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writingI find these writing prompts on Pinterest along with a bunch more, that if you want to check them out, just click on the image and it’ll take you to my “Writing” prompt where the writing prompts, tips, and confessions are too. I gathered these together and thought they would create something nice and funny for this gloomy Friday. I hope you enjoy your day and happy birthday to my nana again!


Isabella was a young twenty-one year old woman, just out of with her girlfriends, celebrating their final year at their childhood jobs, however their celebrations came at a very tragic time as the reason why they were let go of their jobs was because the place had burned down three nights ago. When Isabella first started working there, she remembered how crappy and old it looked on the inside, something always had to be fixed. Now here they were eighteen miles out of their hometown so they could celebrate in peace. Isabella’s best friend Corah was the party animal in the group and could handle any kind of liquor you gave her. Isabella was the total opposite, but she loved her whisky and bourbon though! She remembered her youngest niece gave a small hand full of jelly beans before she left to hang with her friends and as she went to put a couple in her mouth, Corah got her drink refreshed and it turned out to be a bad mix.

Paul was just got back from visiting his father at his house. Paul hated to see him struggling but his dad would never ask for help, even from his family. Everytime Paul tried to give him money to help pay for things, his father would sneak it back in his back pocket of his jeans. Later on when Paul got home and took off his pants to put in the washer, he’d find the money crumbled up but Paul always chuckled whenever he’d see it there. “Care for another?” the barmaid said, Paul nodded slightly as he stood on the bar stool and was annoyed by the loud women over in the booth. He never saw them before but he kept a distance from them, because after two wives and having both of them leaving him for younger men, he lot interest for basically all women. “Hey Charlie, what’s so good about wine, women, and love songs?” Paul said with a slur. “I don’t know Paul. Have you heard from your daughter Rosie lately?” Charlie, the barmaid and owner of the small bar said to his old friend. “Nah, she doesn’t to talk to her old dad.” Paul said sounding sad, the thought of his daughter Rose and her mom spending her new man’s money killed him. He tried everything to keep them happy, but his second wife Amelia wasn’t happy in their marriage. “She’ll come around.” Charlie said, and patted him on the shoulder. Paul gave a half-smile and said thanks, while hearing the woman chatter loudly behind him. When one of the girls stood next to him, she turned to look at him and gave him a nice smile. She didn’t look drunk, but that didn’t mean anything.

“What would you like miss?” Charlie said as he was trying to clean up after the long day. “Anything that doesn’t have anymore alcohol in it.” Isabella said to him, as she attempted to try to sit in the bar stool next to Paul. Paul had only three beers but could see this little one was going to crash soon. “You need to slow down sweetheart.” Paul said as he took a drink of his beer. She looked at him with a drunken glare, “I don’t need to do anything. You’re not my daddy.” Isabella said and she could feel him get uncomfortable like she had touched a nerve with her words. “Okay, I think I’ve had enough for the night.” Paul said as he grabbed the $20 from his back pocket–might as well use it if his father wouldn’t–and handed it over to Charlie to pay for his tab for the last two days. “Aw, you’re not going to stay?” Isabella said, like she had a change of heart and turned around in the stool barely falling off of it in the meantime. Her friends sat in their booth, watching her interact with such a loser like him. “Yeah, I’m going to leave because unlike you I know my limit for the night.” Paul said as he headed for the door and pushed it open. The creaks of the door awakened the jelly beans and bourbon in her stomach and she ran out in front of him to the side of the bar to throw up. Her friends attempted to stand up, but they could do was stumble back down and laugh about it. Paul knew they were goners so he went by her side to see if she was all right.

“Are you okay?” Paul said as he continued to watch this pretty young thing, stick her blue jeans high up in the air and stuff her face in one of the many bushes by the bar. Paul rocked back and forth by her, waiting for a reply. “Yeah, I guess. Thanks.”  Isabella said as she flipped over onto her back and sat up against the wall. “I’m usually not like this.” Isabella said in a quiet and nice voice, such a difference from the shouting that went inside with her friends. “I can usually handle my alcohol and be nice about it at the same time, but I guess I’ve had too much tonight.” Isabella said she tried to stand back up but slowly tilted sideways, Charlie ran outside to help them. “I’ve called them a cab that’ll take them to the nearest motel.” He said as he had a hold of Isabella’s right arm. “Ugh, I hate motels. Do you mind if I stayed with you?” She turned to look at Paul, the man she dissed? Paul was unsure but didn’t want her around her friends if they decided to find another bar and didn’t find another nice guy like him there. He took the risk. “Sure, let me walk you to my car.” Paul said to her and Charlie looked at him with wide eyes. “You know you shouldn’t be driving there Paul.” Charlie said to him, “I know, but I need to get her out of here. What motel did you send them to?” Paul asked, so in the morning when Isabella went to leave, she’d know where they were or at least where they stayed at that night. “Creek Lake Motel” Charlie said, “isn’t it like two blocks from your house?” Charlie said to them, by this time Isabella was basically asleep on Paul’s shoulder. “Yeah and would you tell those girls for me please?” Paul asked and Charlie nodded. “Be safe guys.” Charlie left them by Paul’s pickup truck.

