Promptober Day 10: Transform

Mia turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her shabby shoes and turtleneck did not do much to improve her appearance. The dark jeans and shirt paired with her dark hair felt drab in a monotone way. She wished upon a star that for the tea party event she could have dressed up. Mia’s best friend Darla was hosting a party where all the girls in their class were supposed to dress up and pretend to be fancy for one evening. She had helped Darla pick out her dress. A beautiful lilac piece with lace on the cuffs and trim. A matching pair of tights and gloves to make the outfit complete. Mia had smiled when Darla showcased the outfit from the dressing room. She was so excited for her friend!

Even with that excitement, Mia felt a ping of sadness and embarrassment. There was no way she could ask her mother to splurge on a new party outfit. She had last year’s Easter dress; but her mom has picked it out for her. A tea length dress that did very little to flatter Mia’s curves and legs. So Mia had relegated herself to wearing normal clothes to the party. She knew her best friend would be disappointed but Darla would be understanding. She would be sure to be the one taking all the fancy pictures to make sure no one would remember her lack of an outfit.

Mia glanced again into the mirror. Tugging at her shirt, she made one last effort to straighten her outfit. Looking back at her reflection, she noticed a sparkling light above her left shoulder. Mia blinked again. The light seemed to hover slightly. She turned to see if the bright sparkle existed in real life. There was no light above her shoulder. Just air. Mia glanced back at the mirror. The bright sparkle still hung in the air. The reflection somehow was capturing something that did not exist. Mia reached out and leaned closer to the mirror. Her fingertips touched the place where the bright sparkle floated. Suddenly, Mia felt a warmth spread through her fingers down her palm. The light started to grow and change into bright blues and pinks. Her feet lifted from the ground and her legs tilted upward. The changing light started to swirl around her arms, chest and torso: all the while changing from pink to blue. Mia heard a soft voice say “You are beautiful!”. She no longer could see her reflection or the mirror, it was too bright. But Mia noticed how her clothing felt as though it was sliding off her skin. She looked down at her arms to find them covered in long sleeves with a soft floral pattern. Her body still lifted into the air and she started to swirl along with the light arms outstretched. Mia’s clothes changed completely in an array of light and movement. She was no longer wearing her drab clothes and instead was twirling in a beautiful tea dress with new shoes and accessories to match. Slowly, Mia lowered to the floor of her bedroom. She was shocked. Somehow the light had changed her clothes and outfit. She was wearing a beautiful dress, new victorian button boots and a delicate parasole hung on her wrist. Mia looked in the mirror. It was the perfect outfit! The one she had been dreaming of for weeks before the party! An outfit she could never have. Mia’s eyes started to well. What good magic had been sent to give her such a gift? Could she ever thank that person? 

Mia heard her mom call from downstairs. She had so many questions but it was time to go. Time to go to the party! She would be able to fit in and not feel embarrassed. Mia glanced once more into the mirror.

“You are beautiful” She said to her reflection.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by XINYI SONG on Unsplash

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Promptober Day 9: Tempt

“You know rather than understand the human condition from the perspective of a holy God, I think it makes more sense to use the devil as your starting point.” Levi said in response to Danella.

“There isn’t just one way to look at the Fall in the Bible. You could look at it as the humans are going back to the state they were originally created for. I mean if we believe in original sin, then was the temptation in the garder something inevitable, almost purposeful?” Levi paused.

Danella thought for a moment. “From my understanding of your point, you are saying that the humans God created were meant to fall and bring sin into the world. That the tempting of Adam and Eve was destined.”

“Well yes,” Levi continued. “I mean isn’t God supposed to know and orchestrate everything? That God knows all things?”

Danella started again, “I think my issue with that point is that God can know all things but he doesn’t orchestra everything. I think that God is all powerful and has the power to change the actions of people and things. But God doesn’t. He allows free will to be an important part of the equation of his creation. Therefore the tempting in the Garden of Eden although inevitable was not purposeful. God did not design those events to turn out like that. I believe that in those moments we see how our own free will becomes our downfall and God allows us to live with those consequences.”

“Interesting interpretation” Levi countered. “Because the moment we bring free will into the picture the blame for our choice falls on humans heads.”

“Exactly”, said Danella. “Our own choices lead us to what happened.”

“I think that might be a very Ameri-centric way of looking at the fall. Where the individual is solely responsible for the faults of their life. Do you not think that God was responsible for the fact that he did not stop humans from becoming tempted? Couldn’t he have done something? In a collectivist society we would see that Adam, Eve and God are all culpable in the fact that ‘sin’ entered the world.”

