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[WP] Dinner party guests realize they can hear each other's thoughts, but only while seated at the table. | Dave slunk halfway into the chair, scowling as he pulled out his phone.
*God, I don't wanna be here.*
Dave nodded along as though agreeing with himself. He checked his Facebook and Instagram, humming to drown out the sea of conversation floating in from the kitchen. A quick glance up. He locked eyes with Larry at th... | It was instant. Far more instant than what Mr Sheffield had expected. It was a sudden influx of thoughts, ideas, hopes, aspirations and fears...which is what you'd expect from this particular table. He saw it on the faces of the other guests, they would have all been informed of their hosts choice in furniture but it i... | |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | "We respectfully request that the public at large is identified of our existence."
This message had come through the official channels, from the Moix-Thetais. Third message this month. We at the agency had already told them that due to the physiology of the species, official public identification would be impossible. ... | The chopping of helicopter blades sliced the Nevada night, the only sounds in the silence. The helicopter touched down in between several tall hills, invisible to any madmen willing to wander that far into the desert.
Several stories below, the President of the United States sat in a large conference room swarmed by b... | |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | “We still cannot comprehend”
Ambassador Carpenter sat back, hand going up to rub his forehead. It wouldn’t help the incipient headache he could feel coming on, but it made him feel a bit better. He caught himself right before he removed the tinted goggles that protected his eyes.
“Look. We cannot reveal you to the... | The chopping of helicopter blades sliced the Nevada night, the only sounds in the silence. The helicopter touched down in between several tall hills, invisible to any madmen willing to wander that far into the desert.
Several stories below, the President of the United States sat in a large conference room swarmed by b... | |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | "We respectfully request that the public at large is identified of our existence."
This message had come through the official channels, from the Moix-Thetais. Third message this month. We at the agency had already told them that due to the physiology of the species, official public identification would be impossible. ... | *When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed. - Marilyn Manson*
We had been the first to make contact. Accidentally some may say, nevertheless it was still true. Now here we are, barricaded behind an abandoned bank vault as those fucking vampires try to cut their way inside.
It had to... | |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | “We still cannot comprehend”
Ambassador Carpenter sat back, hand going up to rub his forehead. It wouldn’t help the incipient headache he could feel coming on, but it made him feel a bit better. He caught himself right before he removed the tinted goggles that protected his eyes.
“Look. We cannot reveal you to the... | *When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed. - Marilyn Manson*
We had been the first to make contact. Accidentally some may say, nevertheless it was still true. Now here we are, barricaded behind an abandoned bank vault as those fucking vampires try to cut their way inside.
It had to... | |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | “We still cannot comprehend”
Ambassador Carpenter sat back, hand going up to rub his forehead. It wouldn’t help the incipient headache he could feel coming on, but it made him feel a bit better. He caught himself right before he removed the tinted goggles that protected his eyes.
“Look. We cannot reveal you to the... | A shaky knock at the door came on the hour, as it always did. John looked at his partner, who had a demonic smile on his face.
"Goddamn man, lay off the poor little fucks would you?"
"No... I don't think I will."
Kevin grabbed his truncheon and yanked the door open. A small glowing humanoid stood at the door of wha... | |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | "Seriously, Ted, come on!"
I push my glasses back up my nose and repeat my answer. "Sorry, Gerboloxicashitayvius-kkpul. We just can't authorize public exposure at this time. Also, my name is Steve."
"Sorry, *Steve*." Said Gerby "Your name's are ridiculous! Why can't we let the people of your world know? Huh? Why, Pau... | # Request
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[WP] In this world, you can instantaneously teach somebody a new skill and trade or give them a precious memory of yours, but once you give it away, you lose it yourself. | The night of our wedding, after the party had died, Kelly and I sat in the confetti, spilled drinks and scuff marks of the now dimly lit dance floor and contemplated one another. I still remember; her eyes a liquid blue, always searching, examining, trying hard to see behind my own. It was this that first made me lov... | Out of the 30 who escaped the farm there were only two of us left. Devon lead the way. He had the tracking and hiking knowledge now. He had gotten it from Harry, who in turn had received it from Fran. He led us between rows of pines, down the hill and to a small stream. Out of breath we collapsed at the bank. ... | |
[WP] In this world, you can instantaneously teach somebody a new skill and trade or give them a precious memory of yours, but once you give it away, you lose it yourself. | The night of our wedding, after the party had died, Kelly and I sat in the confetti, spilled drinks and scuff marks of the now dimly lit dance floor and contemplated one another. I still remember; her eyes a liquid blue, always searching, examining, trying hard to see behind my own. It was this that first made me lov... | I was only 8 when I gave my first memory. Such a young age- most people waited until 16 for their first transfer; it was much safer, you could be properly trained, and you were considered to be more responsible for any memory loss you later regretted.
Now, I can't remember exactly what it was that made the summer so n... | |
[WP] In this world, you can instantaneously teach somebody a new skill and trade or give them a precious memory of yours, but once you give it away, you lose it yourself. | "I don't have much left to trade."
The old man studied me silently, toothpick hanging idly out of his mouth, as if gauging just how much he should charge for his lesson. The longer his assessment went on, the more likely it was that he'd turn me away empty handed. His reputation for being a tough trader to satisfy w... | "No!" "Stop!" "You can't do this!"
Screams rippled along the line of men and women, chained together in single file by a long iron vein running between their waists. It fed into clasps around their wrists, while rugged men with AK-47s and green bulletproof vests rode alongside in black, uncovered Jeeps.
A few of t... | |
[WP] A conversation between strangers at a bus stop. | "It's always raining when I have to take the bus." Peter said to no one in particular. He hugged his coat close about him and raised his collar against the misting rain blowing in to the shed where he waited.
