Writing Prompt

It boiled and bubbled

Like a sickly wolf, it doubled

Bent over itself as it crawled to me

Eager to stain my dress; to sting me like a bee

And my dress, not seeing the danger

Soaked it up. What a sticky, little stranger

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(Ugh. Drama. School. Stupid people. Funny people. New friends. Awful mind. More romance drama. Blah blah ...

The gown was white.

And the blood?

Purple.

I look to my to-be wife, Lilly, her eyes distraught as an arrow sticks from her chest. I see them change shades as she clutches her chest in pain. Tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

What the fuck was she?

“Baby?” I hear her silky voice say.

I look up from her wound to see one of her hands raised out to me.

“Baby.” She says again. “It’s not what yo...

I though she was my wife. I’m so distraught, what do I do now. Everyone’s staring at me like I know or worse, I’m like her. “No, stop I swear I didn’t know I thought she was like us.” “You married a godamn alien.” Even my own friends? I have to run, they’ll kill me if I don’t. I need to run as fast I can no thoughts of looking back. I hear their footsteps getting closer and closer and “AAHH!”

...

Purple? That can't be. I rub my eyes and look again. Her gown sops up the spilled wine splashed across the hotel’s furry white rug, turning from the shining ivory to a sickening purple.

I sit up slowly and feel my spine find its natural shape again. For a luxury sweet, the furniture is shit to sleep on. I can’t imagine how Em is going to feel when she finally regains consciousness. I rub my hand...

“Guys! I’ve got a lead,” Waylon shouted, a smile gleaming on his freckled face. “The gown was white. And the blood? Purple.”

Zada looked lost in thought. “She’s a Distraught Damsel.”

“Yes, and I’m guessing innocent as well. The Western Warlock must’ve changed her. She seemed scared and confused.”

Distraught Damsels were once human woman, turned to nocturnal beauties meant to lure nighttime hunters...

Her eyes never breaking contact with mine, the vamp sucked the violet drop of blood from her thumb. As a were, I could scent the hemerythrin pumping through veins. But better safe than sorry, I always say. Working security for Club Slither was a piece of cake. Literally. Redfern always bought a dessert tray for the staff. A little something to distract us from the vamps’ feeding frenzy. Mainly, my...

The gown was white. And the blood?

Purple.

The gown wasn't on though.

The blood, not actually purple.

It was just the radiant glow of the moonlight through the purple tinted windows that colored the blood that purple color.

The gown was put in such a strange situation, on the floor...

Soft whimpers, teetering, wet slapping....

The only words muttered in the room was desperate cursing and slutty pe...

She danced in her dress, her bridal gown designer and new, her borrowed tiara and necklace blue. Her old ways igniting the mood of the room, but she had a secret, up in her room was the body of an ex lover, battered and bruised.

He was a terrible man, tried to ruin her day, acting the fool.

The gown was white. And the blood? Purple. How could this be? It’s because she dyed it with blackcurrant...

I was having a wonderful ceremony when the bouquet suddenly exploded.

It took me a few moments to realise what had happened, and in that time I felt nothing but fury.

Faries had infiltrated my flower arrangement, possibly with the intention of ruining today.

I can see a few of them now, hovering around my soon-to-be husband. His eyes turn milky white; farie magic.

The dregs of my carefully pic...