Prompt Three - The Totally Most Awesome Summer Ever

Thought I'd post mine early so I can get it out of the way before classes start up. Also, I kinda hate myself for writing this. So enjoy. XP
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It was summer time now. So Krystal Rose Andriella Magnifica Livingstonhouse should have been really psyched. Usually in the summer she goes to the beach every day with her two bestest friends ever and then they drive around Wealthford Beach, Connecticut in her super awesome Lambo and then they visit their boyfriends and they totally do it all night because they only pick the sexiest guys to be their boyfriends. And then on weekends they always go to the hottest parties and dance the night away and get totally wasted!

But now Krystal was really sad. Because it was already summer and NOTHING good had happened yet. The weather had been really gross and rainy for THREE WHOLE DAYS and it was totally unfair because Krystal really wanted to go to the beach because her tan was already one shade lighter than it was last week. And even worse, her parents hadn't even given her her present yet! They told her this year they were going to give her a special present for the summer, they said it was cause she graduated highschool or something, and they had said that FIVE WHOLE DAYS ago and she hadn't seen it yet!

Then suddenly one morning she woke up and changed out of her favorite Ralph Lauren pajamas and she put on these really cute cutoff shorts and a bright yellow halter top from Nordstrom's that looked totally awesome against her flawless tanned skin. Oh and she has beautiful long, thick, silky, waist-length, naturally bleach-blond hair although she doesn't bleach it cause it just grows in that color all by itself. She also has big, gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes and a cute nose and big soft lips but they're not too big, just right. She's five-four so she's really short and she wishes she was tall like all the supermodels. And she has perfect big boobs that are totally sexy and natural, no implants or anything, but she's also really, really skinny. She's a size zero in jeans, so she's not fat, even though she has really big boobs and ass. Her friends always tell her she's just the perfect size! She was going downstairs and on her way she heard her dad yell out "Krystal, come down into the dining room, we have something to tell you." So she went there.

When she got where she was going she saw her mom and dad sitting in the dining room. "Sweetie we have something to tell you" said her mom. "So sit down and eat some breakfast while we tell you." Krystal sighed cause it was so unfair, this was already the worst summer ever and now her parents were actually making her eat! But then she felt hungry and she remembered she hadn't eaten anything since the tall blended mocha caramel macchiato hazelnut cinnamon latte from Starbucks she had two days ago, so she sat down and ate three whole bites of toast.

"Honey remember how I told you we would get you a special present this year?" Said her dad. "Well here it is. I have been working on it for the past few days so I'm sorry. But I was having our cleaning company go in and fix up our beach front house for you. So you and your two friends can go to the beach house all by yourselves and do whatever you want for two weeks. How does that sound?"

"OH.MY.GOD! THANK YOU MOMMY AND DADDY YOU'RE AWESOME!" Krystal yelled. She was totally psyched now! She jumped up and ran out of the room to go pack. She pulled out her Prada suitcase and filled it with all her Bebe and Ralph Lauren and all her other designer clothes and her Sephora makeup. Then she called her best friends and told them what was going on so they could get ready. They were both really psyched too.

One of her best friends was Julianna Lynnelanna Westmooreton. She was kinda tall at five-eight and had long thick chestnut brown hair that fell to just under her shoulder blades and sexy brown eyes. She had a really nice figure too, but she was a size one in jeans, but it totally wasn't a problem because of her height. And her other best friend was Candace Destinystar Grandworth. She was five-six so she was kinda short, but she was also a size zero like Krystal and she had thick, shiny red hair that curled just under her shoulders. She had sparkling green eyes and a good figure but she was also naturally really pale so she had to tan the most out of all of them.

So they all got picked up in Krystal's dad's limo and they went out to the beach house. It was totally beautiful and there were a ton of rooms and a huge pool and bar out back. As soon as the limo driver dude went away the girls all drove Krystal's Lambo into town and used their fake IDs to buy tons of alcohol to put in the bar! Then they went to the beach.

At the beach they spent all day looking hot and flirting with all the sexy boys that walked past them. And they also watched all the people zooming around the ocean in their really cool speedboats and wished they could do that too.

Then suddenly, "Hey!" said a boy. Krystal turned to look at him. He was tall and had beautiful tanned skin and a really buff chest and arms, and even a six-pack. His hair was dark brown and spiked up with a lot of gel, and he had ice-blue eyes. "Hey, said Krystal." They talked for a while. She found out his name was Justin and he was on vacation here too with some of his friends. He was also really loaded and he had ten billion dollars. She asked if he had a cool speedboat too. "Yeah, but I can't drive it right now cause it needs a new propeller," he said. "I have to go pick up a new pimped-out one tomorrow. Maybe you could come with me and afterwards we could hang out on the boat." "That sounds awesome!" Krystal said. I'm so excited!" And right after that Julianna and Candace found guys too and planned to spend the day with them.

