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Prompt: 003. appendectomy

1. They scheduled the appendectomy over her shouts that she’d already had her appendix removed.

A. They scheduled the appendectomy over her shouts that she’d had her appendix removed when she was a teenager. And when she tried to run away from them, they strapped her to the hospital bed to wait for the morning surgery.

They really wanted to cut her open, and she didn’t know why. It made her afraid of what they planned on doing to her.

If she could have, she would have escaped. But with her wrists and ankles strapped to the bed rails she was helpless to do anything but stare up at the ceiling and fret restlessly.


2. It was during a routine surgical procedure that they discovered the strangeness of his anatomy. Not just the reversed location of his heart and other organs, but the extra appendix and the strange bulbous growth attached to his ribcage.

A. It was during a routine surgical procedure that they discovered the strangeness of his anatomy. Not just the reversed location of his heart and other organs, but the extra appendix and the strange bulbous growth attached to his ribcage.

An appendectomy was performed immediately and the extra organ was dissected. There were pages and pages of lab work produced all highlighting the unknown hormone floating in his bloodstream.

From the way they looked at him, he began to feel that they wanted to dissect the rest of him next. There was a frightening avarice in their eyes, one that made him want to squirm with discomfort.

Every time they came at him for another test or blood draw, he repeated over and over again: “I do not give my permission to have my medical information published.”

He didn’t want to hold back scientific discovery, but he would prefer that he have some kind of veto on what was shared. Like he wasn’t too keen on scans of his genitals ending up in medical books with his name right next to them. He had a bit of dignity.


3. “I recognize the appendectomy scar. That’s Jamie. Oh god, that’s Jamie.”

A. “I recognize the appendectomy scar. That’s Jamie. Oh god, that’s Jamie.” She turned to bury her face into her oldest son’s chest. Her body shook with the force of her sobs and he wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his own tears wetting the top of her head.

“How… how did it happen?”


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Prompt: 002. stairs

1. Why are stairs and doors always louder when you’re creeping around at night?

A. Why are stairs and doors always louder when you’re creeping around at night? The last thing she wanted to do was wake anyone up, especially not the children. It would be a hassle trying to get them back to sleep and the two oldest had school in the morning.

B. Why are stairs and doors always louder when you’re creeping around at night? It was a question without an answer as he was busily sneaking through the house, gathering up any small valuables that he could find.


2. Staring up at what had to be eighty flights of stairs, he had a feeling that he was going to be late for his appointment.

A. Staring up at what had to be eighty flights of stairs, he had a feeling that he was going to be late for his appointment. He didn’t have any choice though; he needed to meet with Dr. Cavanaugh if he wanted to be included in the study.


3. It gave him a sense of pride when he realized that he’d finally saved enough money to replace the splintering stairs.

A. His wife had been complaining for months about the children getting splinters in their feet from the stairs. He finally gave in and arranged to have them repaired. Except it turned out to be more expensive than he expected. The HOA’s resident handyman had given him a reasonable seeming quote for replacing the stairs, and that was the last time things went as expected.

The next thing he knew, he was being told that he had foundation issues. There was a problem with one of the load bearing walls. There was mold growing inside the walls.

Everywhere he turned, there seemed to be more and more problems, and they became costlier by the day.

It was a nightmare.


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Prompt: 001. “I did it! I did it! he kept saying”

1. “I did it! I did it! he kept saying” was how the newspaper quoted him, which other news outlets took to be a typo and corrected to ‘”I did it! I did it!” he kept saying‘. When people saw the headline in the news–his confession–they began turning on him.

A. His family was dead, and some editor somewhere had changed his words into a confession.

The horror of that day still lingered–dizzy from whatever the EMT had injected him with, he could only repeat what the man had said. “I did it! I did it!” And at their looks he’d explained: “‘I did it! I did it!’ he kept saying. Over and over again. It was all he would say as he killed them. That madman murdered my family. And I couldn’t do anything to stop him.”–as did the effects of his follow-up breakdown.

He hadn’t been able to work, and not just because people had ceased to hire him.

He got anxiety attacks. His heart would suddenly begin pounding and his head would get floaty and feel like it was too large.

He’d thrown up a few times just from thinking about people looking at him. Judging him.

He was a nervous wreck. And he blamed the media.

They’d turned his worst day into the worst ten years of his life.


2. It was an amazing Olympic win for their country, only a little spoiled by the man that kept yelling “I did it! I did it!” as he waved his medal over his head.

A.  It was an amazing Olympic win for their country, only a little spoiled by the man that kept yelling “I did it! I did it!” as he waved his medal over his head.

