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You venture into the world of online dating. Browsing through profiles, you drop your coffee mug and it shatters on the ground—it can’t be.

My God!  Is it?  It couldn’t be.  Bumping her mug, she shrieked as it hit the floor.  Damn it.   “This is just great,” she muttered.  Looking up, she spied a young pimply faced Starbuck’s employee coming her way.

The young man hurriedly approached.  “Lady, watch the glass,” he glanced at her briefly, then again.  “You don’t look to good.  Are you…”

“I’m so sorry.  But.  I.  Well, I um, I’m sorry.”  She stammered.  “I have to go.  Here.”  She nervously slid a twenty across the table. “For the mug, and your trouble.”  Without looking back, she ran out of the shop and headed home, thinking to herself over and over, It can’t be, it just can’t be. 

Sarah pulled into her driveway, thankful John was gone.  Hurrying down to the basement, she pulled several boxes down from the shelves.  Of course, in the last box.  “I know it’s him.”  Finding the page, she studied his photo.  “Damn it.  It is!”

“What is?”  Her husband said with a smirk.

Sarah jumped at his voice.  “John, I thought you left.”  She brought the book to her chest.

“What are you doing Sarah!”  Her husband glanced at the book she held.  “Shouldn‘t you be at work?” 

She stood as he stepped over the boxes that were scattered about.  At his approach, she stepped back.  “Shouldn’t you be moved out already? It’s been two months now.”  Sarah quickly rounded the boxes to make for the stairs, but she was too slow.

“You know, don’t you?”  He spat as he spoke to her, gripping her arm in a vice-like grip. “Don’t deny it.  My computer shadows yours.  I know every sight you visit and every link you click on.” 

“Why would you be spying on me John?” She tried to free her arm. “Ouch, John, you‘re hurting me.” She pulled hard, but then he let go, sending her hard to the floor.  Looking up at him, “I thought Max was dead.  You said he was, you–you told me you checked.  John, what’s going on?”

He laughed at her stupidity.  “I thought he was dead too, he was suppose to be.”  He sighed heavily, and with a murderous look about his face, he picked the crowbar up off the counter.  “You always ruin everything Sarah.  Always.  Max was my best friend, but you loved him more.  He had to die, he should have died!”  With the heavy bar held high, he slammed it down toward her…”

“…MOM!  MOM!”  Jenny pounded harder.  “You’re having that bad dream again.  Wake up.”

“Stop pounding on the door. I’m up.” Her sheets were soaked and her heart was racing. “Come in, it’s unlocked.”

Jenny stuck her head in.  “There’s a weirdo on the phone.  Guy’s a freak, kept going on about Dad and high school.  I didn’t know you and dad went to school together.”

Me neither.  She smiled at her daughter, so much like Max.  “Tell him I’ll be right there.” Throwing her robe on, she yelled out, “and pack some cloths, we’re staying at grand-ma’s.”


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Create a scene using four characters: One based on yourself, one based on someone you personally know, one based on someone you heard about in the media, and one spawning strictly from the imagination. Make the media story the hook or reason they’re all together, and base the scene around that.  

As each mile drew near, Candelyn grew more anxious.  “Ti, where’s the turn-off?”  

“It’s Tiana!”  

“What?  Since when?”  

“Since I turned eighteen.”  Her daughter sat back.  “It’s up a ways.”  

“I hope so; we’re running out of gas.”  Tossing her the map.   “Look again, I’m getting nervous.”  

Her daughter let out a sigh and muttered.  “Great, you got us lost.”  

“I did?  Who’s the navigator here?  Let’s pull over, no need…”  

“…Mom, look.”  

“Is it a woman?  It’s hard to tell.”  

Her daughter smirked.  “Yeah, I didn’t think people wore cloaks.”  

Candelyn pulled up along side the mysterious looking woman, who turned at their approach.  “Ti, roll down your…wait, get your mace out, just in case.”  She slowed the car to a crawl.  “Okay. Now.”  

“Miss.  Excuse me.  My daughter and I–”  Candelyn glanced forward then back at the woman.   To her utter amazement, the woman was gone. She looked at her daughter who returned her shocked expression.  

“Mom, she vanished. Poof.”  

“No I didn’t.”  

The two jumped at her voice.  Candelyn slammed on her breaks, while her daughter turned, facing the back seat, mace aimed and ready.  

“I won’t hurt you. I need you!”  The woman removed her cowl.  “Without you, the Producer is lost.  We need him.”  She beamed, an ethereal air about her.  “The end is near, midnight tonight.”  The woman waived,  “by the load you carry, I see you believe the media hype…the apocalypse of 2012. It’s true, you know.”  

“Ah.  My Uncle, he said it was better to be safe, then sorry.  We’re supposed to meet…”  

“…I know.  Clarksville Cave.”  

Tiana couldn’t help her curiosity.  “Producer, what does he produce? Movies?”  

“Tiana, it’s not the time to be funny.”  The Prophet responded.  

Candelyn grabbed her daughter’s mace and aimed it at the woman.  “How’d you know her name?  And how…”  

“…I am the Prophet.  I know all about you and your daughter. I’ve always known.”  The mysterious woman answered.  “We must hurry.  The end is near.”  The Prophet looked anxious.  “Please!”  

Tiana asked again.  “So, who is this Producer?”  

“There are many women at the cave; they’re waiting for us, and the Producer.  We must hurry!”  

“But I don’t understand.  Who…”  

Candelyn interrupted her daughter with a chuckle, and then answered.  “Producer, Tiana, don’t you get it?”  

“Oh yeah.  Oh! Producer. One man?”  Tiana asked.  

“There are a few,” the Prophet answered.  “This is the last one.  He’s been celibate for two years now.  He’s perfect!”  

Tiana shook her head, and then asked, “so few, is it enough?”  

The Prophet laughed.  “A stallion can produce many off springs.  Besides, fewer the men, the better?”  

“Sure is.”  Candelyn answered with a smile, before putting her car in drive and picking up speed.  

“Up ahead, around the corner.  You’ll see. It’s him.”  The Prophet supplied.  

Candelyn sped up and around the corner she spotted the broken down car.  Pulling up beside the car, she yelled out,  “excuse me, but…”  

“…yes,” bumping his head as he turned.  

“Holy crap!”  Tiana shrieked.  “Mom.  That’s John Mayer.”

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