So the next morning Justin picked her up in his Ferrari and they went to the propeller store. They went in and the girl at the counter brought out a big box. Justin opened it and Krystal saw a shiny, golden propeller. "Oh wow! A solid gold propeller! You are sooooo sexy!" she said and she hugged Justin. "Um no miss, that's bronze," said the counter girl. Krystal's jaw dropped. "Why isn't it GOLD, Justin? It's NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" "Ok, calm down babe," said Justin. "I'll buy a solid gold one for you because you're so beautiful." Krystal smiled. "Um sir I can order you a solid gold one if you really want but it will take about a week to get here." Justin started doing all this boring paperwork stuff so Krystal went outside and listened to her Ipod.

While she was out there a guy was walking past. He was about five-eight and was kinda tan, but not as much as Justin. He had a really hot face and nice light brown hair bleached at the tips, but he wasn't that buff and he definitely didn't have good pecs. He went over and introduced himself as Jason and said he wAS ON VACATION TOo. He was kinda rich cause he had five billion dollars. He asked what she was doing later and she said she was hanging out with her boyfriend. Then he invited them to his party on Saturday and she said they might be there.

So then she and Justin went driving around in his Ferrari and afterwards they went back to his beach front house and got totally drunk. Then they did it in his Ferrari and it was really sexy. Justin said it was the best sex ever.

The next few days Krystal spent time hanging out with Justin, Candace and Julianna and their new boyfriends. They all had an awesome time at the beach and they went drinking every night. Then it was Saturday and they all decided to go to Jason's party. But then Justin suddenly couldn't go cause he had to go pick up the new propeller! Krystal was kinda sad but her friends promised they would all have a great time. So she went and she started dancing with Jason. He was an awesome dancer and they were both drunk and having a good time so they went upstairs to his bedroom and they did it. Krystal felt kinda bad about it especially because he wasn't as good as Justin but he was just so nice she really didn't want to be rude and say no.

So the next week was kinda hard for Krystal and she was bummed about that because she wanted to have an awesome vacation. Justin got his propeller and they had an awesome time going really fast around the lake with his new blingin' solid gold propeller. But she didn't know whether she wanted Justin or Jason more. Justin was really fucking gorgeous and had ten billion dollars but he had almost bought a BRONZE propeller instead of a gold one, but Jason was kinda hot and only had five billion dollars but was super nice. Krystal knew this would be the biggest decision of her life. So she went and got her nails done while she decided. Then when her nails were dry she texted Julianna and Candace on her pink cellphone studded with diamonds to tell them who she chose.

That night was their last night at the beach house and they were also throwing the biggest bash of the summer. All the coolest and sexiest people in town were there and everybody was drinking, dancing and having a fantastic time. But she knew it was time to make her decision. She went out to the middle of the dance floor and had the DJ stop the music. "Attention everyone, I have an announcement to make," she said. "I choose... JUSTIN!" Justin came forward and they kissed with lots of tongue and it looked really beautiful and sexy. Krystal just knew in her heart that he was different from all the others and they would get married and have lots of babies and be happy forever. So it was totally the most awesome summer ever.

THE END!

Prompt #2 - 120 Days. (Excuse tardiness. =( )

Despite his wishes to the contrary, the fat man was being slowly lowered into the earth from whence he came. He had seen his share of trouble, and had whiled away plenty of his life in prisons, but he could not say that his life was wasted. It was, in fact... rather fulfilling. Most of the world despised him. And maybe that's why he was not being cremated at present. His body stopped at six feet under, but he felt himself sink, sink, sink deep into the ground. The fat man saw decades and centuries go by before his eyes. He witnessed the world sink further into depravity. Perversion and radical sexualities – things unheard of in his time – became the standard of living. Any horrifying fetish one could imagine had its own locale to perform such acts. He saw it all.

By the time he truly realized what was happening – his eternal soul moving about without him even willing it, he was in an empty room. It was all white. Nothingness.

“Hello.”

He quickly turned about to find the origin of the voice. Behind him, a hairless being, completely nude. Androgynous. Its flesh had a pallor. The skin of a dead man. Its eyes were great and wide and piercing. The devil? He knew he must be in hell. It motioned to its left, where the fat man noted a door which had not been so before. Rather nervously, he opened it, the hairless being standing behind him.

In the next room, again, it was simply white, save two people – beautiful people – in the middle. Fucking. Wildly. The fat man had no expression, clearly having been steeled by his own experiences in life. Noticing the fat man's unaffected air, the hairless being motioned again, a second door appearing on the wall beside him. As if compelled, the fat man went through, unthinkingly.

