I never know what to write for this type of thing... But! I gave it a try just the same: I Quit

-Sabrina

*raises hand*

I finished my response! It's kinda lame, but it's done.

@NightBeck:

That's be stellar,

I see what you mean by the quotes though

I can not even dream up anything to write about these topics.
I either do not understand what they are asking or I have never done something like that.

It gives me an idea though. In class we would always do these SAT and HSAP prompts. The would get your head going with ideas.
They teacher would give you a general question but there would be a lot of parts to it.
I remember the one that was on the HSAP test.
It was something along the lines of
"What is your most favorable memory and why do you choose this memory over others. Explain the events that happened during this event"

ooo i want to do start doing these.. xD
Can I?

@NightBeck:

Hey, I love stuff like this. =D

And I don't know. Maybe I'll finish the story out. I was surprised myself when I wrote it. I didn't expect it to be so.. intriguing. Haha.

@SomeGuy:

I should have left it out. I wasn't going to say anything about him being a vampire originally.. But I did anyways. Damn me for thinking wrong again.

XD

A'ight, just finished mine. Went way longer than what's usual here, but I figured I'd try an off-the-cuff this week.

Hope this isn't too ridiculous for everyone here.

@SomeGuy:

Oh damn, I totally meant to write rocket pack, and not rocket launchers. My bad for not giving it a good go-over. Glad you liked it though.

I actually toned it down from my original idea. When I read that first sentence, I just imagined a guy exploding outside an office building as a result of some scientific invention/anomaly, and people being really nonchalant about it. But then I decided to have the guy live, and add a goofy pick up line to boot. The rest was really just all off the top of my head.

So glad you liked it though. :D

@Kimmeh:

I'm still trying to decide whether to think of Damon as "just a kid who happens to be a vampire" or "a really evil sunuva who pretends to be a normal kid" (though I'm leaning more towards the latter than not). It's not something you needed to explain, though, so I'm fine with that.

I felt a little bit of a disconnect at the "That's right; fangs. Damon was a vampire..." bit, and am wondering how the story might have read without it. I think without it a reader would still be able to piece together that he was a vampire without it being stated outright like that. Mostly, though, it was the "That's right; fangs" part that took me out because stylistically you suddenly went from an invisible narrator to an actual voice speaking directly to the reader.

That was the only part that kinda felt off; everything else was great and you've got me curious as to what kind of vampire mythology you had in mind for this particular story world.

@red tigress:

Ahhh Red, you and your twisted imagination . . .

Your universe felt very lived in, y'know? Like nothing was out of the ordinary, and people were used to all the neat, big details. I'm glad you didn't go into any unnecessary exposition about the world like when robots had first come around or how they were common to see everywhere. Instead, you just knew that that's how it was from what people said about them.

Only thing that irked me was that "rocket launchers" and "rocket packs" are two fairly different things, and using one word to describe the other muddles things up a little. Other than that, I was amused.

Are we supposed to post them here? I wasn't sure.. If not, I'll move it later. Just let me know. :D I chose the Nurse's Office one too.

Damon’s mind wandered as he thought of an explanation for his rather sudden predicament in the cafeteria. He fainted in front of the entire student body; how could he allow himself to do such a thing? Now he had to come up with a good excuse to get out of an examination by the school nurse. If he didn’t, his secret would be out. And that, for his kind anyway, is against the code of law. Seconds later, as if fate were trying to get him caught, the nurse strolled in through the doorway.

“Damon Starlit. How are you feeling? I was just informed of your rather unfortunate fall in the cafeteria.” She had already grabbed one of those extra big Popsicle sticks that nurses tend to shove as far down your throat as they possibly can without making you actually vomit. This was the point of time that Damon really started to wig out. He couldn’t let her anywhere near his mouth. She would see his…

“No! Please, I have a terrible gag-reflex. If you stick that thing in my mouth, I’ll leave my lunch all over the ground for you to clean up afterwards.”

She gave him a rather peculiar look, but without another word, she casually set the stick back down on the countertop and instead picked up a thermometer.

“Then here, put this under your tongue and don’t move it until I say so.”

Easy enough, thought Damon, as long as she didn’t see his fangs. That’s right; fangs. Damon was a vampire, and today was the closest he’s ever gotten to being discovered, all because he forgot to grab his lunch out of his locker! Lost in thought, he jumped a little when the thermometer began to beep.

“It’s done hun. Here, hand it to me.” She took the thing from his hand and studied it briefly. “Hm, you aren’t running a fever, and you don’t appear to be anymore pale then you usually are… Do you have any type of disorder we should be aware of? Do you have high blood pressure?”

Damon laughed silently in his mind; if only she knew the real reason why he had fainted. Oh, it had to do something with blood alright, but not his own blood.

“No, I’ll be fine. I just need to go grab my lunch out of my locker. I think I’m just overly hungry is all. Do you mind if I go now to get it? I promise I’m fine.”

