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Writing Prompt – Xel

house mate

The monster doesn’t answer immediately. It continues sobbing at the bottom of the stairs, curled up in fetal position. My first instinct is to help it and, before I can change my mind, I head out in the hall. On the way to the stairs, I slapped the light switch.

At the stairs, I found the monster still on the ground. It didn’t look like it had moved.

“Do you need help?” I asked. “Can you stand? Did you break a leg? Or claw? Antenna?”

“I’m okay,” came the croaky voice. “I tripped.”

I go down one step. “That’s nice to hear.”

The monster ‘sat up’. It was hard to tell. It also didn’t help that I didn’t turn on any lights and the only thing going for me was the light from the hall.

“So, what you doing here? Were you assigned this house or something? I mean, is that something you guys do?”

The monster turned around. Three large eyes occupied its ‘face’. Even with the light, I couldn’t tell much about it. How many limbs was it hiding? Was it blue or yellow? As I continued to stare at it, the darkness around the body smoothed out revealing silhouettes of other arms and legs.  And maybe I could see a hint of blue on it’s  . . . fur. Was it scales?

“I did get assigned to this house,” the monster replied in that same low voice.

“Huh uh. Why though? My parents are the only ones who live here. I moved out a long time ago. I’m just house sitting for them.”

The monster . . . shrugged. There was a movement in its shoulders so I guess it was a shrug.

“There’s a child here,” was all it said.

I frowned. It felt a bit insulted. “And you have to stay here?”

“I won’t get in the way. You won’t even know I’m here.”


Confused, I crossed my arms. “How long have you been here?”

“Two days.”

The monster had moved in the same time as I had. My parents left for their tenth honeymoon only two days ago.

“Well, alright. I guess you’re not bothering anyone.”

“You don’t even know I’m here.”

I shrugged. “I don’t mind company just don’t talk to the neighbors or show yourself to anybody.”

“I didn’t plan to.”

“I’m Ali by the way. What’s your name?”

The monster looked at me unblinkingly. “Name?”

“Yeah, what are you called?”

It didn’t answer. A pang of guilt twisted my stomach. Way to be insensitive.

“No matter,” I quickly said. “From now on, your name is Z . . . Xel.”

“Then, I’m Xel.”


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The Supporting Fans

As my pre-service training comes to an end for my teaching certification, it’s starting to get a bit rough. A lot of things aren’t lining up the way I thought they would. This also means that my writing has been effected more than I would like to admit.

However saying this, there is a bright side. I have done some article writing for Gamer Nation News. It’s a website created by gamers for gamers. We play and reviews games. My articles deal with Dungeons & Dragons and you can find my latest article here.

I am also close to finishing a story I have on wattpad. For those who might not know, I don’t like it. It’s not my best work and half the plot was made up week to week. Even the name is terrible. *cough* The Vampire Prince goes to High School *cough* The title says it all. It really is about a vampire prince going to high school.

Anyways . . .

Despite all of this, the story has fans and they seem to really enjoy. They’re the reason why I have been able to keep going with it. Without them, I would have quit a long time ago. Unfortunately, I have yet thought of a way to thank them for their support.

As a writer, I believe that what it all comes down to. It’s all about the support. Support can come from anywhere and anyone, even yourself. For me specifically, it comes from the story’s fans. They make me feel guilty for not posting on time because they’ve shown so much love for the story. The least I can do is post every week for them.

Even though I don’t like this particular story, I’ve learned a lot from writing week to week. I have made the plot up on the spot and I think, that’s going to help me in the long run. I have pushed through so many writer’s block because of said plot and that’s something that I can transfer over to my other writing. Even if I have no ideas what’s going to happen, I’m going to keep writing.

Sure, my other writing might not have the same support but then I think about the support it will have in the future. I think about the potential of that support and that keeps me going. While the lack of support would never make me quit writing, it’s nice to have someone appreciate your work.


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Writing Prompt – Galoop


It was a strange creature. And very small. At first, I didn’t notice it but the constant galoop, like the sound shoes make when they’re soaked, gave it away.

Puzzled, I pushed away from my desk. Last time I’d checked, no one had entered my room. Maybe I left the water running in the bathroom? Even as I turned around, the dark spot on my carpet narrowed my gaze towards it.

Have you ever mistaken a pile of clothes for a creature? That was my first impression of this thing, whatever it was. Except, it was the middle of the afternoon and I didn’t have any pile of clothes on my floor.

I scoot around it and the creature just watched me. It wasn’t really watched. It had no eyes or anything that would look like a face. It was a blob like Bob from that monster movie except this was dark in nature. It reminded me of a mood ring, oddly enough.

It was the way the darkness swirled around like a bubble’s shine. There wasn’t just one color is a mixture of every color and that made it look dark.

‘Galoop,’ it went. The colors swirled again revealing a dark yellow color.

Slowly, I backed away towards the door.


The blob stretched its whole body like a tentacle and occupied a space closer to me. So, it wasn’t just going to let me leave.

What were the odds my neighbor would knock on the front door right now? 0% as luck would have it.

“Hey, er, little guy. Where did you come from?”

I wasn’t expecting it to reply and I’m glad it didn’t. It stretched out once more and moved closer. Bit by bit, I opened the door and lead the blob towards the living room. My apartment was big. It was meant to be efficient. As I stepped back, the blob moved forward.

Suddenly, it came to a stop. The colors swirled on its body and turned Green. It stood in its spot for a good minute before spreading across the floor like a tortilla.


“What are you doing now?”

No answer. Good.

“Isn’t your owner or evil creator missing you?”

Again, no answer.

The blob moved around the floor galooping wildly. I dodged around it and like a vacuum it went around the living room then moved towards the kitchen. It took me a good while to notice that my floor looked cleaner even after a good clean.

The creature formed back into the blob. This time it was completely violet. So, it liked eating dirt? That was strange but useful.

The blob stayed with me for a few days. At times, it went back into tortilla mode and “ate” before becoming a blob again. I called it Jr. and it seemed to like the name. In my free time, I combed forums, local news, international news for any information on Jr. but I never found anything.

Even though Jr. was handy around the place, there was just something odd about it – er – him? I still didn’t know if s/he had a gender or maybe Jr. just didn’t. That was fine too. It didn’t really matter. I just wanted to know where it came from.