#25 Shatter100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #25#25 Shatter by ~C1aft0n
Gwen scanned the room. It was small and simple. A cot on the floor with a wash table but on the opposite wall a full length mirror stood. Gwen caught her breath and as though in a trance she walked towards it until her breath fogged the smooth surface. She stared at the person who was being reflected back at her. The person with the same dark curls and freckled skin. The person who shared her broad shoulders and muscular build. The woman who couldn’t possibly be her. She didn’t have that cold of a gaze. And those scars...
Gwen traced the raised lines that ran across her face. Her heart thudded against her ribcage as her finger ended the trail on the bridge of her nose. She slowly brought it forward, into focus. She took in the blood caked in her fingernails. Blood that wasn’t hers. The room began to spin and she sank to the ground.
She yearned for the Gwen she remembered. The girl with the dancing green eyes. The l
#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 nest. He couldn’t help thinking she was beautiful.
“Are you coming out or have you decided to move in with the pigs?” Twitch asked, beginning an attempt to ring out her dress.
Adon used a nearby vine and pulled himself out.
Twitch looked up and wrinkled her nose, “the way you smell you’ll fit right in.”
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 grimey bottle.
“It’s better than waiting for it to work itself out.” Jethro shot back as he pulled himself up and walked to a small table that was covered in various tools and papers. He leafed through the pages of a notebook apparently oblivious to his grandfather’s disapproving grunt.
“This obsession of yours,”