Prisca's_Writing_Area

This is the basic table for my bingo card.
The mission is to complete at least one bingo with given monthly prompts until December 2026.

g1	y1	w1	o1
g2	y2	w2	o2
g3	y3	w3	o3
g4	y4	w4	o4

Title: Mary Beth, the Alien Queen
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Prompt: alien slime
Words: 237

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Shaking all over, Casey was cowering on the ground. The alien queen was dead. After a dreadful fight, he had finally managed to hammer the pen into her right eye, and the Scat had done its work. Her last, desperate outcry was still pulsing in his head, and he knew he was covered with sticky, green slime. The remains of a life, the remains of Mary Beth.

Suddenly, he felt the urge to laugh; this was like one of the old, silly alien movies he and his father liked to watch so often on a Saturday night. Just, there would be no off button this time. For the rest of his life, he would remember these last hours. Full of horror and regret.

He curled up into a ball, and for a split second, he wished that the Scat wouldn't have worked, Mary Beth would still be alive, and she would have taken over his body and soul, like so many bodies and souls before. But the nightmare would be over.

„Casey!“ A voice tore him out of his thoughts, footsteps coming closer. Someone grabbed his shoulder, shook him hard. „Case! You still here? Are you okay?“

He forced himself to turn his head, met Zeke's hazelnut brown, worried eyes; finally tears started to flow, he threw his arms around Zeke's neck and buried his head on his shoulder. „Hold me,“ he whispered,“ just hold me!“

Title: Unexpected Realization
Characters: Casey Connor, Delilah Profit, mention of Zeke Tyler, Gabe Santora
Prompt: unexpected
Words: 572

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„Casey, wait!“ He sighed inwardly when the cheerleader queen stepped in his way. Not this again; he had different plans this weekend. „You still have the pictures from the last football training, do you? The ones with the incident, where Gabe got hurt.“

„You told me to dump them. Because this does not make a good story for the school's magazine.“

„But you didn't. Please tell me that you took some good shots of Gabe after he got hurt. And when they carried him away in the ambulance.“

Casey frowned slightly. „Well, I already shredded the photos, but I still have the negatives.“

Delilah's eyes sparkled. „Good! You need to develop them again. I want them until this evening. And they will make it into the main article of the school's magazine's next edition.“

„Okay,“ Casey drawled. „Are you sure that an article like this will amuse Coach Willis?“

„Don't worry about the coach; he is already thinking about replacing Gabe for the rest of the season. He's still in the hospital, and there are rumours that his injury is serious. It's rather unlikely that he will be back on the field ever again.“

Casey kept quiet, feeling shocked. Yes, Gabe and the other jocks were not his friends, rather the opposite; they teased and bullied him most of the time. However, as a photographer, he had visited almost every game of the Hornets, and he knew that Gabe put all his heart into this game; he was the favorite of Coach Willis and had already piqued the interest of some talent scouts from prestigious colleges. If Delilah were right, his accident would mean the end of his lifetime dream. „This sounds awful. You sure, you want to write an article about this?“

Delilah looked at him, surprised. „That's the most interesting news in weeks. Gabe was the star of the Hornets. Of course, everyone wants to hear about this; the circulation of the magazine might even double.“

Casey paused for a split of a second. „That's pretty low, Delilah, even for you. Only last week, you were still flirting with him like mad, and now you are using his misfortune to put yourself in the spotlight again?

I am done with this. I can't stop you from writing the article, but you'll have to do it without my photos.“

„Huh? Have you lost your mind?“

Casey pulled his face. „I never was that clear. Zeke has always warned me that you are only using people for your own interests. I've always taken your side, but now I must admit that he is right.“

„Pfft. Zeke! Zeke is a loser; you will never turn into a star photographer when you don't stop hanging around with him,“ Delilah spat. „Being a serious journalist comes with a prize, and I am willing to pay it.“

Casey smiled weakly. „Just good, that I am not that ambitious. Photography is fun; I would never make a job out of it. Selling my own grandmother for a tiny minute of fame, that's not me. Sorry, Del, you will have to look for photos of Gabe's accident somewhere else.“

He could feel her piercing eyes resting on his back when he turned around to leave the school building and grinned. Zeke would be pleasantly surprised by this news; never again would Delilah's demands stand in the way of their plans.