"Could be worse." Sasha mumbled, stamping her feet to keep the blood circulating.
"I don't see how." He repli... | "Are you a hoodlum?"
"Excuse me?"
"Are you a hoodlum? My mom says that people with weird-colored hair and black clothes are hoodlums."
"Yeah? Well you better stay away from me then, huh."
"Nope, I never do what my mom says."
"Oh yeah? And why's that?"
"So she'll stop drinking that weird stuff and notice me more. ... | |
This was adapted from an idea put forward in an Askreddit post. I thought it would make for an interesting story idea.
Thanks for any responses | [WP] World War 3 breaks out between the USA and Russia, leaving the American and Russian astronauts on the International Space Station stranded. | Sergei sobs gently. I can't see the tears running down his face, his visor obscures that. But I can hear him quietly sobbing. And I can see him, floating there, suspended, gazing towards that giant blue marble.
Only it isn't so blue anymore. Nuclear fire fills its atmosphere.
I'm floating only a few metres away from... | It was 1000 GMT when the signals went dead. 0600 New York time, where Jim grew up. He wondered now, fleetingly, if he would ever see the Burroughs again. If he never made it back, he’d never see his father’s grave either. Thankfully he passed away a couple of months ago, and did not have to go through the trial by fire... |
This was adapted from an idea put forward in an Askreddit post. I thought it would make for an interesting story idea.
Thanks for any responses | [WP] World War 3 breaks out between the USA and Russia, leaving the American and Russian astronauts on the International Space Station stranded. | Sergei sobs gently. I can't see the tears running down his face, his visor obscures that. But I can hear him quietly sobbing. And I can see him, floating there, suspended, gazing towards that giant blue marble.
Only it isn't so blue anymore. Nuclear fire fills its atmosphere.
I'm floating only a few metres away from... | When the klaxon had stopped blaring, the crew wandered to the Earthside cupola, somberly watching the indigo and malachite land as it flowed past. The ICBMs streaked across the darkening horizon, fading away as they dropped through the exosphere. "Impact in 10 seconds." A man sobbed softly. Peter squeezed Valeriya's ha... |
This was adapted from an idea put forward in an Askreddit post. I thought it would make for an interesting story idea.
Thanks for any responses | [WP] World War 3 breaks out between the USA and Russia, leaving the American and Russian astronauts on the International Space Station stranded. | Sergei sobs gently. I can't see the tears running down his face, his visor obscures that. But I can hear him quietly sobbing. And I can see him, floating there, suspended, gazing towards that giant blue marble.
Only it isn't so blue anymore. Nuclear fire fills its atmosphere.
I'm floating only a few metres away from... | Tyurin spat. It had been three days since he was ordered to close the hatch on the Americans. Men he had known and become close friends with, he could now only see through the hatch window, and speak with only when the safety of the station was in question.
He looked at his two colleagues, both had dejected expressi... |
This was adapted from an idea put forward in an Askreddit post. I thought it would make for an interesting story idea.
Thanks for any responses | [WP] World War 3 breaks out between the USA and Russia, leaving the American and Russian astronauts on the International Space Station stranded. | Sergei sobs gently. I can't see the tears running down his face, his visor obscures that. But I can hear him quietly sobbing. And I can see him, floating there, suspended, gazing towards that giant blue marble.
Only it isn't so blue anymore. Nuclear fire fills its atmosphere.
I'm floating only a few metres away from... | Edit: my first attempt ever, please be gentle..
Sitting there, side by side, they were watching though the small window at the world below them. burning. Thank God someone once though it a good joke to pack some microwave popcorn in one of the food packages they had received a few months ago. If there ever was a day... |
[WP] You can see the darkest secret of everyone you meet. As you enter your house, expecting to see the usual abusive father story of your spouse, you stop; it has changed. | [Great Prompt! I’m late to the party, but here goes nothing]
I’m thinking of becoming a pro poker player. Daniel Negreanu, Jamie Goyd, Johnny Chan, et al. They’d have nothing on me. They’re too professional. They care too much. Radio waves sing their excitement through the air, straight to me. I don’t have to look ha... | So long. Sorry.
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Development was going really slow this month...but today I did a record amount of work! It felt good to be finished and as I pack up my desk I start to think about my husband, Issac. I hope he's back from work. If he is home, I think we should go out to dinner.
He'd be so shocked! I don't like to... | |
[WP] You can see the darkest secret of everyone you meet. As you enter your house, expecting to see the usual abusive father story of your spouse, you stop; it has changed. | Silence was my first clue. Instead of the usual chaotic jubilee greeting me at the door, there was just a dusty, entombed silence. I slipped my designer sunglasses into my jacket pocket, set down my nearly empty briefcase, and craned my neck for a view of the steps.
"Hello? Where's my fanfare?" I tease, calling do... | So long. Sorry.
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Development was going really slow this month...but today I did a record amount of work! It felt good to be finished and as I pack up my desk I start to think about my husband, Issac. I hope he's back from work. If he is home, I think we should go out to dinner.
He'd be so shocked! I don't like to... | |
[WP] You can see the darkest secret of everyone you meet. As you enter your house, expecting to see the usual abusive father story of your spouse, you stop; it has changed. | The minutes ticked by today at the office as I shuffled through more paperwork but I’m finally pulling into the driveway at home. The clock on the dashboard of my car shows 6:23, almost 40 minutes later than my usual time arriving home. Traffic congestion slowing me down and only made worse by the suffocating heat risi... | I came back from my trip expecting the usual argument with the wife, about who I was with or if I was cheating on her, always ending with me telling her that we can see each others' darkest secrets and her stopping instantly with a grim look on her face.