Through this door, a pair of men, one gripping the other by the mouth as he penetrated him. They were muscled, but not terribly attractive. The man on top was unshaven and looked to be a derelict. The one on the bottom was thrashing about, sour sweat pouring down his chest. The fat man did naught but bat an eye. As the bottom man let out a series of animal grunts, the hairless being motioned again, and the fat man was in another room.

The fat man gasped; something had finally breached his calm exterior. In the center of the room, a man in his sixties. A bishop – still wearing the hat. He had aged poorly, his wrinkled flesh hanging off his gaunt structure, his hair white. Before the bishop a girl of not more than thirteen, her lips wrapped around him. Behind him, a boy of twelve playing with him. A wide, terrible grin stretched out on the face of the hairless being. The number in the room multiplied several fold.

Now there dozens, some fucking, some sucking. Shit smeared on the ground, children and crones alike engaging in acts more terrible than imaginable. Some beating others, no implement blunt or sharp gone unused. The fat man put a hand to his mouth, his eyes went wide. Everybody suddenly stopped in the same instant. They turned to the fat man with empty eyes and beckoned to him. Simultaneously, in voices sweet and wretched. “Come.”

The fat man felt pulled by some unknown force. As if nothing could ever prevent him from joining their orgy. Before his feet brought him fully there, he took a deep breath.

“Come, Marquis, come.”

His arms, working by themselves, stripped every article from his body.

“Come, de Sade, you are in heaven.”

The Marquis grinned joyously as he joined them.

PROMPT THREE

Here's one of my absolute favorite exercises:

Write a bad story.

DUE: Wednesday, September 10, 11:59 PM.

Prompt #2 - Where I Found Myself Not Too Long Ago

My original ideas for this prompt were completely different than what you see here. The harder I tried to write out my Plan A material, the more boring and lame it got. So here's what I finally came up with.

I pass by a window on my way to the bedroom, but I refuse to let myself even look at it. I know all too well that the sky beyond it is bottomless cornflower-blue, and the rich green leaves on the tree whose branches form a perfect cradling arc over the house across the street are like an army of flags waving on a hill, enticing me over to greet them. Best to avoid temptation, as there's still work to be done.

The shades on the bedroom windows have been drawn since yesterday afternoon, when the setting sun glared through them and made it almost impossible for me to see the words in my book. Resisting the urge to yank them up, I cross over to the stereo and press the power button. The room instantly fills with music; something in the pit of my stomach slackens, like a knot unraveling that I didn't even know had been tied.

I pick up the dustcloth and set to work, allowing myself to get swept into the rhythm. I keep a steady pace around the room by counting out the beat, swishing the cloth over the furniture as though each motion were a step in a dance. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight is the headboard; two-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight is the nightstand. Soon, I'm back where I started, and I trade the dustcloth for the broom. I imagine the floorboards are the keys of a giant piano and the bristles of my broom are thousands of spindly fingers, and I compose a silent melody.

Before long, I've finished with the whole room, and it's finally time to enjoy that delicious-looking day outside. I put away the cleaning supplies and switch off the stereo -- but the music doesn't stop.

The summer breeze whispers through the trees lining the street, creating a cadence of rustling leaves that flows around me as I walk. My feet, clad in last year's fraying flip-flops, scuff haltingly along the sidewalk, picking their way over the lumps where tree roots have protested being paved over. Somewhere nearby, a cicada hums to himself. I am not completely alone -- I pass a jogging woman and an elderly couple out for a stroll, each of which smile and nod to me, and I return the favor.

Even if I had met no one, I would not consider myself alone. The events of the day before yesterday, when my friends and I gathered to drive to the same old places and eat junk food and generally do nothing much at all, stream incessantly through my head. Each burst of laughter, each sarcastic comment, each impromptu critique of the newest song to blast through the car speakers seems as vivid as if it had happened mere seconds ago. I smile to myself.

I reach the park. A wide swath of grass stretches before me, framed by gnarled trees on three sides and a moderately busy road on the fourth. I cross the road and make my way across the grass, hunkering down on the far side of a rock so that I can see a bit of each. I almost open my book, but I simply sit for a moment, my fingers splayed over the spine.

I've never been a very pious person, but, I suddenly find myself thinking, if there is a Heaven out there somewhere, I hope it's not much different than this.

PROMPT TWO: Heaven

Due to religious differences, we as a species have varied perceptions of just what “Heaven” will be like. For this prompt, write a short story of an ideal “Heaven,” either for you or your character. If you do not believe in any kind of after life, then please feel free to write about the resulting nonexistence.

Due Date: August 30TH, 11:59 p.m.

PROMPT ONE: JAIL

Non/Fiction

Write about someone you'd like to see going to jail. This can either be from anybody's point of view, really.