Welcome to part two of Writer's Collide! I am super excited to continue this (hopefully) on going contest series!
Here are the rules!
Rules:777Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1xkbLU6qKN
Swearing is allowed - not too much, you don't want that language to take over your writing
If something is 18+, please make a warning in the beginning of your entry - 18+ is NOT required (I get it, not everyone is comfy with reading these)
Triggers! - If there are any possible triggers in your entry, make sure to address them in the beginning so that your readers know what to be ready for
Author notes - These aren't required, however, I love reading what the author thinks about they wrote and what it means to them
HAVE FUN!!!!
Nothing too too long (But it can be a tad bit long or short)
Your entry MUST fit the prompt777Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw1M3GoUmIX
777Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSyK4Meoh0j
You: Wait, there's a prompt?777Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQwHUkE4fbw
Me: Well, yes, there is!777Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlEvWRaRSPo
777Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNgXpJWL1y7
The prompt for this contest is. . .777Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4m4IY0T7w4
What do you do when you fall in love with your sister's husband? I've been there. I know how it goes. I hate it. It hurts. let me tell you how I survived this crazy moment in time. And who knows. . Maybe it ended in my favor.777Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqEAwBaKDtI
My foot tapped to the beat as my hand moved my pencil wherever it needed to go. I softly hummed and closed my eyes, the breeze stinging my face. Maybe this isn’t too bad. Professor Collins isn’t really to blame but I still get pissed off about the fact he won’t chill out about me falling behind a little. I spun in my chair to see Dylan standing at the doorway; arms crossed while he leaned into the doorway.
“Hey, how was it today?” He asked, clearing his throat.
“Fine”
“Do you need help? You look a little stressed.”
“I’m fine, okay?” I stood and put my things away. My heavy bag is thumping into the closet. The bristles of the cold, purple, light hair brush pulled through my hair. Dylan said nothing else. Instead, he just stood there and looked at an old picture of Lyla and me when we were kids. I sprayed perfume on my neck and wrists.
“You were so young when we met. I remember you two were always together when I came over. He chuckled. My legs carried me over and I took the picture off of the wall and set it face down. We used to be like that. Now? She wishes I was dead I bet. I landed back into my chair and sighed. He came over and crouched in front of me. “What’s wrong?” He has never looked at me like this. Swiftly turning my head, I answered with ‘nothing.’ His fingers touched my face to make me look at him. “Tell me.” My mind was racing a mile a minute. I didn't know what was going on.
“You’re doing it now. Of all people. You. Stop treating me like a kid. I’m not one! You don’t have to be this nice, caring, brother-in-law to me. Lyla won’t care or notice. You don’t even have to talk to me. Stop babying me. Just. . .” a tear rolled down my cheek, and I looked at him. Regret. He is regretful. At this moment, I regret. He wiped away the tears and leaned close to me. His breath stung my lips as we both sat there waiting for something to happen. I hoped that someone would walk through the front door so I wouldn’t have to let him know how I feel. “Dylan. I. . .” Before I could do anything more, his lips were softly pressing against mine. A pulse in my entire body shook me. I shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this. I ever so slightly kissed him back
My foot tapped to the beat as my hand moved my pencil wherever it needed to go. I softly hummed and closed my eyes, the breeze stinging my face. Maybe this isn’t too bad. Professor Collins isn’t really to blame but I still get pissed off about the fact he won’t chill out about me falling behind a little. I spun in my chair to see Dylan standing at the doorway; arms crossed while he leaned into the doorway.
“Hey, how was it today?” He asked, clearing his throat.
“Fine”
“Do you need help? You look a little stressed.”
“I’m fine, okay?” I stood and put my things away. My heavy bag is thumping into the closet. The bristles of the cold, purple, light hair brush pulled through my hair. Dylan said nothing else. Instead, he just stood there and looked at an old picture of Lyla and me when we were kids. I sprayed perfume on my neck and wrists.
“You were so young when we met. I remember you two were always together when I came over. He chuckled. My legs carried me over and I took the picture off of the wall and set it face down. We used to be like that. Now? She wishes I was dead I bet. I landed back into my chair and sighed. He came over and crouched in front of me. “What’s wrong?” He has never looked at me like this. Swiftly turning my head, I answered with ‘nothing.’ His fingers touched my face to make me look at him. “Tell me.” My mind was racing a mile a minute. I didn't know what was going on.
“You’re doing it now. Of all people. You. Stop treating me like a kid. I’m not one! You don’t have to be this nice, caring, brother-in-law to me. Lyla won’t care or notice. You don’t even have to talk to me. Stop babying me. Just. . .” a tear rolled down my cheek, and I looked at him. Regret. He is regretful. At this moment, I regret. He wiped away the tears and leaned close to me. His breath stung my lips as we both sat there waiting for something to happen. I hoped that someone would walk through the front door so I wouldn’t have to let him know how I feel. “Dylan. I. . .” Before I could do anything more, his lips were softly pressing against mine. A pulse in my entire body shook me. I shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this. I ever so slightly kissed him back
Everyone! I hope that you all enjoy this prompt. Your goal is to add to this story. I wrote this and I wanted to see how other people would write it. It's supposed to be a forbidden love between a sister and her sister's husband. Enjoy! I can't wait to see what you've got!777Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwipN1vAbT
and then Add to home screen.