“Maybe,” Danella responded “One has to remember that God was not present when the devil approached Adam and Eve.”

“Yes, but doesn’t god know everything?” Levi asked. “He would have KNOWN that Adam and Eve were going to talk to the Devil, right?”

“I see your point,” Danella admitted. “ I agree that God would have known that the Devil approached Adam and Eve. Since, to your point, I do believe in the omniscience of God. But here again lies my issue. God’s character allows him to know all but not always change all. He understood the risk of Adam chatting with the Devil. But there is a choice left to his own creation. In that choice, comes the realization that God is all powerful but not all dictating. There is beauty there. I cannot deny the sad reality that Adam chooses to be tempted. But this choice does not mean that Adam or humanity is conforming to the original purpose of their design. Instead the choice of Adam is the crux of our separation from God. And in the Christian faith we believe that God again extends a choice to us. This act of choice is critical. To your point about God is culpable. I believe that one could argue the rest of the biblical story is God’s way of ‘helping’ or ‘taking responsibility’ for the choices of his own creation. God does not leave Adam and Eve in the dust but instead he is, one could argue, taking full responsibility for their actions by providing a way out from their demise.”

“Hmm, interesting. I see where you are coming from. That idea of choice becomes central to the Christian faith, which is, in your view, a defining factor of the faith.” Levi said.

“Let’s finish this discussion after my class. I have to run or I will be late.” Danella got up. “Thanks Levi, for considering my points even as we differ. I really enjoy our conversations.”

“Me too.” Levi smiled. “I’ll see you after class, next let’s talk about the sanctity of Jesus.”

“Haha,” Danella smiled too. “Sounds good, see you then Levi.”


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by TJ Dragotta on Unsplash

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Promptober Day 8: Headline

The morning light shone through the study window casting soft shadows on the bookshelf next to the window frame. The room was filled with a comfy warmth that only the 10 o’clock sun provides. Loch sat in a large leather reading chair next to the window. He was pursuing the headlines of the Daily Tribune, the regional paper filled with international and local news. Loch puffed on his pipe. His comrade Stonely walked into the study carrying a stack of books on ancient history. The small framed man seemed to tilt slightly to the left with the weight of the books in his hands. Loch continued puffing on his pipe.

“Hey-ho Loch.” Stonely said after putting down the books. “What’s the news like?”

Slowly, Loch took his pipe from his mouth. “A fine deal has been happening to lots of people all the while mostly nothing important has been reaching the headlines.” 

“Cryptic as always,” Stonely said, sitting in the chair opposite to Loch. He picked up one of his books and started to read.

“You know Stone,” Loch said looking out the window. “It seems as though our hearts are never in the right place and yet there is always an adventure waiting for us.”

“What’s in your pipe today Loch?” Stonely replied not looking up from his book.

“Another fascinating moment on the street as always” Loch said looking down into the street below. A well dressed lady of certainly some wealth was walking away from the window. A tall man dressed in evening clothes approached her from the opposite side of the street. The woman looked over and started to increase the speed of her gait.

“Hey-ho” Stonely had come to the window and was watching the same scene. Loch puffed on his pipe. The man was clearly shouting at the woman and tried to grab at her. She turned and started running back down the street. 

“And that’s our cue.” Loch stood up and quickly went out of the study down to the front entrance. Stonely followed close behind. Loch opened the old oak door. 

“Oh! Help!” The woman cried.

Loch took her arms and pulled her through the door. Stonely grabbed the door and swung it shut. The man in the street shouted and started to bang on the door. After a moment, the sound stopped and a silence sank on the three in the front entryway.  Loch and Stonely glanced at each other and then at the woman in front of them. Her smart dress indicated a certain class and demanded a certain respect. Her skirts filled the front entryway forcing the two men to press against the wall. 

“Pleased to make an acquaintance, Miss Carlton? I do suppose.” Loch said. He took out his pipe which he had stuffed in his vest pocket and started to puff.

“But,” Miss Carlton looked up. “How do you know my name?”

“Please, m’am” Stonely said, indicating the stairs up to the study. “Let’s go this way.”

“Because” Loch said, “it’s my business to know those who have hearts and minds worth paying attention too.” 

Miss Carlton blinked and looked warily to Stonely.

“Cryptic as always m’am” he responded. “Let’s go up and make you some tea.”