I'd never done anything of any note myself, other than having a... | |
[WP] You can see the darkest secret of everyone you meet. As you enter your house, expecting to see the usual abusive father story of your spouse, you stop; it has changed. | Travis was used to smelling blood. A lot of peoples' secrets involved bloodshed in some form or fashion. Most that did involve blood were from self harmers. A whiff of iron followed by brief flashes of open wounds either on wrists, thighs, and on rare occasion, genitalia. Travis was used to that.
He wasn't, however, u... | Sarah was a nice woman. Troubled, but interesting. Very attractive. She was obsessed with me through out highschool. "If you ever leave" and stuff like that.
She had a terrible past, and I knew it. I saw her father. The terrifying thing was that his abuse of her, it wasn't the worst thing he had done.
I had seen what... | |
Imagine what would happen if we all treated each other the way we treat each other on social networks. | [WP] People act in real life the way they do online. | *This is my first attempt at a writing prompt. I know it is pretty boring, but I figured it'd be good to get some practice. I'd love to hear what I should improve upon. I want to apologize in advance for any errors, as well. It's late and I'm not feeling like going through and editing everything.*
Henry hated it. All ... | I passed another stream of obscenities. An older man, nearing the age of retirement, was in a heated discussion with a boy young enough to be his grandson. I caught the words "liberal", "hippy", "twat", and "retard" before I walked on. Political discussion were near-impossible to have. The "sides" would eventually ... |
Imagine what would happen if we all treated each other the way we treat each other on social networks. | [WP] People act in real life the way they do online. | *This is my first attempt at a writing prompt. I know it is pretty boring, but I figured it'd be good to get some practice. I'd love to hear what I should improve upon. I want to apologize in advance for any errors, as well. It's late and I'm not feeling like going through and editing everything.*
Henry hated it. All ... | "Like, like, like," Tiffany said as she pointed at each of her classmates. "Dislike, like, like, ew toats dislike!"
"Dislike," Heather announced, pointing at Tiffany. "You're face looks like a huge turd!"
"Well I dislike you!" Tiffany screamed.
But Heather didn't care. She walked away with Tiffany's friends.
Tiffan... |
Imagine what would happen if we all treated each other the way we treat each other on social networks. | [WP] People act in real life the way they do online. | **NSFW: language** *I hope this isn't too boring or disconnected. I don't usually create such long-winded WP posts. And please pardon any spelling and grammatical errors; I don't have Word installed on this computer yet, so typed the whole thing in the tiny, blind-spotted box.*
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John stared at his open closet... | I had to hand approve this post. Reddit has your account shadowbanned. Us regular users don't get to know why, but the folks at /r/shadowban might be able to help you figure it out and get things sorted out. |
Imagine what would happen if we all treated each other the way we treat each other on social networks. | [WP] People act in real life the way they do online. | *So, I don't think this is NSFW, but if it is, please let me know. As for formatting, I decided to use the Hashtag symbol instead of spelling out the word. If you think I should have formatted it differently, let me know. As a final disclaimer, this is just meant to be funny. I mean no offense, if I somehow did offend ... | I had to hand approve this post. Reddit has your account shadowbanned. Us regular users don't get to know why, but the folks at /r/shadowban might be able to help you figure it out and get things sorted out. |
[WP] Write a story about the perfect girl/boy. | He's kind- not the typical kind where you have to be kind in a certain situation because society would frown upon any other act. No, he's the genuine type of kind.
He's the person that puts others' needs way before his own; he lives on the smiles of his friends and family.
He's the person who would face his biggest... | She got that booty and it bounces when it walks and I say damn girl | |
[WP] Write a story about the perfect girl/boy. | Finally. I did it. He's dead. I call the Pope. "Francis" I address him. "Yes, my son." I look down at the true messiah, born of a miracle to a virgin Israeli 16 years a go, lying in his own blood. "I got him, the Church is safe."
| I'm in over my head. I mean, is this girl really flirting with me? She uses her left hand to pull back her dark brown hair behind her ear, revealing small silver earrings. Catching me day dreaming, she shoots me a quick smile.
I laugh myself, "Sorry, I've just... You know."
Jesus, what am I doing? What did I just say... | |
[WP] Write a story about the perfect girl/boy. | Finally. I did it. He's dead. I call the Pope. "Francis" I address him. "Yes, my son." I look down at the true messiah, born of a miracle to a virgin Israeli 16 years a go, lying in his own blood. "I got him, the Church is safe."
| Her eyes twinkled softly in the moonlight on the veranda. Soft cello music wafted through the air, lulling myself, my companion, and the crickets hidden in the surrounding greenery into a soft sense of security. The restaurant grew slowly more deserted as the night wore on, until about 11:30 when we elected to return t... | |
[WP] Write a story about the perfect girl/boy. | Finally. I did it. He's dead. I call the Pope. "Francis" I address him. "Yes, my son." I look down at the true messiah, born of a miracle to a virgin Israeli 16 years a go, lying in his own blood. "I got him, the Church is safe."
| He's tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. Slightly scruffy with big arms. A beautiful smile with kinda eyes that contribute to this gravity that seems to surround him. I watch him when he talks, so naturally, to people who have desire written in their eyes. He's, of course, oblivious to this. He has a deep voice, which ... | |
[WP] Write a story about the perfect girl/boy. | "Well hello there good looking" I say to the handsome chunk of man meat just down the bar from me. I hope that drunkenness doesn't come across in my voice, but the angel I'm talking to doesn't seem to have noticed. He's just looking at me like I'm the only person that matters.
