“It should be La Bruja,” Izzy grumbled. “Using ‘the’ is disrespectful.”
“De momento somos luchadores, mi amor,” Bella replied. “Respect will come when we use our powers.”
“I guess. So you start the fight by hitting me with a chair-“
“I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward.”
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Her laugh was as thick and smokey as the pipe she emptied out into the ash tray. I watched her through the bars, stunned by her ease and the candor of her story.
"But wait, why are you in jail then, Countess? You didn't..."
She smiled at me with a spark in her eye. "I wanted to, so I did." #hbp80
When she said, “I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward,” I had to suppress a giggle. My adorable six-year-old was both tough as nails and a Webster’s Dictionary aficionado, if a bit dramatic. “Honey,” I said, “that would be fun, but after the lunging, what would you do?” #hbp80
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The air was thick & my brow slick. Who would move first? Clem was only a few feet away but could be lost to a wrong move.
The notched crossbow quivered as trigger was pressed.
I had hoped to distract, flipping the table & lunging.
My side seared.
His tears, love, sadness, my reward.
My anger was building to a crescendo, near to boiling over. This isn't worth getting fired over. This isn't worth getting fired over. My internal mantra wasn't saving me from the sound of the idiot across from me droning on. I *really* want to flip this table and clamp his goddamn mouth shut.
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i wanted to flip over the table -- refuse the rush. to leave. and reckless attempts at sleep. your breath in my hair. unstuck in the dark. of memory. -- and lunge forward like time.
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I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward when the creature wearing my face across from me smile at the thought of improving my life. #hbp80
Skiff Tugboat: Every time Peach forgets my name I want to flip over the table and lunge forward and--
Kurt6: Have you considered tattooing your name on your forehead?
Skiff, sputters: What? Thats ridiculous! And ruin my tattoo of my favourite spoons?
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“I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward.”
“Why didn’t you”
“I remembered it was Wednesday and I’m not from Jersey.”
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#hbp80 Diana could not escape the attacking metal mop head. Her mother was over her as she crawled to escape the attack going under the table. It was useless. She wanted out. She could see herself flipping over the table & lunging at her mother to knock her down so that she could leave the house.
Eric had disappeared three years ago, so when he sat in front of me at our favourite restaurant I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward. Impropriety be damned, I had to feel his mouth again. His touch. How his eyes could never keep contact with mine without him breaking out into a mischievous grin. But I didn't. Something had changed in him — it changed what I had held onto over the years. Eric extended his hand across the table towards me. "I've found the most wonderful place, you won't believe it. Will you come with me?" Eric asked. I could only look at it, palm up, expecting my reciprocation. "W-were you happy with..." I began to say. I looked Eric in the eyes. "Were you happy without me?" "Yes, of course I was Liam." It was ready to break my heart when he added. "In that place, there is only happiness." He said it all so plainly I was convinced it was true. I watched his placid face. I needed more, in way of answers, than he seemed capable of giving me. Eric met my eyes and I kept contact. Just a few moments and I'd know if he was still my Eric deep down. He grinned. My hand settled into his, and we left for that place together.
Such evocative imagery, had to see how far I could push it! #writingcommunity #writingprompts #flashfiction #hbp80
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A pulsing of hideous voltage made the air sickeningly heavy. It turned its head and I saw its cursed, vengeful eyes. I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward.
'Too late now,' I thought. 'Fate is neither in my hands nor the hands I have just stitched to its wrists.'
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The devil sat across from me, teasingly holding a catnip-filled toy… Slowly but surely,its scent put my self control on leash… I wanted to flip over the table &lunge forward to grab it from him,but a sec b4 I do so,he handed me the toy! At that moment I knew he was my person - a cat person~!♡
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“I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward.” Greg said and brushed off the dirt while Nils wiped his hands. “He would have skewered you on the spot with that pig sticker. I told you to not come to the barrio. Next time, my fists might be too tired to help.” #hbp80
"Let me tell you how many times I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward." Bailey tried to contain her rage. "Every day I had to look at my ex wife, I get a slap to the face of how she cheated on me."
"Is that why you're mad at Cosmo?" Jin said.
"I was right. He was a homewrecker." #hbp80
I was a recovering gymnast..meals were still problematic. I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward, do a triple scissors leap and land in a perfect finish. After landing in the trifle we realised that I had issues…
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“I wanted to flip the table and lunge at them,” he whispered
“But you didn’t”
“No. I sat still, with my fists clenched”
“Why?”
He exhaled, gaze distant “Because someone had to remember who we were before the storm hit”
“And now?”
His lips twitched into a bitter smile “Now? I am the storm”
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“No WAY!”
“Count ‘em up if you want.” He flashed a rakish grin.
15-2, -4, -6, 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑓 10, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑠. 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦, 𝐴𝑁𝐷 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑚𝑒. 𝐹𝑅𝐴𝐾.
I wanted to flip over the table & lunge forward. 'Tis all my fault tho’: I taught that man o’ mine to play the game 𝑡𝑜𝑜 well.
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A: I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward.
B: Why?
A: Because he was about to ruin everything.
B: Who?
A: Tom.
B: Tom? The one who’s been helping us?
A: Exactly.
B: Helping us with what?
A: Destroying the evidence.
B: Then why do you have his blood on your hands?
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The Bard sat down, adjusted the violin on her arms, and smiled at us, the hearth's flames colouring her pale cheeks. "Enjoy the song, darlings. Once I am finished, one of you will die."
I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward.
But the song started, and my body no longer obeyed me.
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...It'd wipe that smug smile off his face for sure.
No no, I had to be a "lady" about this. With dignity and repose accept that he had just cheated me out of so much in the divorce.
But then he opened his wormhole of the mouth and spoke of the children.
No, it was more ladylike to choke him.
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She let her eyes slide away. “I think we should ensure that he is a guest of Buckingham House while we gather more information. Even if he is innocent of the poisoning, he might once again be his mother’s dupe.”
"What!" I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward. “You conniving hag!” #hbp80
"Someone didn't like your singing and started to swear." She laughed as she rolled her eyes at him.
"What's so funny? I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward and have a go at the jerk—"
"Yeah, you tried but fell down instead since the table was bolted to the pub floor!"
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I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward, just after my toast fell from my hand toward the floor, buttered side down. It was me versus gravity. Then I remembered the 5-second rule. If I retrieved the toast within the 5 seconds, my bacon was saved, so to speak. If not, gravity won.
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TW: SPICY!
Emily was stunning. The purple dress hugged her curves, and her piercing brown eyes stared seductively at me through half-closed lids. She slowly, and tantalizingly crossed her legs, a mischievous smirk spread across her lips. I wanted to flip over the table and lunge forward.
How dare you look down your arrogant nose? How dare you use that tone after all you've done Miss holier than thou? You're lucky I have class, enough to outlast you. What I wanted to do is flip the table and lunge forward, ripping your throat out. Oh! The fantastic fantasy though ..
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