Writing Prompt #4: Danger is My Middle Name

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Loren

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20 thoughts on “Writing Prompt #4: Danger is My Middle Name”

  3. Clara says:
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    Okay, I finished my work for this prompt! Here is it:

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    A groan escapes my lips, and my mind flashes back to the first time I saw Althea. She’d been leaning against the wall, her eyes sparkling. I’d asked her what her name was. “Althea,” she’d replied. “Althea Danger Kingsley.” I’d laughed at the joke. Danger. Ha!
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    I really want to add to this, but my mind is blank. :P Maybe you could continue it? :)

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  6. wizepuppy says:
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    I tried writing for about 5-10 minutes straight. It isn’t anything too special, but this is what I came up with. Enjoy. :)
    ~ Suzy

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    Katrina stared at me. A very perplexed look on her face. I spread out my hands in a helpless guesture.
    “What?”
    “Um. Yeah. About that.”
    She finally dropped her gaze and plopped herself resignedly down into her black plush, leather office chair. She placed her head on her hand that was resting on the arm of the chair and rubbed her forhead. I’m still very confused by her reaction. With a sigh, she talked to me, but kept her head in her hand.
    “No one just jumps off a 20 story building while being chased by a maniac carrying a bomb then grabs onto a rope while in midair attached to a helicopter and swings across the Mississippi and lands in a pond leading to a underground secret lair!” with each phrase she raises her voice, and by the time she said Mississippi she had risen out of her chair and was shouting about three inches from my face.
    Even though I felt a few drops of spit, I didn’t flinch. Instead, I tried a defensive approach.
    “I thought I told you already that I was ready.”
    Katrina threw up her arm and let it slap to her side. She then turned around and started walking the other way, shaking her head. She turned to face me again.
    “How was I supposed to know you were telling the truth when you said that Danger was your middle name?!”
    This was a very puzzling moment for me, so I occupied myself to scratching my head.
    “Because I told you,” I replied slowly. I still didn’t understand her worry.
    Katrina sighed and rested her head in her hand once again, only this time she was still standing up.
    “Whatever. At least you’re still alive.” She then waved her hand at me, still not looking up, motioning for me to leave. “Please just leave me alone.”
    I walked through the doorway when she called out my name.
    “Adam.”
    I turned to face her, my hand resting on the doorknob.
    “Next time, please warn me when you’re being so literal.”
    I smiled at her.
    “You’ll be the first to know.”
    And with that, I left her shaking her head and quietly chuckling to herself.

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    • Loren says:
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      That was awesome! I especially loved the “‘No one just jumps off a 20 story building while being chased by a maniac carrying a bomb then grabs onto a rope while in midair attached to a helicopter and swings across the Mississippi and lands in a pond leading to a underground secret lair!'” part. :) You should continue it!

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  8. Anika says:
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    “How was I supposed to know you where telling the truth when you said that Danger is your middle name?”
    My twin sister, Jenna, shouted at me.
    “Well, it is! Okay? I’m outa here.”
    I picked my backpack up from the floor and limped out of the room.
    This is the last time I do anything for her! I thought angrily to myself.
    “Jesse! Wait, I’m sorry. I just…. I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”
    Jenna’s voice had started as a shout, but had lowered to a whisper.
    “You know that, being superheroes we need to stick together…”
    I interrupted her, “especially because we are the only superheroes left. Dr. Cruel has killed everyone. And I didn’t want it to come out this way, but Mom and Dad are gone too.”
    “So, we really are the last superheroes left, in the world.” Jenna whispered.
    The tears started flowing down her cheeks, and even though I was a boy, and didn’t cry much, I felt as though I wanted to weep as well.
    But I had to be strong for my twin.
    “Jenna, I went to confront Dr. Cruel because I was scared, and I wanted to face him alone. I didn’t want you to see my fear. And even though Danger is my middle name, I’m not as brave as you think.”
    Now I had started crying.

    I’ll continue the story soon!

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