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by TJ Dragotta on Unsplash

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Promptober Day 7: Slam

James always wanted to be a basketball star. Fans cheering, racing down the court. This is where he felt alive. He loved the game, the chase. The squeak of his sneaks as his feet twisted. There he was, dribbling down the court. First he dodges a defender with a quick maneuver to the left. Then a pass to his friend Matias. Matias knew what to do. A fast pass back to James so he could set up for a shot. The basketball hit his hands. He lifted his arms, arching them ever so slightly to aim for the basket. Push and fwoosh. The ball left his hands as he jumped high in the sky. Sailing, he watched the ball arch toward the basket. All net, baby. The basketball swooshed through the basket without even touching the rim. Slam dunk!! James yelled out a loud “Woohoo!”

“James?”

He regained his senses remembering that he was in algebra class. James blinked. He was standing up next behind his desk, arms raised high. He had been day dreaming. 

“Ummm yes Mr. Davies?” He muttered.

“Did you have something you wanted to share with the class.” Mr. Davies asked.

James glanced around. Matias met us eyes and smirked. Color started to rise in his cheeks. 

“Uhh”, his voice wavered. “I just wanted to say, I think math is amazing…” James sat down.

“Well, thank you for that insight James. I appreciate your enthusiasm toward your studies. Now let us turn to page 105 in the workbook.” Mr. Davies continued.

James didn’t hesitate to open his book to the assigned page and start on the lesson. After a bit, he glanced over to Matias. His friend was smiling and mouthed the words “Woo hoo” as he mimed making a shot at the hoop. James smiled and started to laugh. 

He really did love basketball.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by TJ Dragotta on Unsplash

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Promptober Day 6: Ignite

The warm air from the fire touched my hands and cheek. I leaned my arm against the chair and let the heat spread across my face. The fire ignited warm memories in my heart as I closed my eyes. 

It seems hard to remember a time without the glow of Felix by my side. For his constant companionship has been critical in these months following my father’s passing. He had been kind, wary, and solid. Many of the arrangements I couldn’t bear to make, Felix took charge and decided for me. My sister says he is pushy but I don’t mind his decisive manner. I find it refreshing. Someone to lean on when life is in an upheaval. My dear, dear father. Oh how I miss him! His funny jokes and warm smiles. He really had taken a liking to Felix. That made me very happy.

I shifted in my seat. The fire heat had started to spread to my left arm and now my sleeve was hot on my skin. I moved to rest my head on the back of the chair and I folded my hands on my lap. Now my feet stretched out before me toward the fire. The yellow pattern on my socks changed color depending on how I positioned my foot in the light of the fire. I closed my eyes again.

I never thought that I would need someone in my life. The way Felix fit so perfectly. I’d assumed that my world would be filled with only familial and platonic loves. In many ways, I was glad I was wrong. Felix was surprising in the most comforting way. I loved how his words were kind and soft. He could make me laugh. And Felix always let me breathe. This space allowed me to process my emotions and become a more stable version of myself. I remembered that time Felix and I were caught in a rainstorm. He held his hoodie over our heads. I kept bumping into him since we had to stand so close. We ran under a building overhang. Felix let his hoodie drop from around us and he started to move a bit further away. Giving me space. Suddenly, I put my arms around his waist and drew him close. My face snuggling against his damp shirt. I had never done anything like this before. My cheeks were hot; I tightened my arms. I felt a low laugh in Felix’s chest as he hugged me back. It was so warm. Like a fire. Slowly spreading to every part of my heart.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Roberto H on Unsplash

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Promptober Day 5: Boat

Colin had never been a fan of boats. Never enjoying the rocking. The moving. His grandfather said the waters were calm but Colin never could relate to that experience. Instead he avoided fishing, canoes and kayaks. In his 9 years of life, Colin felt as though he had enough experience of the sea to know it was not a place to be. When he was 5, his mother forced him to go on a boat ride with his grandfather. As the waves crashed against the boat, Colin knew boats were not for him. The ocean was not for him. Why did people like the water anyway?

“Colin!” His mother called. “We are headed to Grandpa’s! Grab your stuff!”

“‘Kay Mom!” Colin responded. 