"So. You come here often?" Normally I'd c... | He's tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. Slightly scruffy with big arms. A beautiful smile with kinda eyes that contribute to this gravity that seems to surround him. I watch him when he talks, so naturally, to people who have desire written in their eyes. He's, of course, oblivious to this. He has a deep voice, which ... | |
[WP] The plane you are in are about to crash with probably no survivors, everyone is panicking except you. Why are you smiling? | I look around at the panicked screaming, the mothers huddled to children, the flight attendants spending their last
moments with their coworkers. The pilots had both died. The fuselage was on fire. Everyone thought they were going to die, but I reclined in my chair and turned up my music. I would be fine, you see, bec... | My perfect sleep was interrupted by the sounds of cries and panics. A mother rushing to her kids, crying and weeping while hugging them. Even the little men that scream and shout during the whole trip followed. An eldery woman clenched a picture of her grandson; her weep sounded like my mother's.
Me? I rested my head... | |
[WP] The plane you are in are about to crash with probably no survivors, everyone is panicking except you. Why are you smiling? | I look around at the panicked screaming, the mothers huddled to children, the flight attendants spending their last
moments with their coworkers. The pilots had both died. The fuselage was on fire. Everyone thought they were going to die, but I reclined in my chair and turned up my music. I would be fine, you see, bec... | It's funny how some people fear death so deeply. In a whirlwind of screams of terror, crying children and the heavy jerks of my plane seat, everything seems so clear. It doesn't seem to phase me, all is numb. I clench my armrests as I feel his eyes on me, panicked eyes filled with tears. I look up and see him whimper. ... | |
[WP] The plane you are in are about to crash with probably no survivors, everyone is panicking except you. Why are you smiling? | I look around at the panicked screaming, the mothers huddled to children, the flight attendants spending their last
moments with their coworkers. The pilots had both died. The fuselage was on fire. Everyone thought they were going to die, but I reclined in my chair and turned up my music. I would be fine, you see, bec... | Hellfire roared from outside my rightside window as the engine exploded, much like a tomato it's juices spewed out of it and roared in inferno. Even through the window on the plain I could feel the heat dance over my face, including my smile.
The other people on the plane had started screaming. Until now there hadn't... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | For a moment she felt remorse before her sanity slipped
Once more her fingers touched a cold corpse
Remembering the allure of her elusive love
Blood ran in the grooves between the tiles
In through her nose came the scent of those forgotten
Death itself causing all life to retreat
Darkness' fingers crept toward he... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | Rosa kneeled in front of the folding chair, tying a man’s ankles to it with twine. She cocked her head to examine the knots. Satisfied, she looked up at the man.
“He’s not ugly like they say, you know?”
Gagged with an old dishrag, the man struggled to escape the restraints. He looked at the door, willing anyo... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | Death rolled over slowly, his orbless eyes glancing over at the vibrating tablet on his nightstand. From under the covers, a bony hand made its way past a bottle of Ambien, pausing for a moment as if hesitating. Against his better judgement, he picked it up and swiped at the screen, a pop-up window immediately illumi... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | Mindy giggled.
"My love," she teased in a sing-song tone.
The mist formed a figure in front of the newly dead body. Mindy smiled as the figure of her lover appeared. "You caused such a mess this time." Death smiled at the mutilated body on the ground.
"Anything for you." Mindy approached her star-crossed lover. H... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | "Death I have missed you so much, that sweet touch when the hair raises on the back of my neck, the way you make my heart heart race, how you are always watching over me. I will never forgot our first time together. First was my husband. That was all before I loved you Death, before I knew that I would never love any... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The first time I caught a glimpse of Him was behind the tool shed when Grampa's heart beat for the last time. Granny shooed me away to call for help, and as I trotted toward the house, I craned my neck to see the body. Instead, my gaze met a pair of piercing blue eyes that sent a cold jolt of desire through my thirteen... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She had seen him only once before when she was 13 years old. That was enough. She had not felt love before or since that moment, her family in the hospital, her mother in tears saying goodbye to her dying father. As a young girl she felt oddly disconnected from the experience of death. She tried not to pay attention to... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | There! She rushes into the hallway, the smile catches on her lips and falls. Confusion plays across her face as she turns back to the room. The shadow slips from the body and away from her. "No!" she yells out. A powerless command. Tears well in her eyes, frustration brings her bloodied hands to her face raking her nai... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | Mindy giggled.
"My love," she teased in a sing-song tone.
The mist formed a figure in front of the newly dead body. Mindy smiled as the figure of her lover appeared. "You caused such a mess this time." Death smiled at the mutilated body on the ground.
"Anything for you." Mindy approached her star-crossed lover. H... | First time posting on WritingPrompts, constructive criticism would be* highly appreciated.
The sun was in full force that day, unhindered by a cloudless baby blue sky, drawing the august haze out of the ground that turned everything into a shimmering panoramic mirage. It was hot and as Josie drove down the dusty dirt... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | "Death I have missed you so much, that sweet touch when the hair raises on the back of my neck, the way you make my heart heart race, how you are always watching over me. I will never forgot our first time together. First was my husband. That was all before I loved you Death, before I knew that I would never love any... | First time posting on WritingPrompts, constructive criticism would be* highly appreciated.
The sun was in full force that day, unhindered by a cloudless baby blue sky, drawing the august haze out of the ground that turned everything into a shimmering panoramic mirage. It was hot and as Josie drove down the dusty dirt... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The first time I caught a glimpse of Him was behind the tool shed when Grampa's heart beat for the last time. Granny shooed me away to call for help, and as I trotted toward the house, I craned my neck to see the body. Instead, my gaze met a pair of piercing blue eyes that sent a cold jolt of desire through my thirteen... | First time posting on WritingPrompts, constructive criticism would be* highly appreciated.
The sun was in full force that day, unhindered by a cloudless baby blue sky, drawing the august haze out of the ground that turned everything into a shimmering panoramic mirage. It was hot and as Josie drove down the dusty dirt... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | First time posting on WritingPrompts, constructive criticism would be* highly appreciated.
