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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 9/4-9/10 (2016)

Writing Prompt ResponseHa. I pick this gorgeous picture of a Lighthouse that is super inspirational for this weeks writing prompt… and I’m really expecting it to jilt me straight into writing.

Instead, I have a super busy week and don’t post very much at all… let alone work on this writing prompt.

>_> So. I’m taking a leaf out of my own advice book, because I won’t not do a writing prompt response.

Welcome to a Saturday Session of Amanda Can’t Write Poetry!

A ghost lives in that lighthouse

And it is her haunting gaze that lures in the sailors

Not her song

But her broken eyes

And the pain that shines out through their iridescence

She calls to them with her pain

And brings them to the edge of the structure

Their boats crashing

Their hands scrambling for shore

Only to find the lighthouse door locked

From the outside.

Heavy inspiration for this came from the song Lighthouse by The Hush Sound.

If you’ve responded to the writing prompt, make sure to link back to me! I love posting your responses to go along with my own!

Other Responses:

Kayla Dore | Steps Times Two | ProwlingThunder

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Weekly Writing Prompt: 8/14-8/20 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

So, I’m doing it a little late in the day, but I have just completed my response for this weeks Writing Prompt! Apparently I needed to take it to a darker place? I was going to write another Borderlands fanfic, but then I decided that I could go ahead and put out a little bit of original work. So, it may still be inspired a bit by Handsome Jack? But, oh well!

The prompt was to use the following sentence: I told you that I was no good for you.

No Good For You

“I told you that I was no good for you.” They should be words of comfort, but they come out of cold lips. I can feel apathy marching across my body and settling into my center, like some kind of shield against what I’ve done.

Of course, I’ve done this so many times now that I know I don’t feel guilty about it – I don’t even know if I know how to feel guilty anymore.

Still, they’re laying there on the ground and they’re choking on a sob that’s gurgling blood. I think if they could have formed words around the gaping wound that was quickly spilling their life onto the ground around us, my great canvass, they would have asked me why.

Why did I do this – why did I get them close, just to slit their throat. Why did I make them think that I cared, when in all reality, I hadn’t truly cared about another person or thing in a long, long while.

And I wouldn’t have had a clear answer for them – at least, nothing that would have pleased them. I would have told them the universal cop-out of because.

Maybe I could have added on a little more.

Because I wanted to.

Because it makes me feel good.

Because you are nothing to me.

Whatever the because is, it won’t bring them satisfaction. And whatever question they might have had dies on their lips as the light flickers out of their eyes and the blood spilling from their throat edges forward and threatens to stain my boots.

I step out of the way before it can, and feel a slow smile curl across my lips. “I gave you fair warning.” I speak calmly to the body – and I had. They’d approached me and wanted more of whatever I had locked inside. They’d wanted to see the real me…

And I was only too happy to oblige.

So, there we go. I actually really enjoy writing from the perspective of evil characters, killers, etc. Especially on these little prompts – it helps me to have more realistic characters when it comes to writing novel villains… because the one thing that you have to remember is that they have a mind of their own, an agenda of their own, and in their head… they usually aren’t wrong. You have to remember to take the time and think of why your bad guy things that what they’re doing is right. 

Until then, here are the other people have done this writing prompt! You better go check them out!

Other Responses:

WriterNotWriter | Kayla Dore | ProwlingThunder

Make sure to check out those replies! I love seeing how everyone can come up with something different from the same sentence! If you want to be featured on my blog, just do the reply and then link back to me!

I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! Just remember to keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 7/31-8/6 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

All right! It’s coming late in the day, just as I warned… but it is coming. I still have a bit more writing to get done today, so I’m just going to hop right to it! This weeks Writing Prompt went as follows:

The assassin looked to their partner. “I’m going on a mission, and I need you to stop me at all costs.

So! Here is my response! It’s a fanfic for Fallout 4 and my character Malice ❤

Loving Hancock


“I’m going on a mission, and I need you to stop me at all costs.” Her voice was serious when she spoke, her aqua eyes burning with a conviction that she hadn’t expected to feel. She’d never intended to care about the people in the Brotherhood of Steel – Malice had only joined them because she respected the man, Danse, and because he afforded her the same respect. After that, she’d only continued to work with them because Elder Maxson offered the technology and capability to get into the Institute, to figure out what had happened to Shaun.

She hadn’t expected to uncover any information about Paladin Danse, and she especially hadn’t expected that Maxson would react in such a fashion when he discovered that the man who he had trusted for years was a synth.

Malice wasn’t sure of much, but she was positive that Danse didn’t know about it, until he’d been told.

Hancock stared at her with wide, dark eyes, his mouth slightly agape. “What do you mean, I have to stop you?” He finally narrowed his gaze, “Malice, you wouldn’t actually try to kill him, would you?” She could hear disbelief in his voice. He knew her better than that – if anything, she knew what it was like to be cast out from your people, left to die because you weren’t useful any longer.

“No, but I know Danse well enough to know that he’ll try to talk me into it.” She shook her head slowly, so that long tresses of red hair slid over her shoulder. She stepped forward, and Hancock’s arms instantly came around her. The ghoul leaned in close, brushing her cheek.

