Final Destination

Writing Prompt: "You have died, and then you find yourself standing over your body. You see that the Grim Reaper has come for you, and.. no twist, he’s just doing his job. You’re disappointed in the normality of it all actually." "Wake up," A voice called out to me and I shot up into a... Continue Reading →

Dark Offerings

Prompt: "You are kidnapped by a cult to be used as sacrifice. As you are are lying tied underneath the altar you hear one of the cultists say 'Ho dark lord we present to you this person as an offering'. With nothing left to lose you yell 'Ho dark lord I present to you this... Continue Reading →

Dark Clouds Forming

Dark clouds form overhead. They bring a short silence before rain begins to fall. Chattering raindrops and echoes of thunder. Winds whip and swirl. Trees shake and tremble. Budding leaves have their first taste of rain. People sit inside watching through the window. Droplets cling to the glass as they slip and fall. Eager breaths... Continue Reading →

Late Night Anxiety

The Moon is out. The air is cold. The silence is all around us. It holds us still. We see our breath dance in the air. A cloud of hopes and fears and dreams. The cold is bound to our bones. We stand in silence. The world is too big. We are too small. Everything... Continue Reading →

Saving Daylight

A blood ritual on the altar of time. Rolling back daylight for another hour of sleep. Trading an hour of sleep for eternal night. The people blame it on the farmers. Or blame it on Benjamin Franklin. But we still bring our sacrifices to the altar. Falling backwards in time. Springing forward in time. Trading... Continue Reading →

Living With Evil

Prompt: "You're an exorcist, and this is your most conflicting assignment yet. The demon possessing the child seems to actually be protecting it from abusive parents."   "Thank you for coming, Mr. Casper," The woman at the door said. "No problem, Mrs. Morris," I stepped into the house and then proceeded to hang up my... Continue Reading →

The Truth Teller

Prompt: "You are cursed to forever tell the truth no matter what. Every powerful group in the land is hunting you down because, under moments of great pain, you reflexively speak truths beyond your own knowledge and faculties."   I felt the cold stone underneath my bare feet. The irons wrapped around my wrist, ankles,... Continue Reading →

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