Being such a small country, the athletes were welcomed home with a parade and a national holiday. It only seemed fair considering the honor they had brought to their people.


3. “I did it! I did it!” he kept saying with a disturbingly wide grin.

A. “I did it! I did it!” he kept saying with a disturbingly wide grin. Blood was smeared down the side of his neck and stained the front of his shirt and pants. His bare feet had left footprints all through the house.

Even as he was slammed into the ground and handcuffed, the grin didn’t leave. And by the time he was closed into the backseat of the patrol car, the grin was joined by a rusty sounding chuckle.

It was clear to see that he was proud of what he’d done, the depravities he had committed.


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Title: Morning Song
Author: Harper Kingsley
Character: Neil Halsted, the Guy in 2D, Ben Hodgins
Note: Fill for Shower Buddies prompt

Neil “before Zod” Halsted was 32 years old, single, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He lived in an old apartment building that had been renovated several times over the years, going from The Shining-chic to something a bit more classic comfort. All he cared was that his apartment–apartment 2C–was a rent controlled two bedroom, two bathroom palace that he was going to live in until he died. They would have to pry the door keys out of his cold, wrinkled hands as they hauled him out on a stretcher, because he was not leaving otherwise.

He had a fabulous apartment in the city, and his neighbors were great. He’d never met them, and that was what made them great. He’d never had to complain to anyone about noise or cockroaches or mysterious leaks, and no one had ever had to complain about him.

His life wasn’t perfect, but it was good. He lived close enough to where he worked that he didn’t have to rush around in the morning, and there were plenty of restaurants and grocery stores within walking distance. There was even a bus stop on the street out front of his building, so on wet days he didn’t have to tramp very far in the rain if he had to get somewhere on the other side of the city.

His job wasn’t what he’d dreamed of when he’d put himself through college, but it gave him a nice enough paycheck. With the money he saved on rent, he was able to turn the second bedroom into the walk-in closet he’d wanted ever since he saw episodes of “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous” and “MTV’s Cribs” as a teen. He was able to add to his wardrobe each month and still grow his savings account.

He had everything that he needed and a bit extra. He was even able to help out his parents when they needed it. Things were going good in his life.

And part of what made things pleasant was his morning shower. Where he stripped and stepped into the large stall and shared a song with the man whose shower was on the other side of the wall.

It had freaked him out the first time it happened. One minute he was singing alone, the next he was in chorus with the guy from 2D–who had a particularly pleasant baritone singing voice. And then it was kind of cool.

It became part of his routine. In the mornings as he lathered up, he’d sing along with his neighbor–songs he never would have shared with anyone else.

It was romantic, but in a nonsexual way. This was his singing buddy. This was his beautiful friend whose face he never wanted to see.

How horrible was that?

But he’d been hurt before. He’d fallen out of love with plenty of people when he got to see how they truly lived.

His step-sister had delighted in taking all of the magic out of his world when he’d been twelve years old. It was the one stark memory of his childhood that he maintained: that monstrous figure looming over him, spitting out poisoned words that burned into his brain. He’d thought she’d been demonically possessed.

Always so quiet and still, she’d leaped out of her chair and begun screaming out answers to every question he’d interrupted her with all night. Bulging eyes and raging mouth; he’d been completely terrified. And ever since then, his every bogeyman-moment was tied to that fear. (He wished he hadn’t posted his worst fear in his profile. It would have been better if he’d made something up.)

He couldn’t handle it if his singing buddy was horrible to look at. Not for any mean reason, but because he’d built up a fantasy in his head and he didn’t want to find out that the guy was the opposite of everything he’d expected. [B1-1] It would ruin the one good thing that he had.

Things hadn’t been going that great in his work life of late, ever since Ben Hodgins had joined the company. His happiness levels had gone way down. So there was something uplifting about starting each day with a song.

It felt good. It got him energized on even the most blah of days.

Starting the morning off with a song enabled him to keep his mind focused on work and not on how horrible his coworkers were. They were related to the owners, so he had to put up with their laziness and frequent absences while he did all the work. [B1-2] And if he didn’t start each day off with a cheery tune, he would have probably lost his shit dealing with them and all their baggage.

Having a shower singing buddy was a bright spot to his every day, one that he never wanted to lose. So even when he was feeling curious about the guy in 2D, he went out of his way to not run into him. Because if he lost the magic of his morning song, there was a good chance that he’d quickly lose his job as well. And without his job, he wouldn’t be able to pay his rent, which meant losing his fabulous apartment and having to move back in with his parents.

Neil was grateful that the guy in 2D had entered his life. But he never wanted to meet him and ruin the magic of what they had.

=The End=