“What, do you want me to talk some sense into the tin-can? I’m charming, love, but I don’t know if I’m that charming.”

She laughed – no one had made her feel good about herself until she’d met the Mayor. The unexpected connection that she felt to him, in tandem with his acceptance of who she was, her methods, her personality… she’d never found that, this side of 200 years before or after. Only with Hancock.

“It’s not that, but he might try to start a fight. You know how stubborn he is… I need to bring him back in one piece, even if I have to burn down that damn blimp to do it.”

I felt a closer connection to Danse now than ever – I couldn’t let him be killed. I’d been adamant about being the one to take him out – Maxson had seemed all too willing to let me do it. After all, I was a damn Russian assassin. I was a soldier, through and through… and I’d never given an inclination that I wouldn’t do what I was told.

I was going to give one now – I’d send the message loud and clear.

Hancock moved in suddenly, and his mouth pressed against mine. For a moment, the world melted away, and there was just him. He tasted like mentats and booze, and his tongue was soft velvet playing against my lower lip.

When he pulled back, for a moment I forgot why I was upset. I’d forgotten everything but the taste of him.

“What was that for?”

He smiled then, and it was beautiful. His hand stroked through my hair once before he stepped back. “I just love it when you get all fierce and full of conviction – when you show how much you care about the people in this fucked up world.” There was warmth there, and honest admiration, and then, as though he could tell that he’d said something profoundly sweet and he needed to ruin it, he added. “It makes your accent come out – you know how hot that gets me.”

Damn me, but I did love that ghoul.

So, there it is! I love pairing Malice with Hancock, because they work so well together! Anyway, let me go ahead and get the responses of everyone else who has participated!

Other Responses:

Jasmina Offer


Kayla Dore

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I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! Just remember to keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 7/3-7/9 (2016)

Writing Prompt

So, this weeks writing prompt asked us to take a list of words and transform it into a story! You can find the list on the link to to the prompt! All of my required words are in bold, because I wanted to make it easier for you to pick out where they came from. Also, I decided to delve back into fanfiction for this particular writing prompt response – and this weeks fanfiction is Borderlands! Enter and Alternate Universe where Rhys and Handsome Jack meet each other properly for the first time way before the events of Tales from the Borderlands. Why? Because. That’s why.

Come on, Sunshine

Tick, tock, tick… time passed slowly, and Rhys felt his breath coming faster and faster with every second that passed by. Every time that precariously quick hand drug the minutes closer to it being time for his shift to end made him squirm unhappily in his seat. He’d been feeling that way all day long, and no amount of coffee or distracting work could settle the man from the message that had been delivered to him earlier that morning.

Yeah, he wants to see you in his office after your shift about your work performance, the secretary’s eyes were wide, her own lips pursed as though she wasn’t sure why Handsome Jack would want to see someone as lowly as Rhys.

Are you sure? That he meant me, I mean – he could have meant–

Trust me. I asked. She flinched then, as though remembering exactly what had happened to her for questioning Jack’s decision.

She’d turned abruptly then, without so much as a May I, and Rhys had been left all day with the sinking feeling in his stomach that the Handsome Jack wanted to see him. He was Rhys’ goddamn hero – his idol! The man that he looked up to, hell, the man that he wanted to be someday… and he wanted to see him.

The young Hyperion only wished that the message had been delivered later in the day, so he didn’t have to spend all afternoon worrying about it until he felt like a bundle of nerves.

When he looked back up at the clock, numbness rushed through him. He clenched his fist against the edge of his desk, and took another slow breath as the scraping of chairs around him told him… it was time.

It was time to go.

His feet carried him towards Jack’s office as though he was walking on air – he wasn’t sure what Jack could possibly want from him, but he knew that he wanted to make a good first impression; if only he could manage to maintain any of that cool charm that he practiced on his friends. It worked on Vaugn, at least.

Then again, he was practicing to be Jack, so maybe it wouldn’t be the best to introduce himself and have the President thinking that he was trying to mock him.

Nervousness pulsed through Rhys, making him stop in front of the enormous door that led to Jack’s office.

His heart was thundering, trying to escape out of his chest by way of his throat. He felt a small shiver pulse through him at the knowledge that Jack was there, right behind that door. He’d only looked at him once in his lifetime, but Rhys had looked at Jack every day. On posters, in holo’s… everywhere…

And he’d always wanted…


I got this,” he muttered to himself, soft surprise pulsing through him at the fact that at least his voice sounded like he meant it. With a small sound somewhere between clearing his throat and a whimper, he moved to open the door.


And there it is, my writing prompt response! I left it where I did (yes, there’s more), because I think that this will be understandable, even to people who haven’t played the games. Anyway, I really like list writing prompts, because it forces you to form a story around certain words; I find them extremely challenging… and that’s what these writing prompts are all about – the challenge, and our capability to rise above and overcome it… and come out the other side with a pretty fantastic story, to boot.

I know that each and every one of you can meet and surpass that challenge, and I’d love to see you do so. Remember, if you do my writing prompts, you can get featured on my blog! Just link back to me and let me know that you did them, and your name and a link to your blog will go onto the below list (updated at the end of the day!)

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So, until next time, you guys. Keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!
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