Hey, maybe I will just make a thing of this! Sharing the raw story as it comes out. This was a particularly fun little prompt to work with.
The prompt was: Your mom admits to you that you have some … supernatural blood running through your veins. But she doesn’t remember what kind, cause she was kinda a hoe.
Here is the story I came up with:
Strange things keep happening to you. Wishes granted, luck always finding you. Things you want to question, but know that would totally loose the marvelous happenstance that created it. Walking in the door of your mother’s home for the holidays she takes one look at you and her face falls.
“I was so hoping not to have to have this conversation with you.” she murmurs, almost more to herself.
“Excuse me? What conversation?” You ask her.
“Well, this is not exactly easy, but I need to tell you something, and I can tell, there is just a certain… shimmer about you.” She closes her eyes a moment while you come in and situate yourself. Dropping your bag by the door and kicking off your shoes.
“A shimmer? I am just happy is all. Luck has been on my side lately. I like actually being successful, it makes me happy. Not that you would know.” You look disdainfully around the parse apartment.
“Money isn’t everything, and there are more kinds of success then you realize.” She says.
You wave a hand dismissively, “Yeah, yeah, I know. But money makes life a lot easier.”
“I can’t argue that. But back to the subject at hand.” She takes a deep steadying breath. “So there is something you need to know. I am pretty sure your father wasn’t exactly human. I know that you have some form of supernatural blood running through your veins, I am just not really sure what exactly. I mean, I think I remember which was your father, but well… there were so many always vying for my attention back then. It is most likely that he was fae, I mean… you have never shown any bloodthirsty inclinations so can rule out the vampire.” She looks at me closely then, “You don’t get rather anxious around the full moon do you?”
You just gape at her. These are things of a fairy tale, not real life.
“I am serious here.” She says with a quiet intensity that is hard to ignore. You just shake your head. She must be off her meds or something.
“Mom, look. I know you mean well, but are you taking your meds? Are you getting help? I can take you in if you are afraid to go alone.”
“MEDS?!? What are you talking about? I have never been on meds, and I am not delusional. I never told you about it because I was hoping that it wouldn’t matter. But I can see just by looking at you that it does. You have the gift, and so it is time you learned of your heritage. I just really wish I knew which was your father. It would make things so much easier.”
Well, there it is in all it’s gory unedited mess! Please let me know what you think in the comments. Also, why not give it a go yourself? The prompt is there and I would love to read what you come up with.