Writing Prompts and RP Starters
written by madrid
This is a book for writing prompts or RP starters if you ever need them! Feel free to use them! Any suggestions? Message me and I'll add them!
Last Updated
05/31/21
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4
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Chapter Three - Writing Prompt [Elyta Hayes] [Unedited]
Chapter 3
[Submitted by Elyta. Wording added by Aurora] [Unedited]
The man in the cleanroom suit scrawled the words on his whiteboard. His large hands looked like they were about to break the Black Expo marker with one good squeeze. We were in a conference room, thick black shades blocking out the sunlight. Recess lighting looked down from the white ceiling and made me feel like I was in interrogation.
'Female. 20. Uncontaminated.' The chicken scratch handwriting read. It was tough enough to listen to the god forsaken man talk. Why don't they just kill me so I don't have to deal with this anymore?
Those are the only things that matter anymore- the final things that let you survive. And only two are right. I had been in the hunting business for almost twenty years so I knew she was uncontaminated. I nodded and laced my fingers together, deep in thought. The color photo of a young woman wearing black sunglasses lay in front of me, long brown hair covering the bottom half of her face. A small frown crossed my face. If she was sick, why didn't she look like it? And it was obviously windy so she had to be somewhere that wind was an often occurrence.
'Sir, your job is to kill her.' The man said, looking back at me. 'The disease has caused enough damage to her mind and body. She is of no use to us anymore.' He slid a vanilla folder across the long, wooden table and at me, leaning up against the gray walls.
I opened the thin file and frowned. This was all they had on her? A code name, an age, height, and description? I swallowed a snort and nodded, getting up. I straightened out the black jacket of my suit and nodded to him, pulling open the wooden door. I took one step outside and stepped back in, dodging being killed by a panicked secretary. Her russet hair fell to her shoulders and she pushed past me, talking to the man quickly. An enraged yell was the last thing I heard as I shut the door, leaving the compound. My phone rang and I picked it up, not looking at the caller ID.
'She's gone off the rader. I want a confirmed death within ten hours.' He demanded, his voice harsh.
'Yes sir.' I said, clicking the phone off. God, I hated the man.
The man in the cleanroom suit scrawled the words on his whiteboard. His large hands looked like they were about to break the Black Expo marker with one good squeeze. We were in a conference room, thick black shades blocking out the sunlight. Recess lighting looked down from the white ceiling and made me feel like I was in interrogation.
'Female. 20. Uncontaminated.' The chicken scratch handwriting read. It was tough enough to listen to the god forsaken man talk. Why don't they just kill me so I don't have to deal with this anymore?
Those are the only things that matter anymore- the final things that let you survive. And only two are right. I had been in the hunting business for almost twenty years so I knew she was uncontaminated. I nodded and laced my fingers together, deep in thought. The color photo of a young woman wearing black sunglasses lay in front of me, long brown hair covering the bottom half of her face. A small frown crossed my face. If she was sick, why didn't she look like it? And it was obviously windy so she had to be somewhere that wind was an often occurrence.
'Sir, your job is to kill her.' The man said, looking back at me. 'The disease has caused enough damage to her mind and body. She is of no use to us anymore.' He slid a vanilla folder across the long, wooden table and at me, leaning up against the gray walls.
I opened the thin file and frowned. This was all they had on her? A code name, an age, height, and description? I swallowed a snort and nodded, getting up. I straightened out the black jacket of my suit and nodded to him, pulling open the wooden door. I took one step outside and stepped back in, dodging being killed by a panicked secretary. Her russet hair fell to her shoulders and she pushed past me, talking to the man quickly. An enraged yell was the last thing I heard as I shut the door, leaving the compound. My phone rang and I picked it up, not looking at the caller ID.
'She's gone off the rader. I want a confirmed death within ten hours.' He demanded, his voice harsh.
'Yes sir.' I said, clicking the phone off. God, I hated the man.