The sun was in full force that day, unhindered by a cloudless baby blue sky, drawing the august haze out of the ground that turned everything into a shimmering panoramic mirage. It was hot and as Josie drove down the dusty dirt... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | First time posting on WritingPrompts, constructive criticism would be* highly appreciated.
The sun was in full force that day, unhindered by a cloudless baby blue sky, drawing the august haze out of the ground that turned everything into a shimmering panoramic mirage. It was hot and as Josie drove down the dusty dirt... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The first time I caught a glimpse of Him was behind the tool shed when Grampa's heart beat for the last time. Granny shooed me away to call for help, and as I trotted toward the house, I craned my neck to see the body. Instead, my gaze met a pair of piercing blue eyes that sent a cold jolt of desire through my thirteen... | She felt guilty that she felt so happy.
But tonight was her night, after all.
The white was now stained red, as he had told her. Jason was on the floor, and she felt accomplished. Seeing Death once was not enough, and hey, what's a better way to dump a fiancé? She much rather go for sullen cheekbones than a blob of fat... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | She felt guilty that she felt so happy.
But tonight was her night, after all.
The white was now stained red, as he had told her. Jason was on the floor, and she felt accomplished. Seeing Death once was not enough, and hey, what's a better way to dump a fiancé? She much rather go for sullen cheekbones than a blob of fat... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The first time I caught a glimpse of Him was behind the tool shed when Grampa's heart beat for the last time. Granny shooed me away to call for help, and as I trotted toward the house, I craned my neck to see the body. Instead, my gaze met a pair of piercing blue eyes that sent a cold jolt of desire through my thirteen... | I expected this. I even anticipated this, but I was nevertheless scared. The straps on my arms hurt a bit. They tied me too tight, but I didn’t think it mattered anymore. Not much did at this point.
The looks on their faces showed no mercy or regrets. I would swear that I caught a gleam of satisfaction. They believed ... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | I expected this. I even anticipated this, but I was nevertheless scared. The straps on my arms hurt a bit. They tied me too tight, but I didn’t think it mattered anymore. Not much did at this point.
The looks on their faces showed no mercy or regrets. I would swear that I caught a gleam of satisfaction. They believed ... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The first time I caught a glimpse of Him was behind the tool shed when Grampa's heart beat for the last time. Granny shooed me away to call for help, and as I trotted toward the house, I craned my neck to see the body. Instead, my gaze met a pair of piercing blue eyes that sent a cold jolt of desire through my thirteen... | The woman who called herself Sable Rose, but who had been born Katherine Elizabeth Teller, crossed the rain-slicked street slowly, purposefully, a sensible black leather purse clutched tightly in her right hand. The entity mankind had named Death watched from the shadows, marking her every step with care. The woman rea... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | The woman who called herself Sable Rose, but who had been born Katherine Elizabeth Teller, crossed the rain-slicked street slowly, purposefully, a sensible black leather purse clutched tightly in her right hand. The entity mankind had named Death watched from the shadows, marking her every step with care. The woman rea... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The first time I caught a glimpse of Him was behind the tool shed when Grampa's heart beat for the last time. Granny shooed me away to call for help, and as I trotted toward the house, I craned my neck to see the body. Instead, my gaze met a pair of piercing blue eyes that sent a cold jolt of desire through my thirteen... | The serial killer inaccurately called the Black Widow, aka the Dame (or Diva) of Death, waited in silence. It wouldn’t be long before *he* showed up. She wiped a clear oval in the fog on the bathroom’s mirror and used it to check her make-up, thumbing away a smudge of lipstick and wiping it on a towel.
Beside her, the... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | The serial killer inaccurately called the Black Widow, aka the Dame (or Diva) of Death, waited in silence. It wouldn’t be long before *he* showed up. She wiped a clear oval in the fog on the bathroom’s mirror and used it to check her make-up, thumbing away a smudge of lipstick and wiping it on a towel.
Beside her, the... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | ...soon it was not enough to just get a glimpse of him, she wanted more. She started to become jelous of the dead from seeing him escorting all of her victims. The woman could not bear the heartbreak, she wanted to feel the warmth embrace of death so she goes to the top of a building and jumps with a smile on her face... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | "Sally, all you ever talk about is getting boned," said Herbert, shortly before he was decapitated by an out-of-control bus.
Years ago, when she was young and had just started using the family computer, Sally stumbled across one of the more disturbing facets of internet pornography. The 'art' was a Japanese comic that... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | The blonde/ blue eyed woman appeared as a goddess to him. Everything that he had ever done was motivated in trying to make her happy. He had gone to the darkest depths of the human soul just to see her smile.
The chambers were the only place she seemed truly happy. Not the room itself or the grand scheme involved in f... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | The flash of her camera made the dark blood bright again, splattered across the wall behind where the man was standing before she put a bullet through his head.
“Come on…” she whispered, bringing the viewfinder to her shadowed eye. “Please…”
Another flash illuminated the tapestry of gore splashed against the wall and... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | The first time was blue.
Fatal car accident.
Supposedly fatal car accident.
She appeared blue, but as he approached, she turned.
"...That's new."
In his state of awe, she escaped his grasp, resuscitated by the EMT.
"How curious."
He was bored of the usual by now, after a eternity of it.