Mom always made him go fishing with Grandpa even though Colin told her about how he didn’t like boats. Luckily for this trip, Colin had made preparations. He had a plan. Colin started to gather his things. He grabbed a blue and orange duffel bag which was almost as wide as he was tall. He placed it on the bed, Tugging at the zipper. Then he started to pack. First were the extra pairs of socks in case the water splashed onto his shoes. Then he rolled up a small faded towel. Mom had let him keep this in his room. The towel would be perfect to sit on so his shorts didn’t get wet. Colin added two flashlights and two quarters to the bag. The flashlights would help in case Grandpa dropped something into the sea. The quarters were to make wishes. Colin picked up his walkie talkies and added them to the bag. These would help Colin talk to Grandpa over the splashing. Then there were 4 sheets of paper and 3 pencils stuffed into the bag along with a plastic bottle. You might want to leave a message at sea. Lastly, Colin placed an old tattered rope into the bag. He had found it in the basement among random boxes. He would use the rope for sea rescue for when inevitably someone fell off the boat. Colin zipped up the bag.

“Colin! Let’s go!” his mom called.

“Coming, mom!” Colin said walking down the stairs. Everything was ready. Or so he thought.

“Hun, did you bring your swimsuit?” his mom said as Colin made his way down the stairs.

“We’re going swimming?” Colin asked.

“Yeah, hun! I said a little while ago! Go change bud!” His mom turned.

Colin stood on the second to last step looking dumbfounded. Swimming? This was perfect! There would be no swimming and boating! 

“Woo-hoo!!” Colin shouted running back up the stairs. “This is gonna be awesome!”


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Roberto H on Unsplash

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Promptober Day 4: Arrow

A light shone in Terra’s eyes. She lifted her hand to shade her gaze. 

“Clandid? Is that you?”

The light turned toward the ground and Terra saw a shadow come closer to her. Her eyes were still adjusting to the change in the light. Clandid stepped closer. She noticed the arrow emblem of their squadron on his suit.

“Terra, you shouldn’t be on watch by yourself.” Clandid said. Terra shrugged. She always patrolled the perimeter away from the other guards.

“You worry too much,” Terra turned to start another loop around the east side of the barracks. 

Clandid fell in step with Terra. He walked along with her taking in stock of the surroundings. Terra and Clandid had both been transported to this outlier planet 3 months ago. Along with a slew of other crew members, their goal was to maintain the energy facility and update any hardware or software that needed it. It had been an uneventful trip which was nice. Terra had just come from a placement in a warring planet. Terra listened to the crunch of their footsteps as they made a loop. 

The planet had a rocky sand surface with little vegetation. A faraway sun started to rise on the horizon. On this planet, there was no beautiful sunrise instead the fiery light brought on a glow that felt more similar to stage lights found on Earth. Terra looked out to the black sky.

“Clandid, do you think that we will be finished soon?” Terra stopped walking.

Clandid stopped too. 

“Maybe, there’s something not right with the new software update. We may have to stay longer depending on Jamey’s ability to get it all done.” He turned to look at the horizon.

“Hmmm”, Terra shrugged. “Well, I thought it might be nice–”

“Shh!” Clandid said. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes.

Terra turned and followed his gaze. She didn’t dare ask what Clandid was looking at. She knew better than to break his concentration. He was a trained scout for a reason. Terra squinted her eyes to try and make out something in the distance. Clanded shifted his feet.  She noticed a tiny speck of light moving in the distance. Was that what Clandid saw? 

The speck increased in size. Quickly becoming a large dot and then a bright ball.

“Is that headed toward us?” Terra asked, a bit shocked.

Clandid swore. He tapped the arrow on his suit. “Colonel, this is C-4. We have a problem.”


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Promptober Day 3: Dirty

Pitter patter. Pitter patter went the rain against the glass window pane. Cheyenne leaned against the cold glass to try and see through the downpour.

“He’s not coming” Aunty Jane called from behind.

Cheyenne ignored her aunt’s words and wiped away a trailing tear. Her soft worn sweater felt comforting to her stinging eyes. She knew she shouldn’t cry but it was hard to contain her longing for Tevin to arrive. Her brother had left a fortnight ago to restock supplies badly needed on the homestead. But an extra week had passed and there was still no word from Tevin. Cheyenne hoped he was alright.

“Don’t suspect you like to knit.” Aunty said to her.

Cheyenne looked from the window. Her aunt sat bundled by the fire, knitting some shapely piece of clothing.

“I’d like to look just a bit longer Aunty,” Cheyenne said.

“He’ll never arrive.” Aunty said again.

As if to agree with the old woman’s words, the storm became increasingly harsh. The wind and rain beat against the  house. A harrowing sound for any traveller, thought Cheyenne. Lord let him be safe. Suddenly a loud knock shook the front door. Cheyenne jumped to her feet. Aunty following behind.

