Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #9

Writing prompts to kick start your muse.

Would that be physically or mentally? Or would this be matters of the heart? Why does he plan to hurt her? Does he even know he will? With what tools will he use? Will she suffer through it? Survive? Succumb? Retaliate and return the favor?

Share your ideas and/or post your creations, even if it’s just a line or two. I’d love to hear them.

12 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #9

  1. LOL I’m not in a writing mode this morning. The first thing that came to mind was the dentist!


  2. jbrayweber says:

    Haha! That’s terrifying!

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    Like many men of his persuasion, he had a gleaming smile and disarmingly bright eyes.
    “Just sit back and I’ll make some adjustments to your seat,” he said, as though that should be comforting.
    Her body quaked with apprehension — yes, she’d been here before…and yes, this was going to hurt.
    No way around it, however.
    Her dental hygienist had spotted the cavity last week in the routine cleaning… and now it had to be filled.
    As handsome as this dentist was, he could do nothing to eliminate the pain that would start with the injection of that needle.


  4. jbrayweber says:

    Well, it’s better to have a handsome dentist rooting around in her mouth than one less pleasing to look at, I suppose. LOL!

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  5. jeff7salter says:

    dentistry is on my mind because I just had three fillings on Monday morning this week.


  6. jbrayweber says:

    I had a filling last week! Freaky!

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  7. jeff7salter says:

    uh oh… I see Susan Matthews already beat me to the dental imagery


  8. jbrayweber says:

    It must be theme week!


  9. pibarrington says:

    Only it wasn’t her that was going to suffer. Those big brown guileless eyes were going to scream along with his lungs and after that, well, it was all up to him.
    “Play that one,” she whispered into his ear as she passed by, barely noticeable, like wind between the leaves of trees.
    He turned instantly and walked toward another one-armed bandit as if the sweet voice was a military order barked out by a senior officer. He lost and lost and lost again, frowning deeper each time until the frown finally reached his eyes. He inhaled one last time and looked at the $100 credit on the machine.
    “Come on baby,” he said in a whisper loud enough for her to hear. “Luck, be a lady tonight,”
    The horrifying scream could be heard throughout the Netherlands, causing the other hellish residents to shiver. She rushed to his shoulder, eyeing the bandit as the sevens lined up making the machine to ring out in coins and announcing a super-winner.
    “Noo! Nooo…!” she wailed again, dragging the syllable out in pain. It wasn’t him who was in red-nailed pain, it was her, screaming with it, clutching her fist so hard, her palms bled. How did he know the passphrase? How did he know when to use it? The last images she saw before descending into hell for the next 24 hours were white wings and a charming smile.
    “Nooo! I never lose! I always win! Nooo…” Her voice faded as she was swept downward into the red darkness.
    “Told ya'” the angelic voice over his shoulder. “Maybe she’ll look before she leaps over the precipice. Come on. It’s time to cash in and head toward the buffet.”


  10. jbrayweber says:

    What a fun spin (pun intended) on this prompt, Patti. Love it.


  11. pibarrington says:

    Please excuse the grammar & misspellings. I always get excited when I think of visiting Vegas…

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  12. Will Graham says:

    “DON’T make me do this,” The Pistol said. “I don’t care if it IS after 1am, I want my Black and White Cookies and I want them now! If you don’t….well, *I* cannot be responsible for will happen to you….”

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