Short Story: Prompted
This short story was prompted by three things, but not all taken exactly.
What is the opposite of a kiss?
Breakfast dates.
Start with a word randomly selected from the dictionary.
-Waffle House-
"I know!" He yelled.
"If you'd known you wouldn't have gone in there, you idiot!" She yelled back.
"Oi, guys, can you two bring it down a notch. My parents are still upstairs." Miles pleaded.
Stephan, Avery and Miles along with two dogs and a cat were hanging out in the basement of Miles's parents house. Aside from it being 2 am. and the fact that they were all hyped up on soda's and pizza it had been a relatively smooth night so far. Now all Miles could think about was how the next time they all got together he was making sure he brought caffeine free drinks.
Stephan and Avery were hashing each other out in loud whispers while Miles was nodding off on the couch surrounded by his three pets.
He decided to leave them to it, they'd both crash in the next fifteen minutes or so. At least Avery would, she'd been up since 6 yesterday morning. Stephan on the other hand had eaten so much pizza it was a wonder he hadn't made himself sick.
Yet, there they were. Three friends, two siblings, and one really annoying argument that had been going on for the past half hour.
Maybe Waffle House will be open. Miles wondered.
"Hey... Hey!" Miles said louder than he intended, but as the two bickering kid equivalents wouldn't stop talking he was willing to try it.
"Anybody want to go for breakfast?"
Unfortunately, despite Miles desperate hopes, the two continued bickering most of the drive to Waffle House. At the last red light before reaching it, Avery had turned around in her seat to drive a final point home while Miles rested his head on the steering wheel hoping that maybe by some stray luck there'd be some kind of two-thiry am. deal for defeated brothers.
"Oh my word..." Miles muttered, the arguing had risen to normal volume levels again.
"WILL YOU TWO JUST SHUT UP!"
As if by command, the two passengers fell deathly silent, the light turned green, and Miles eased the car into the Waffle House parking lot.
"If I hear you two arguing inside, I'm not paying."
"But I'm broke." Stephan said.
"I didn't bring my wallet." Avery added desperately.
"So don't argue." Miles threatened.
If you could call breakfast a nervous and stressful affair while pouring syrup on your pancakes, then that's what this was.
Three cups of coffee and four pancakes later, Miles felt sufficiently full and caffeine induced alertness. Avery had eaten two full plates of hashbrowns along with two cups of coffee, though she looked like she was ready to fall over from lack of sleep. Stephan had eaten so many eggs on toast that it wasn't even funny.
Paying the bill at the counter, and guiding his sister by the arm back to the car, Miles took the two overgrown kids on a reasonably slow drive back to their house.
By the time Miles had parked the car in the driveway, Stephan was in a near stupor caused by an over consumption of food, and Avery had fallen asleep the moment she sat in the car. She'd actually fallen over completely about two minutes out, but as it was now almost four in the morning and Miles was a third-shift worker most of the week, he'd taken it slow and careful.
Getting the two out of the car was more of a challenge.
Stephan, it was just a matter of telling him that there was a couch inside with some pillows. He'd sleep on anything so long as he had a pillow.
Avery was out. So much so that even after confirming she was in fact not in a coma, Miles still had to carry her into the house.
Working a ten hour shift, then staying awake for almost 24 hours can do that.
Miles just hoped that she'd have some normal sleeping hours before the weekend was over.
Locking the car and standing outside on the front porch for a short bit before going inside, Miles took in the silence of the neighborhood. Almost four thirty in the morning, and not a soul in sight. Sitting on the porch steps Miles decided to just listen.
He'd had almost nothing but noise since he'd woken up yesterday at about eleven.
Even so.
He didn't quite know what to do with himself without having to listen to the other two.
Prompted is ©Mae Fort
What is the opposite of a kiss?
Breakfast dates.
Start with a word randomly selected from the dictionary.
-Waffle House-
"I know!" He yelled.
"If you'd known you wouldn't have gone in there, you idiot!" She yelled back.
"Oi, guys, can you two bring it down a notch. My parents are still upstairs." Miles pleaded.
Stephan, Avery and Miles along with two dogs and a cat were hanging out in the basement of Miles's parents house. Aside from it being 2 am. and the fact that they were all hyped up on soda's and pizza it had been a relatively smooth night so far. Now all Miles could think about was how the next time they all got together he was making sure he brought caffeine free drinks.
Stephan and Avery were hashing each other out in loud whispers while Miles was nodding off on the couch surrounded by his three pets.
He decided to leave them to it, they'd both crash in the next fifteen minutes or so. At least Avery would, she'd been up since 6 yesterday morning. Stephan on the other hand had eaten so much pizza it was a wonder he hadn't made himself sick.
Yet, there they were. Three friends, two siblings, and one really annoying argument that had been going on for the past half hour.
Maybe Waffle House will be open. Miles wondered.
"Hey... Hey!" Miles said louder than he intended, but as the two bickering kid equivalents wouldn't stop talking he was willing to try it.
"Anybody want to go for breakfast?"
Unfortunately, despite Miles desperate hopes, the two continued bickering most of the drive to Waffle House. At the last red light before reaching it, Avery had turned around in her seat to drive a final point home while Miles rested his head on the steering wheel hoping that maybe by some stray luck there'd be some kind of two-thiry am. deal for defeated brothers.
"Oh my word..." Miles muttered, the arguing had risen to normal volume levels again.
"WILL YOU TWO JUST SHUT UP!"
As if by command, the two passengers fell deathly silent, the light turned green, and Miles eased the car into the Waffle House parking lot.
"If I hear you two arguing inside, I'm not paying."
"But I'm broke." Stephan said.
"I didn't bring my wallet." Avery added desperately.
"So don't argue." Miles threatened.
If you could call breakfast a nervous and stressful affair while pouring syrup on your pancakes, then that's what this was.
Three cups of coffee and four pancakes later, Miles felt sufficiently full and caffeine induced alertness. Avery had eaten two full plates of hashbrowns along with two cups of coffee, though she looked like she was ready to fall over from lack of sleep. Stephan had eaten so many eggs on toast that it wasn't even funny.
Paying the bill at the counter, and guiding his sister by the arm back to the car, Miles took the two overgrown kids on a reasonably slow drive back to their house.
By the time Miles had parked the car in the driveway, Stephan was in a near stupor caused by an over consumption of food, and Avery had fallen asleep the moment she sat in the car. She'd actually fallen over completely about two minutes out, but as it was now almost four in the morning and Miles was a third-shift worker most of the week, he'd taken it slow and careful.
Getting the two out of the car was more of a challenge.
Stephan, it was just a matter of telling him that there was a couch inside with some pillows. He'd sleep on anything so long as he had a pillow.
Avery was out. So much so that even after confirming she was in fact not in a coma, Miles still had to carry her into the house.
Working a ten hour shift, then staying awake for almost 24 hours can do that.
Miles just hoped that she'd have some normal sleeping hours before the weekend was over.
Locking the car and standing outside on the front porch for a short bit before going inside, Miles took in the silence of the neighborhood. Almost four thirty in the morning, and not a soul in sight. Sitting on the porch steps Miles decided to just listen.
He'd had almost nothing but noise since he'd woken up yesterday at about eleven.
Even so.
He didn't quite know what to do with himself without having to listen to the other two.
Prompted is ©Mae Fort
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