#12 Vault100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #12#12 Vault by ~C1aft0n
He broke through the surface, gasping for air. Twitch was already pulling herself out onto the bank, coughing violently. Adon waded toward her, noticing for the first time he was bare foot. The mud having sucked his shoes away from him.
Twitch hauled herself up and turned to find him. She flashed him a white smile that stood out against her mud coated skin and Adon felt a tingling in his stomach that had nothing to do with the questionable gunk he had just stepped in. Her ball gown hung limply from her, the tons of mud weighing it down, she, too, had no shoes and her perfect bun now resembled a rats
Mechanic (Not Finished...)Jethro pulled himself out from under the machine. Wiping his oil drenched hands off on his pants he sat up and leaned against the metallic exterior. Everything seemed to be in order, the filters were clean, oil changed, the engine was brand new and the gears were more lubricated than his grandfather's beard.Mechanic (Not Finished...) by ~C1aft0n
He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a thin trail of grease. In his mind he ran over scenario after scenario searching for anything that could have caused the aircraft to collapse.
“Puzzling like this won’t do you any good, boy.” His grandfather slouched in the doorway, his fingers locked around a
Bris and AdonBris frowned at him.Bris and Adon by ~C1aft0n
“What?” Adon said, defensively crossing his arms, “he’s so full of it.”
“And you’re not.”
“He’s not just full of it,” Adon continued ignoring her, “he’s bursting with it, exploding, gushing forth, brimming, teeming...” he fell short, having ran out of words and instead vented his emotion by kicking a stone.
Bris paused then threw back her head and laughed.
"That’s nice." Adon growled, turning to leave.
“Wait,” Bris grabbed his arm, “I’m sorry, it’s just. You are so alike-”
Adon’s glare turned
#69 Rain100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #69#69 Rain by ~C1aft0n
A storm's coming. It was my one clear thought as I broke my way through the thick vines. Moisture hung thick in the still air and the surrounding jungle expelled an eerie silence. A few drops of rain from the dark clouds began to fall, joining the sweat that clung to my dark skin. A low rumbling echoed through the forest snapping me out of my almost drowsy state. Reminding me that this was no ordinary storm.
I started to run. My bare feet sinking into the damp ground. Excitement urged me on, slowly diminishing my wary knowledge that there was more to come.
A large flash of lightning and the