanced at her phone to see if she had any text messages, she ran into the new guy. “McDreamy”.
“oh my gosh I am so sorry!” she said. Before “McDreamy” opened his mouth to answer but she interrupted by saying, ” You are new right? I saw that you started Monday. I’m Haley. I’ve worked here for about five years, in sales. I see you are in marketing, I almost went into marketing but i’m not very good at coming up with catch phrases. How do you like it here? Some of us singles get together for drinks on Friday nights. Oh my god! You should come, it’s so much fun …”.
Haley talked and talked. She stared at his beautiful chiseled face, his ice blue eyes and his perfect for kissing mouth. She didn’t let him get a word in at all. Her hands flew all over the places as she talked, she giggled and hit him hard on the shoulder as she blabbed away.
As she realized she should probably shut up,she shut her mouth and said ” Oh! How I run my mouth!”, giggling like a school girl.
“McDreamy” said, ” I’m married.” and walked quickly away.
” Oh. Have a good weekend.” she whispered.