FlashmobWrites gives you a choice of two different prompts, both taken from the lyrics of a song (which you can also use for inspiration, or ignore as you see fit).
For Week 1.16 the prompts were
Cara Michaels: “I’m not done paying for my crimes”
Ruth Long: “I’m not who I thought I was”
It’s easy enough to fall into ennui. The years do drag on so. Sometimes it hardly seems worth it to get up, go out and have a quick bite. But it’s impossible to resist the hunger. Everyone knows that about us vampires. It’s practically part of the job description.
We’ve caught a bad rap over the centuries. I admit it doesn’t look good about the drinking human blood thing, but everyone has their foibles. That doesn’t mean that we’re monsters. OK, I guess yes, technically, technically we’re monsters. But what happened to seeing the person within, and not pandering to stereotypes? Bigot.
When corporations or politicians have image problems such as ours, they call in spin doctors and P.R. firms. We tried that. Never again. You want bloodshed? I’m talking about the real deal here. Wailing and gnashing of teeth, the Old Testament kind of anger? Just ask one of us about Edward Fucking Cullen. He drives us batty.
Now to be fair, I couldn’t really tell you much about any book or show about vampires, as the portrayal of us always sucks. Bloody hacks. There’s just something about being misquoted and lampooned that just sets your teeth on edge. Stabs you right in the heart, it does. It’d be like taking your sappy emo poetry from your teenage years and showing it to Shakespeare – he’s an elfin changeling by the way, as if A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream wasn’t enough of a clue. On reflection, I guess you lot are fairly simple, so I should cross off the obvious answers.
Over the centuries we immortals try it all: an altruistic phase, detached cynicism, being an activist, and the ever popular immoral hedonist. I’m fancying a bit of a change myself. These days I’m not who I thought I was. I see the hope in your eyes, thinking I’m going to atone, but no. You’re wrong. Life isn’t some movie, and this “supervillain” spiel of mine isn’t going to be interrupted at the last minute by a change of heart. Do I look like a Disney vampire? Repent? Me? Ha! See? You don’t even quality for a maniacal laugh. I know it’s poor form to play with your food. I can’t help it, I have to break up the monotony somehow. But all this talking is making me thirsty. Let’s have a quick pint, shall we?
This story came 2nd: Underboss
Cara Says:“You caught me monologuing!” I love a good villain monologue. I love it even more when no one saves the day. Wickedly fun story!
Ruth Says: Such a fun read! I could listen to this character talk his way through an entire novel! Love the tone and voice here! 🙂