Humans had their intrigue at t... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | The classical symphonie traced through the room; Carl Vine's Sonata No. 1, her favorite. Only as usual..she didn't hear it. Her mind was racing and overwealmed with the task at hand. Her young and handsome guest was sprawled out before her on the marble flooring. It was a lie, though. Killing someone was never 'easier'... | Just as their lips were ready to touch, Anne Leone raised the blade to the man’s throat. It went through easy, just as expected. She had learned through trial and error just the right angle, just the right pressure, and just the right kind of blade to ensure her victim stayed living for just a few moments. It was impor... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She had seen him only once before when she was 13 years old. That was enough. She had not felt love before or since that moment, her family in the hospital, her mother in tears saying goodbye to her dying father. As a young girl she felt oddly disconnected from the experience of death. She tried not to pay attention to... | For a moment she felt remorse before her sanity slipped
Once more her fingers touched a cold corpse
Remembering the allure of her elusive love
Blood ran in the grooves between the tiles
In through her nose came the scent of those forgotten
Death itself causing all life to retreat
Darkness' fingers crept toward he... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | For a moment she felt remorse before her sanity slipped
Once more her fingers touched a cold corpse
Remembering the allure of her elusive love
Blood ran in the grooves between the tiles
In through her nose came the scent of those forgotten
Death itself causing all life to retreat
Darkness' fingers crept toward he... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | For a moment she felt remorse before her sanity slipped
Once more her fingers touched a cold corpse
Remembering the allure of her elusive love
Blood ran in the grooves between the tiles
In through her nose came the scent of those forgotten
Death itself causing all life to retreat
Darkness' fingers crept toward he... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | Rosa kneeled in front of the folding chair, tying a man’s ankles to it with twine. She cocked her head to examine the knots. Satisfied, she looked up at the man.
“He’s not ugly like they say, you know?”
Gagged with an old dishrag, the man struggled to escape the restraints. He looked at the door, willing anyo... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | Rosa kneeled in front of the folding chair, tying a man’s ankles to it with twine. She cocked her head to examine the knots. Satisfied, she looked up at the man.
“He’s not ugly like they say, you know?”
Gagged with an old dishrag, the man struggled to escape the restraints. He looked at the door, willing anyo... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | Death rolled over slowly, his orbless eyes glancing over at the vibrating tablet on his nightstand. From under the covers, a bony hand made its way past a bottle of Ambien, pausing for a moment as if hesitating. Against his better judgement, he picked it up and swiped at the screen, a pop-up window immediately illumi... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | Death rolled over slowly, his orbless eyes glancing over at the vibrating tablet on his nightstand. From under the covers, a bony hand made its way past a bottle of Ambien, pausing for a moment as if hesitating. Against his better judgement, he picked it up and swiped at the screen, a pop-up window immediately illumi... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | Mindy giggled.
"My love," she teased in a sing-song tone.
The mist formed a figure in front of the newly dead body. Mindy smiled as the figure of her lover appeared. "You caused such a mess this time." Death smiled at the mutilated body on the ground.
"Anything for you." Mindy approached her star-crossed lover. H... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | "Death I have missed you so much, that sweet touch when the hair raises on the back of my neck, the way you make my heart heart race, how you are always watching over me. I will never forgot our first time together. First was my husband. That was all before I loved you Death, before I knew that I would never love any... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | Another night, another bloodstained knife. The daylight gave way to darkness as the candlelight flickered and the streets outside quickly became deserted.
He had put up a fight, this one. It had become routine and she had been careless, even arrogant as she settled back into it. The knife that was missing from the di... | The cold shiver running down her spine. A feeling she had become all too familiar with. As the razor slight at her soft, tender wrists.
"Soon we shall meet again, for you and I belong to each other."
In a swift movement, the blood begins to flow. The smell wafted in the breeze and her anticipation grows.
As she slum... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | The cold shiver running down her spine. A feeling she had become all too familiar with. As the razor slight at her soft, tender wrists.
"Soon we shall meet again, for you and I belong to each other."
In a swift movement, the blood begins to flow. The smell wafted in the breeze and her anticipation grows.
As she slum... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | The cold shiver running down her spine. A feeling she had become all too familiar with. As the razor slight at her soft, tender wrists.
"Soon we shall meet again, for you and I belong to each other."
In a swift movement, the blood begins to flow. The smell wafted in the breeze and her anticipation grows.
As she slum... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She held the dying woman's hand. The woman, old, sick, in pain, and lonely looked up at the pretty red head. "Thank you," she whispered. Her voice was weak, but happy - hopeful.
The young lady smiled and held the older woman's hand tighter. "My pleasure," she responded.
The sick woman, the tired woman, closed her ey... | The cold shiver running down her spine. A feeling she had become all too familiar with. As the razor slight at her soft, tender wrists.
"Soon we shall meet again, for you and I belong to each other."
In a swift movement, the blood begins to flow. The smell wafted in the breeze and her anticipation grows.
As she slum... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | She had seen him only once before when she was 13 years old. That was enough. She had not felt love before or since that moment, her family in the hospital, her mother in tears saying goodbye to her dying father. As a young girl she felt oddly disconnected from the experience of death. She tried not to pay attention to... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | She had seen him only once before when she was 13 years old. That was enough. She had not felt love before or since that moment, her family in the hospital, her mother in tears saying goodbye to her dying father. As a young girl she felt oddly disconnected from the experience of death. She tried not to pay attention to... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | Another night, another bloodstained knife. The daylight gave way to darkness as the candlelight flickered and the streets outside quickly became deserted.
He had put up a fight, this one. It had become routine and she had been careless, even arrogant as she settled back into it. The knife that was missing from the di... | Crimson walls, muffled moans. Soul escaping into the unknown.
Sure enough Death answered the call, as he had done so many times before.
She looked at him with ecstasy, hoping it would last an eternity.
This time was different she knew for sure, for she would be with him, evermore.
Serenity fading, madness invadin... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | Crimson walls, muffled moans. Soul escaping into the unknown.
Sure enough Death answered the call, as he had done so many times before.