Within ten minutes of being on the highway, they arrived to Paul’s small apartment. When he shut off his truck and opened his door, Isabella groaned and moaned in the passenger seat, when she opened her door, her body weight was not her best friend. She fell out of her seat and landed on her arms, thankfully she only skinned her arms. Paul unlocked his apartment door and ran back to pick her up off the ground. “You all right?” Paul said, he grabbed her right arm and pulled her up on her feet and she muttered something and he slammed the door shut as they started walking towards the steps. They got to two steps and they had to stop because Isabella gained enough strength to turn herself around to throw up in the ferns by the door. The smell only almost made Paul throw up his own stomach, but he could hold it in until maybe he got her inside and on the couch. When she was done, he guided her inside and she saw a better outlook just by the way his apartment looked like, he wasn’t what she thought he was on the outside. Paul guided Isabella to his nice and cozy couch that his ex-wife bought to freshen up the place when they first moved in together. “Here, let me get you a drink of water.” Paul said as he sprinted to the small kitchen and grabbed a clean glass from the dish rack, when he began to fill it up he started to feel uneasy. When he turned to go back to the couch, she was there and slowly undressing herself. Paul was now really regretting his decision to let her stay with him for the night. “I wanted to repay you for your good deed.” Isabella said in an actual sober voice but her eyes looked half asleep to him. When her shirt was on the ground, he put the glass of water on his forehead, hoping it would cool him down. When she gave him a smile he knew things were about to get a lot worse.

When Paul’s alarm went off on his phone, he knew it was 8am the next morning. Even though, he only had three beers, he didn’t really remember much of what happened last night. He sat up in bed and looked out his blinds, it was nice and sunny outside. While he was looking out, he started noticing the blanket moving without his body moving at all. He started to feel a little off and when Isabella sat up and wiped her eyes with her palms, Paul’s eyes kept getting wider and wider. She looked at her, completely hung over and looked at him with disgust and then noticed her back was kind of cold as sweat from the night was settling well on her body and then the panic started to take over between the both of them. “OH MY GOD!” Isabella said and she grabbed the whole blanket to hide her naked body from this stranger, whose name she knew was Paul. Memories of what actually happened last night started flood Paul’s mind again, but when he realized there was no blanket to cover himself with, those images left. “Ok, that didn’t happen.” Isabella said as she twirled in a circle trying to find her clothes, but forgot about the back-end of the blanket and when she wasn’t facing him, he got a nice picture of her ass. Paul definitely remembered that part, everything else was just a blur. “I’m going to get dressed and then I’m going to leave.” That’s all she could say to him. She felt so embarrassed of her acts for sleeping with a man that she met at the bar. “If it makes you feel any better. I didn’t think we’d have sex.” Paul said as he leaned over the bed and found his jeans and her pink bra. buzz…buzz…buzzz. Isabella’s phone vibrated on the table next to the bed, it was her friend Corah, who asked if she was awake and was ready to drive home. Isabella scrambled out of the bathroom and grabbed her phone. She had to difficult time keeping her focus off of Paul. She wasn’t exactly proud of her actions, but something felt different about him.

She texted Corah back and grabbed her bra from the floor and tossed his jeans to him. They couldn’t speak to each other, it’s not like they had much to say, as they said quite a few things that the people who lived above Paul would want to have full details later. “She’s going to take a little bit to get here. I’m going to go outside and wait for her.” Isabella said as she grabbed everything and managed to put a twist tie in her hair to get rid of the matted hair. When walked out of the room again, Paul stood up out of bed and got dressed. He wanted to go after her but didn’t exactly know what to say to her. When she slammed the front door, she sat down on the sidewalk, regretting not bringing her purse along so she could cover up her eyes from the sun. The walk of shame was a bitch to get through. Paul looked at her through the window in his living room and grabbed an old pair of sunglasses from the entertainment center and went outside to give them to her. She accepted them with a smile and he sat on the sidewalk with her. They were two completely opposites and yet, they had slept together. When Corah and the rest of the girls pulled up to Paul’s apartment, they were silent as they were also hung over too. “Hey, we have your purse! And hey, dude. Thanks for watching over her.” Corah said while sitting in the car, Isabella stood up and gave a half-smile to him. “Thank you for last night.” She said as she didn’t know what else to say to him. When she walked away and stepped into the car. He felt a little bit broken-hearted but went back inside.

Three months later, Isabella had found a new job at the hometown’s bowling alley. It was run by her uncle and his daughters, they knew she was looking for another part-time job and she needed the money to get her through the rest of the month to pay for her rent. She worked in the management but lately, her stomach has been managing its own business. She thought it was the stomach flu that she had picked up being around people at the bowling alley. So she called for an appointment with her doctor and found out the old fashion way that she was three months pregnant. Isabella knew who the father was but she was afraid of what her family would think of her and the actions of what she did. She hadn’t seen Paul in three months but actually thought about him a lot. Especially when she was lonely. When she came home to tell her family of why she’s been feeling so off lately, her family was a little bit more supportive than she thought they would as it would be the first grandchild of her family. “So who is the father?” her sister Anna said to her, while their mother sat next to them. “His name is Paul.” and that’s all they were going to get out of her. “You know if you don’t know him that much, you’re not going to want to tell your father.” Eloise said, their mother who sat up and as much as she was happy for her daughter, if she wasn’t married to this guy her father would disown her. A little later on that night, she took a half hour drive to see if Paul was free to talk. She never got his name or last name, so calling him was out of the question. When she saw him get out of his truck, she pulled up next to him and just straight up told him that she was pregnant. His jaw dropped to the ground and then so did he.