Prompt 38

Write about completion. Use the word "hairless."

Prompt 37

Write about your pants.

"Wanted For Hire" by Will Lewis

We were on the road and almost there, but I was getting nervous. If we weren't back in time, I'd have to find some other way to sweet talk my way into being able to submit my resume. It was already late, and I didn't feel like I could afford another day gone by without its residence within The Break Broker Institution. I told August to hit the gas.

"What?" She said. "Faster? We're already going 75 and the speed limit is 55!"

"Faster." I said. "I neeeeed this job. It's the Break Brokers, come on!"

"No way, this highway is always riddled with piggies!"

"I'll show you piggy!"

I extended my leg over the console and jammed my foot onto the gas.

"Gary, stop!"

We went from 75 to 100 miles per hour in no time, and I was pleased with that nice, doubly round number as a maximum.

"Just calm down and steer. I'm not letting go, so you may as well just concentrate on taking half of the initiative to get us home safe."

She glared over to me in admittance of defeat and shifted her head forward into a more focused stance. We must have been driving for a half hour before a policeman pulled over.

"License and registra- AGAHHHGHH"

"Gary, where the hell did that gun come from!? And what the fuck did you just do!?"

"I always keep a six-shooter in my glove box. And honey, that jooooob! What the hell was I supposed to do!?"

Prompt 36

End a free write with "What the hell was I supposed to do!?"

"Seven" by Will Lewis

And it was made to rubble.

Seven piles of seven stones each now created in a circle before me, subsequent to a trickle of fire that rained from the sky.
Seven deaths entailed the seven broken bodies that were now cast off the edge of the rock precipice that was once a great tower's base.
Seven ships continued to fire seven volleys into a now-crumbling cliff, which was now leaning and falling towards a red sea.

And I realize that for the past seven years, we could have never have hoped to reach the heavens by erecting such an edifice. Because of our lust for power, we are banished to an eternal state of unrecognizable babble, further twisting our broken aspirations in the faces of our true likeness and communicating only nonsense.

I look down at the ground and see the piles of rock that lay in front of me. The amount of days it took Him to bring me into being. The amount of years it took us to reach Him. The amount of minutes it took His elite to decimate our endeavors.

The sky is red and we begin our last book. It is my Revelation.

"Untitled" by DJ Maltron

"Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?

Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven." (Matthew 18:21-22)

I'm pretty upset that the first thing I thought of when reading today's prompt was this specific passage. Curse you indoctrination! I remember when I first heard this verse, I took Jesus quite literally and decided I only needed to forgive people seventy times seven (four hundred ninety) times. Now that I think about it, I'm sure that quota has been met, so I doubt I'll forgive anyone anymore. Jesus told me to stop.

I don't know what it is about that Bible and the number seven. Seven days of creation, seven seals are opened to destroy the world, etc. Many believe the number seven is somehow divine because of its overabundance. I sure as hell don't. Attributing divinity to a numerical values is a slippery slope to absolute stupidity.

Have you noticed how much people love the number seven? If you ask somebody to think of a number between one and ten, they will statistically think of seven. There are seven days in the week. Dumbasses will tell you that Final Fantasy 7 is the best in the series.

God, could we possibly suck seven's dick any more?

Fuck seven.

I'm skipping it from here on out.

Six goes straight to eight.

Take that seven.

I hope you die.

Prompt 35

Write about destruction. Use the word "seven" at least seven times.

"Tar" by Matthew Zuniga

Quote was the war machine

and he was the path down the wayside –

how I got sick of everything.

What he said, the whole lot of it

was sleep and lies and

my actions are my own and they will not burden you

but they did and I carried his

syllables and structures

in a bag across the desert.

He was the son of man,

he was you,

he was them

talking,

using,

buying,

shitting it all out in fashion

and conspiracy smiles

running on tar like a gold-digger’s lungs.

This is your milestone

plodding onward.

(his) (your) (their) name was in every advertisement

(he) (you) (they) moved so many

mountains that wanted to be left alone.

(he’s) (you’re) (they’re) identical catalogues

dressing up and waiting to die.

Quote is on the front page of the news today:

Renewable Energy: Solution Found

The Sink Pathetic (a cruise ship)

cries her crocodile tears

and floats on them across continents!

if you wake up a bear

if you like your anatomy

don’t look at me

I hate you very much

Prompt 34

Write about a man named Quote.

Prompt 33

Write about a stinky bag.

Prompt 32

Write about a seizure.