She looked at him with ecstasy, hoping it would last an eternity.
This time was different she knew for sure, for she would be with him, evermore.
Serenity fading, madness invadin... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | Crimson walls, muffled moans. Soul escaping into the unknown.
Sure enough Death answered the call, as he had done so many times before.
She looked at him with ecstasy, hoping it would last an eternity.
This time was different she knew for sure, for she would be with him, evermore.
Serenity fading, madness invadin... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | * *I'll preface this by saying that I never write for fun. But something about this prompt made me want to jump in. Apologies for the amateur nature of the following.*
I never should have let her in. Two hundred years of being careful, of being guarded. All that time and work, lost because I was lonely. Sandra and her... | Crimson walls, muffled moans. Soul escaping into the unknown.
Sure enough Death answered the call, as he had done so many times before.
She looked at him with ecstasy, hoping it would last an eternity.
This time was different she knew for sure, for she would be with him, evermore.
Serenity fading, madness invadin... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She held the dying woman's hand. The woman, old, sick, in pain, and lonely looked up at the pretty red head. "Thank you," she whispered. Her voice was weak, but happy - hopeful.
The young lady smiled and held the older woman's hand tighter. "My pleasure," she responded.
The sick woman, the tired woman, closed her ey... | Crimson walls, muffled moans. Soul escaping into the unknown.
Sure enough Death answered the call, as he had done so many times before.
She looked at him with ecstasy, hoping it would last an eternity.
This time was different she knew for sure, for she would be with him, evermore.
Serenity fading, madness invadin... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | Another night, another bloodstained knife. The daylight gave way to darkness as the candlelight flickered and the streets outside quickly became deserted.
He had put up a fight, this one. It had become routine and she had been careless, even arrogant as she settled back into it. The knife that was missing from the di... | "Urngh.. wh..what?" The man twisted his neck to look at the face of his killer. His hands reached weakly for the knife tip protruding from his chest as he collapsed on the floor.
She gazed downward silently, emotionless. Long ago she stopped apologizing, asking for forgiveness, because to ask for forgiveness means you... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She waited, nameless, and breathless. Her hands jagged with the dirt of struggle, though her fingers and thumbs clean where they came in deep contact with the homeless mans throat. She never thought they would have been so clean.
From the day she watched Deaths beautiful figure glide in the smoke of her fathers last c... | "Urngh.. wh..what?" The man twisted his neck to look at the face of his killer. His hands reached weakly for the knife tip protruding from his chest as he collapsed on the floor.
She gazed downward silently, emotionless. Long ago she stopped apologizing, asking for forgiveness, because to ask for forgiveness means you... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | "Urngh.. wh..what?" The man twisted his neck to look at the face of his killer. His hands reached weakly for the knife tip protruding from his chest as he collapsed on the floor.
She gazed downward silently, emotionless. Long ago she stopped apologizing, asking for forgiveness, because to ask for forgiveness means you... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She held the dying woman's hand. The woman, old, sick, in pain, and lonely looked up at the pretty red head. "Thank you," she whispered. Her voice was weak, but happy - hopeful.
The young lady smiled and held the older woman's hand tighter. "My pleasure," she responded.
The sick woman, the tired woman, closed her ey... | "Urngh.. wh..what?" The man twisted his neck to look at the face of his killer. His hands reached weakly for the knife tip protruding from his chest as he collapsed on the floor.
She gazed downward silently, emotionless. Long ago she stopped apologizing, asking for forgiveness, because to ask for forgiveness means you... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She stood alone on the roof. The wind blew faintly, whistling through the bulletholes in a final protest. A smile threatened to leap forth, but she kept it in check. This was the best part.
The temperature dropped, and the surrounding light seemed to dim. There he was. He strode confidently among the bodies, leading t... | The air slowly became dense and cold, and darkness began to creep forward, the shadows on the walls spilling out and consuming the room. She was unsure if this was due 'his' return or the heavy burden she felt from what she had done. She sat there crumpled, her head lowered and her soul sombre. The light seemed to slow... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | The air slowly became dense and cold, and darkness began to creep forward, the shadows on the walls spilling out and consuming the room. She was unsure if this was due 'his' return or the heavy burden she felt from what she had done. She sat there crumpled, her head lowered and her soul sombre. The light seemed to slow... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | * *I'll preface this by saying that I never write for fun. But something about this prompt made me want to jump in. Apologies for the amateur nature of the following.*
I never should have let her in. Two hundred years of being careful, of being guarded. All that time and work, lost because I was lonely. Sandra and her... | The air slowly became dense and cold, and darkness began to creep forward, the shadows on the walls spilling out and consuming the room. She was unsure if this was due 'his' return or the heavy burden she felt from what she had done. She sat there crumpled, her head lowered and her soul sombre. The light seemed to slow... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She held the dying woman's hand. The woman, old, sick, in pain, and lonely looked up at the pretty red head. "Thank you," she whispered. Her voice was weak, but happy - hopeful.
The young lady smiled and held the older woman's hand tighter. "My pleasure," she responded.
The sick woman, the tired woman, closed her ey... | The air slowly became dense and cold, and darkness began to creep forward, the shadows on the walls spilling out and consuming the room. She was unsure if this was due 'his' return or the heavy burden she felt from what she had done. She sat there crumpled, her head lowered and her soul sombre. The light seemed to slow... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She stood alone on the roof. The wind blew faintly, whistling through the bulletholes in a final protest. A smile threatened to leap forth, but she kept it in check. This was the best part.
