So I think I am going to be taking a break from posting my writing, but since I have some things already written, I'll keep posting them until I run out.
I am having the worst writer's block.
The prompt for this one is "I'm always pissed at you".
Words: 616
"Angel?" Luke walked into the apartment he shared with his wife. He set his laptop bag on the coffee table.
"That bag better not be on that table!" Angelica's voice carried from the kitchen. She walked into the living room and leaned on the doorway, staring at him.
"I- I just need to go through some papers and-"
"You have an office for a reason."
"I know, but it's slowly closing in on me." He told her.
"Then organize it, like I've been telling you to do for the longest!" Angelica crossed her arms across her chest. Luke took a deep breath and started muttering under his breath. "You can insult me in Spanish all you want!" She walked back to the kitchen. Luke sat down and opened his bag, taking out a pile of papers and then his laptop.
"Lucas Cristiano Mendez, as God is my witness-"
"Relax, woman!" Luke rolled his eyes. His wife walked back into the living room.
"Fine. I won't fight you anymore, but if you leave any papers on this Goddamn coffee table, I swear, Luke, I will throw it in the trash. I don't care how important it is to this country. And then I'll go to President Maxwell, myself and explain to him that my husband is an imbecile!"
"Is it your time of the month, Angelica?" Luke asked, making Angelica throw the spoon in her hand at him. "Shit." He ducked. "What was that?"
"I don't even know why I married you, sometimes!" She trudged back to the kitchen. Luke shook his head and began going through the pile of papers. Luke and Angelica didn't like each other most of the time, but they loved each other. You know what people say: opposites attract. And Luke and Angelica were complete opposites. From physical appearances to religious and political beliefs. Many people questioned the union, especially Angelica's sister, Alice, who hated Luke with every bone in her body.
"Hey, Ange."
"What do you want?" She walked back into the living room ."By the way, dinner is ready."
"I'm having a debate with your sister tomorrow."
"Yeah, well prepare to have your ass handed to you."
"Wow. Thank you for being so supportive, but I wanted to know if you want to have lunch afterward.
"What time?"
"Why? Do you have plans?" He asked.
"You really think I sit at home and just wait to make dinner for you and wait till you come home, but I have friends, Luke. I have a social life. So I ask you again: what time?"
"It should wrap up around 1:45 so I'd say 2:30? Gives Alice forty-five minutes to shut up."
"Alright. I'll pick up two meatball subs from the deli and stop by your office. Wait-"
"What?"
"Will Jack be joining us?"
"Uh- well- he-"
"Of course. You can't have lunch without your work wife."
"He is not my work wife."
"Come on, Luke. Every time we have lunch with him, I'm always the third wheel."
"No, you're not."
"Sometimes, I wonder why you didn't marry him instead of me."
"Well, first of all, I love you, though you make it so hard sometimes. Secondly, I'm not gay. Jack is just my best friend and my right-hand man, in a way."
"Whatever you say, Mr. Senator. Now put the work down and come and eat. If you want, I can help you organize your office later."
"I would like that very much." He smiled, getting up. Angelica walked to him and kissed him across the table. "You're not pissed at me anymore?"
"I'm always pissed at you. I'm just playing nice." She laughed, walking back to the kitchen.
I am having the worst writer's block.
The prompt for this one is "I'm always pissed at you".
Words: 616
"Angel?" Luke walked into the apartment he shared with his wife. He set his laptop bag on the coffee table.
"That bag better not be on that table!" Angelica's voice carried from the kitchen. She walked into the living room and leaned on the doorway, staring at him.
"I- I just need to go through some papers and-"
"You have an office for a reason."
"I know, but it's slowly closing in on me." He told her.
"Then organize it, like I've been telling you to do for the longest!" Angelica crossed her arms across her chest. Luke took a deep breath and started muttering under his breath. "You can insult me in Spanish all you want!" She walked back to the kitchen. Luke sat down and opened his bag, taking out a pile of papers and then his laptop.
"Lucas Cristiano Mendez, as God is my witness-"
"Relax, woman!" Luke rolled his eyes. His wife walked back into the living room.
"Fine. I won't fight you anymore, but if you leave any papers on this Goddamn coffee table, I swear, Luke, I will throw it in the trash. I don't care how important it is to this country. And then I'll go to President Maxwell, myself and explain to him that my husband is an imbecile!"
"Is it your time of the month, Angelica?" Luke asked, making Angelica throw the spoon in her hand at him. "Shit." He ducked. "What was that?"
"I don't even know why I married you, sometimes!" She trudged back to the kitchen. Luke shook his head and began going through the pile of papers. Luke and Angelica didn't like each other most of the time, but they loved each other. You know what people say: opposites attract. And Luke and Angelica were complete opposites. From physical appearances to religious and political beliefs. Many people questioned the union, especially Angelica's sister, Alice, who hated Luke with every bone in her body.
"Hey, Ange."
"What do you want?" She walked back into the living room ."By the way, dinner is ready."
"I'm having a debate with your sister tomorrow."
"Yeah, well prepare to have your ass handed to you."
"Wow. Thank you for being so supportive, but I wanted to know if you want to have lunch afterward.
"What time?"
"Why? Do you have plans?" He asked.
"You really think I sit at home and just wait to make dinner for you and wait till you come home, but I have friends, Luke. I have a social life. So I ask you again: what time?"
"It should wrap up around 1:45 so I'd say 2:30? Gives Alice forty-five minutes to shut up."
"Alright. I'll pick up two meatball subs from the deli and stop by your office. Wait-"
"What?"
"Will Jack be joining us?"
"Uh- well- he-"
"Of course. You can't have lunch without your work wife."
"He is not my work wife."
"Come on, Luke. Every time we have lunch with him, I'm always the third wheel."
"No, you're not."
"Sometimes, I wonder why you didn't marry him instead of me."
"Well, first of all, I love you, though you make it so hard sometimes. Secondly, I'm not gay. Jack is just my best friend and my right-hand man, in a way."
"Whatever you say, Mr. Senator. Now put the work down and come and eat. If you want, I can help you organize your office later."
"I would like that very much." He smiled, getting up. Angelica walked to him and kissed him across the table. "You're not pissed at me anymore?"
"I'm always pissed at you. I'm just playing nice." She laughed, walking back to the kitchen.
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