She eyed him for a few seconds, and then sighed. Obviously she wasn’t going to get him to spill anything about the truth. “Yes, yes. That’s fine. You just be sure to take it easy. And here’s a pass so you can have a little extra time at lunch. Don’t eat too fast! You’ll only make it worse.”

“Sure. Thanks again.” Damon waved behind him as he left the Nurse’s Office. As soon as he knew he was far enough away for anyone to hear, he let out a laugh he had been holding in for a while now. Fangs protruding, Damon quickly made his way to the now vacant cafeteria. He was starved.

I propose we post the stuff here, so that it's all in one place. But that's me. Here's mind, as a response to the first prompt. Because I liked that best:

Greg Lampan filed away some papers in his cabinet and hung his lab coat up for the day on the hook in his cubicle. Dimly he heard an explosion behind him, and shouts about fire coming from inside one of the glass-enclosed labs. He didn’t even bother turning around. This kind of thing was normal for the Paranormal and Ungainly But Scientifically Appeasing Experimentations Bureau, or PUBSAEB.

He whistled a tuneless song as he walked down the hall way. A man who’s eyebrows were smoking ran past him going the other direction. “Have a nice weekend, Stew,” he called, waving his hand in the air that wasn’t carrying his briefcase. He reached the end of the hallway with two elevator shafts. Greg pressed the up button and waited patiently. About 30 seconds later, the elevator dinged and he stepped on. There was a three-foot tall white robot with huge black almond shaped eyes carrying a stack of papers, which was a rather impressive feat considering it had orbs for hands.

“Good afternoon, Officer Lampman. Going home for the evening?” it said in a somewhat husky but light voice. It spoke with a tone that was somewhat inquisitive, but also suggested it didn’t care one way or the other. Greg had always hated that about the ’06 models.

“He nodded. Sure am, Tao. You stuck here for the weekend?” Greg knew that there was a robot convention in town, which many of PUBS’ androids had been hoping to attend with the goal of meeting some female androids, since it was company policy to only make male ones. Tao, or “The Awesomest One”, as his creator had named him (Bill wasn’t too good with names) seemed to have weekend duty, which for androids entailed filing things and usually cleaning burn marks off the walls.

Tao nodded at Greg’s question, but seemed too depressed to answer, if a robot could indeed feel depression. Most of PUBS’ robots could, though.

The elevator dinged again at the lobby. Both Tao and Greg got off, Tao rolling along on his wheeled feet. Greg then saw his traveling companion, Warren, waiting for him at the other side of the lobby. “Don’t work too hard, Tao!” he waved and hustled over to his friend. An electronic groan sounded from behind him.

Warren was shorter than Greg, and somewhat chubby with huge glasses. “Hey, Greg!” he said, slapping Greg on the back. “I was thinking we could hit the Singing Sakura tonight, what do you say?” The Singing Sakura was misnomer, as there was in fact no singing, and no Japanese people. It was a Chinese Restaurant and Bar that had been bought by a Turkish couple who at the time at thought that East Asian food “all came from the same place”. Since they had spent a lot of money on the signs and logos by the time they did find out, they didn’t bother to change it. Warren had been hitting on a hot Slovakian waitress there for some time now, and in the interest of preserving his dignity had not asked her out and as far as Greg knew, still had no plans to.

But he liked the place, so he said “Sure,” knowing that he would have to try and keep a straight face when Warren started using lines like “I know I don’t look like much now, but I’m drinking milk. And it’s fat-free to boot!” right before he ordered a chocolatini.

As Greg and Warren stepped outside, a shattering noise was heard behind them. Knowing that meant someone had broken a window more often than not (why PUBS continued to pay for glass enclosures was beyond him), he grabbed Warren and moved him directly sideways out of the path of falling glass. A man wearing a rocket launcher had burst forth and was now trying to control it around the structures of the office park. People were also beginning to leave the bank building to the right of PUBS, and the law firm to the left, so there was no shortage of pointing fingers and some screaming from the people who were not used to this sort of activity on an hourly basis.

Without warning, the rocket pack exploded, but luckily the pilot’s fall was broken by some steal beams that covered a fountain which seemed to serve as modern art for the office park. There was some more screaming but then the pilot who Greg realized was Gary Seamore, a man who basically built everything he invented with large amounts of combustibles, emerged from the fountain with two thumbs up. He yelled back up into the 9th story window which he had come crashing out of, now occupied by many heads looking anxiously down.

"I was always expecting it to happen. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon... and in such a public place!"

“Should…should we call an ambulance?” a woman from the law firm asked anxiously. Gary turned to look at her and noticing her beauty winked and instead said “Only if you’re gonna be my nurse, babe.” The woman looked shocked but Warren just yelled

“That’s the way, you stud!” pumping the air in triumph. He got more thumbs up in return.

Greg sighed, glad it was the weekend.