The temperature dropped, and the surrounding light seemed to dim. There he was. He strode confidently among the bodies, leading t... | In a darkened bedroom, a woman is panting from exertion, sweat beading on her forehead and mixed with her light brown hair. Anxiously, she wipes the perspiration from her forehead and does an impromptu styling of her hair. Her light green eyes scan the room, waiting for her lover to return, finally taking in the bedroo... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | In a darkened bedroom, a woman is panting from exertion, sweat beading on her forehead and mixed with her light brown hair. Anxiously, she wipes the perspiration from her forehead and does an impromptu styling of her hair. Her light green eyes scan the room, waiting for her lover to return, finally taking in the bedroo... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | * *I'll preface this by saying that I never write for fun. But something about this prompt made me want to jump in. Apologies for the amateur nature of the following.*
I never should have let her in. Two hundred years of being careful, of being guarded. All that time and work, lost because I was lonely. Sandra and her... | In a darkened bedroom, a woman is panting from exertion, sweat beading on her forehead and mixed with her light brown hair. Anxiously, she wipes the perspiration from her forehead and does an impromptu styling of her hair. Her light green eyes scan the room, waiting for her lover to return, finally taking in the bedroo... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She held the dying woman's hand. The woman, old, sick, in pain, and lonely looked up at the pretty red head. "Thank you," she whispered. Her voice was weak, but happy - hopeful.
The young lady smiled and held the older woman's hand tighter. "My pleasure," she responded.
The sick woman, the tired woman, closed her ey... | In a darkened bedroom, a woman is panting from exertion, sweat beading on her forehead and mixed with her light brown hair. Anxiously, she wipes the perspiration from her forehead and does an impromptu styling of her hair. Her light green eyes scan the room, waiting for her lover to return, finally taking in the bedroo... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | Another night, another bloodstained knife. The daylight gave way to darkness as the candlelight flickered and the streets outside quickly became deserted.
He had put up a fight, this one. It had become routine and she had been careless, even arrogant as she settled back into it. The knife that was missing from the di... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | I loved him, that walking pain. The kind that would come after
strangulation and let-free blood. He who would warm my heart. Though his: cold.
I loved him as I tore through the spine of an elderly man, I loved him as he kissed me in those few moments between a mother who cried at the way her children died. At first, ... | Her heart raced as she waited, her breath warm against the wardrobe door she was pressed behind. Time stood almost still as each footstep echoed from the wooden floor. It had been so long. Too long. She needed to see him, to feel him again.
Unable to wait any longer she put the plan she'd rehearsed countless times in... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She stood alone on the roof. The wind blew faintly, whistling through the bulletholes in a final protest. A smile threatened to leap forth, but she kept it in check. This was the best part.
The temperature dropped, and the surrounding light seemed to dim. There he was. He strode confidently among the bodies, leading t... | Her heart raced as she waited, her breath warm against the wardrobe door she was pressed behind. Time stood almost still as each footstep echoed from the wooden floor. It had been so long. Too long. She needed to see him, to feel him again.
Unable to wait any longer she put the plan she'd rehearsed countless times in... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | At first I lived in wedded bliss,
No other did I crave.
Until my husband felt Death's kiss,
And took an early grave.
I saw him fade in by his side,
Upon that chilling bed.
His face the sweeping cloak did hide,
The Master of the Dead.
A feeling swept upon my heart,
A love novel and strong.
Was Death my... | Her heart raced as she waited, her breath warm against the wardrobe door she was pressed behind. Time stood almost still as each footstep echoed from the wooden floor. It had been so long. Too long. She needed to see him, to feel him again.
Unable to wait any longer she put the plan she'd rehearsed countless times in... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | * *I'll preface this by saying that I never write for fun. But something about this prompt made me want to jump in. Apologies for the amateur nature of the following.*
I never should have let her in. Two hundred years of being careful, of being guarded. All that time and work, lost because I was lonely. Sandra and her... | Her heart raced as she waited, her breath warm against the wardrobe door she was pressed behind. Time stood almost still as each footstep echoed from the wooden floor. It had been so long. Too long. She needed to see him, to feel him again.
Unable to wait any longer she put the plan she'd rehearsed countless times in... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | "I just didn't figure you'd be... you know... handsome! Has anybody told you you have a very seductive voice? It's like velvet..."
"How do you think I beckon those on the edge to the other side?"
"Oh my... almost poetic!"
"Why do you continue to murder? You're an enemy of your kind now."
"I wanted to see you again.... | Her heart raced as she waited, her breath warm against the wardrobe door she was pressed behind. Time stood almost still as each footstep echoed from the wooden floor. It had been so long. Too long. She needed to see him, to feel him again.
Unable to wait any longer she put the plan she'd rehearsed countless times in... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | “He is beautiful.
No matter that I never heard his voice, nor saw his face, shrouded in the shadow of his hood as it always was. His beauty lies not in countenance of face, nor sound of tongue. For me, his beauty is beholden to his stride, graceful and purposeful to his grim duty. It is in the gift that he brings, in ... | Her heart raced as she waited, her breath warm against the wardrobe door she was pressed behind. Time stood almost still as each footstep echoed from the wooden floor. It had been so long. Too long. She needed to see him, to feel him again.
Unable to wait any longer she put the plan she'd rehearsed countless times in... | |
[WP] A woman falls in love with Death and commits murder countless times just to catch a glimpse of him. | She held the dying woman's hand. The woman, old, sick, in pain, and lonely looked up at the pretty red head. "Thank you," she whispered. Her voice was weak, but happy - hopeful.
The young lady smiled and held the older woman's hand tighter. "My pleasure," she responded.
The sick woman, the tired woman, closed her ey... | Her heart raced as she waited, her breath warm against the wardrobe door she was pressed behind. Time stood almost still as each footstep echoed from the wooden floor. It had been so long. Too long. She needed to see him, to feel him again.
Unable to wait any longer she put the plan she'd rehearsed countless times in... |
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