“Did someone knock?” Cheyenne asked.

“Open the door, young lady!” Aunty reared forward and swung the door wide. A disheveled dripping figure fell inside.

“Tevin!!” Cheyenne cried.

“Your shoes, son! You’ll get the whole house dirty!” Aunty held Tevin’s arms to support him from falling. He slumped to one side.  Cheyenne cupped Tevin’s face. Yes, it really was him!. His brown eyes still shown under the dark matted hair.

“Let’s bring you in”, Cheyenne said softly.

“Shoes!” Aunty shouted “the shoes will bring in–”

“The dirt.” Tevin finished. “Aunty, I heard you the first time.”

He stood up and shrugged off Aunty’s support. Cheyenne watched her brother and saw Tevin smirk at her before he shook off his shoes.

“You’re home!” Cheyenne said. Hoping those words would suffice. She had so much she wanted to say. She knew Tevin had so many stories she wanted to hear.

“Yes, I’m home”, Tevin smiled.

“And what a mess you’ve brought with you” Aunty barked from behind Tevin. She moved around the siblings closer to the fire. Cheyenne smiled sheepishly.

“We’re both so glad that you’re back”.” She gave Tevin a strong warm hug.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Amy Humphries on Unsplash

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Promptober Day 2: Lobby

Tabby turned into the hotel lobby. It was a large open expansive room that made one feel part of a gallery exhibit, expect you were the one on display. Everything in the room seemed too far apart. Chairs, desk, coffee tables, even the people stood at arms length. Tabby quietly tried to click her heels along the marble floor as she made her way to the front desk.

“How may I help you?” a bright, clean shaven man said to her.

“Umm, you see..” Tabby started to mumble.

An older couple being helped next to her glanced over. Tabby started to get embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed.

“You see, well, I, uh, need a toothbrush.” Tabby’s palms started to sweat.

“Of course, ma’am” the man said, turning to open a drawer.

Tabby glanced at the couple next to her. The old lady met her gaze with a warm smile. Tabby smiled back. Her held breath slowly released from her lungs. Life always seemed more complicated than it was. Sometimes even the small things wore against Tabby’s reserves. It was just part of growing up; she guessed. As the front desk worker handed her the plastic wrapped toothbrush, Tabby looked him in the eyes and smiled.

“Thank you very much” she said with confidence.


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Promptober Day 1: Peasant

“With feeling!” 

Madam Brown shouted again at the town choir. We all tried our hardest to sing the last chord “with feeling”. As practice ended for the afternoon, I grabbed Kelly’s hand and headed for the town square. We both had volunteered to sing for the Midsummer festival not realizing Madame Brown would be so taxing. 

I turned to Kelly, “Brown is really quite a handful.” 

Kelly smiled, “I think we all sound pretty good all things considered.”

I laughed, “Oh, you mean you don’t mind Sir Charles’s voice?”

We both giggled as we passed around the town fountain and different shops. Everyone was bustling around making preparations for the festival. Bright colored banners and new items in shop windows. A waft of baking bread hit our noses and filled our lungs. We simultaneously said,

 “Yummm!”

Laughing, we went up to the bakers storefront. From the open window, we could see the baker, his wife and three sons working hard. The baker noticed us goggling in the window.

“What can I get fer ya today, ladies?” 

Kelly and I looked at eachother sheepishly. Neither of us had any money. I started to form an excuse, turning the words over in my head.

“What? Yer here to taste test our new Midsummer bread?” the baker asked knowingly.

Kelly nodded “Yes sir, just only if it isn’t imposing.”

“Never, for pretty peasant girls like yourselves.” The baker said warmly.

He handed us two small loaves that fit in the palm of our hands. It was a circular loaf with a daisy flower decoration baked into the crust. We both bit into the bread.

“Yummm!” We cried in unison.

For the bread was filled with sweet strawberry jam. The baker laughed,

“You two are peas in a pod.” Kelly and I giggled. 

“Thank you ever so much sir Baker!” I said.

We turned from the shop and excitedly talked about the Midsummer festival.

“I can’t wait to sing,” Kelly said.

“With feeling!” I shouted, imitating Madame Brown.

We both doubled over laughing even more than before as we made our way home together.


I am following along with Bethany Bloggs‘s prompt list! You can find the full list here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CFwfyWlgRNd/. Be sure to let me know if you are also following the prompts! I would love to read your inspired pieces. Photo by Willian Justen de Vasconcellos on Unsplash

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