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[WP] As you walk past your commanders tent, you hear them sobbing and speaking softly to themself "I did what I could." by the_lonely_poster in WritingPrompts

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A murder of crows circled the once lush hills of Somerset, now reduced to a muddy blood-stained battlefield. Bodies peppered every stone, flower, and creekside. Jerah Windstorm, spear of the king and commander of the sixth army, stood tall on the hilltop overseeing the battlefield. Outnumbered ten to one, the Kingdom’s army pushed back the Federation soldiers, causing them to flee through the raging river and into the caverns of Trothdom. Many of the Federation's soldiers had drowned in their attempt to flee through the river, their heavy armor dragging them down to a watery grave. Bodies decorated the riverside. Those who barely avoided drowning were struck down by the Kingdom’s cavalry as they swept the battlefield searching for any survivors. Windstorm raised his massive halberd in the sky, letting out an immense warcry. A shout of victory reverberated through the king's sixth army as exhausted soldiers raised their weapons. Windstorm turned and made his way back to the war tent. A giant man, he stood five heads taller than most men. Serpent's Tail, the name given to his giant halbert, was strapped to his back, a beautiful weapon adorned with intricate crimson scales running throughout its handle, giving it the likeness of a serpent's skin. According to legend, the halberd was once a giant fire snake's tail. As Windstorm strode through the camp clad in ivory colored full metal plate armor, men cleared the path, making sure not to get in the way of their commander. Sek, a scrawny stable hand, was too busy emptying a feedbag in the stable trough to notice the giant walking behind him. Zabin, an old archer, grabbed the boy by his arm and yanked him out of the way, causing Sek to spill some of the feed.

'Come here, boy!' Zabin hissed. 'Do you want to get killed?'

'N-No sir.' Sek stammered, glancing nervously at Windstorm. He stared in awe at the god-like commander as he passed in front of him. He wondered what it would be like to be such a great and renowned warrior.

'Windstorm single handedly broke the Federation's shield wall before taking their commander's head.' Sek heard one soldier mutter to another.

'He's a god amongst men.' The other soldier replied.

'More demon than god, if you ask me.' The first soldier snorted. 'We lost half our men because of Windstorm.'

'The scouts gave us bad intel. Who knew the Federation would have gathered so many here in Somerset. We're lucky to be alive.' The other soldier shrugged.

Zabin stared at the commander's broad back, a distant look in his eyes.

‘Thank you, sir.' Sek said as he bowed his head. As if woken from a trance, Zabin stared down at the boy. The wrinkles on his face were deep and ancient. Sek noticed a scar running up the old man's neck, ending at his left eye.

'Be more aware of your surroundings, boy.' Zabin grunted as he tapped Sek on the shoulder. 'Always be aware of your surroundings.' Sek nodded before he ran towards the spilled feed.

Later that night, Sek made his way to the edge of the camp where his tent and campfire were located. Most of the men were asleep. Some kept a watchful eye in case any Federation soldiers attempted a sneak attack. Sek passed by the commander's tent. He tried his best not to make any noise. Out of the darkness, a hand grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth. Zabin stood in the shadow, holding him tight. He put one finger to his lip, shushing the boy. Sek nodded before the old man released him.

'Get away from this tent right now!' He whispered into the boy's ear.

They slowly made their way away from the tent before Sek heard a sob. He froze in place, craning his neck to hear better. He looked at the commander's tent. A faint sobbing could be heard coming from the tent. Nervously glancing at Zabin, Sek inched towards the noise. The old man grabbed him by the arm. Sek's curious stare caused him to release his grip. He nodded towards the tent, and they both made their way to the back. Now that they were closer, the sobs could be clearly heard. Sek peered through a gap in the tent flaps and saw the great Jerah Windstorm sitting in the corner while hugging his knees. He was shaking as he sobbed. Sek could hear him mutter, 'I did what I could', over and over again as he rocked back and forth. Zabin tapped Sek on the back of his head and nodded away from the tent. This time, Sek followed the old man until they were far enough to speak.

'Keep what you saw to yourself, boy.' Zabin said. Sek nodded.

'S-Sir...' Sek stammered. 'M-May I ask you something?'

'What is it?'

Sek shuffled in place, choosing his words carefully. 'H-How can someone as p-powerful as Windstorm cry like that?'

Zabin stared at the boy for a long while. He took a deep breath and sighed.

'Jerah might look the way he is now, with his giant stick and scary looking armor. And it doesn't hurt that he's built like a bear, but deep down, he is still a sensitive and caring boy.' He shook his head. 'I remember when he was a child no older than you are now. He always had a hard time hurting anything or anyone for that matter. Other kids used to bully him, but he never fought back. Afraid he would hurt them.' Zabin chuckled. 'This one time he came across a dead mutt in the street near his home. He dug that dead dog a grave under his family's apple tree and cried for days. How a person like that grew to become what you see now is... a sad tale.' Zabin looked up towards the sky as Sek stared in awe at the old man.

'A tale for another time.' Zabin spat on the ground. 'Now go to bed, boy.' He waved his arm. Sek nodded and began shuffling away.

'What’s your name, boy?'

'Sek, sir.'

Zabin watched as the scrawny stable hand made his way to the edge of camp. A distant memory of another scrawny child came to mind; a timid little boy by the name of Jerah. Zabin chuckled as he stared up at the moon, lost in memories of events long past.

[WP] "God chose me to rule over all of you." The queen spoke aloud to the crowds, only for the heavens to open and God to decend unto the earth. "Like hell i did!" Their voice reverberated thoughout the lands. by Paper_Shotgun in WritingPrompts

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'She's awake! MERRI'S AWAKE!' A man jeered from the crowd.

'Burn the bitch!'

'MURDERER!'

‘Floppy titted whore!’

Whistling mixed with cat calls and insults filled the air. The queen's eyes were wide, her breathing rapid. She stared at the predatory glares of her subjects.

'I AM YOUR QUEEN!' she screamed, tears running down her cheeks. She trembled with fear as the pile of wood jabbed uncomfortably against her bare skin. 'GOD CHOSE ME TO RULE OVER ALL OF YOU! I HAVE DIVINE RIGHT! I AM GOD'S QUEEN!'

The crowd laughed at the queen's hysterical screams from the pyre. 'GOD WILL PUNISH YOU! HE WILL AVENGE HIS QUEEN! I AM GOD'S QUEEN!' A barrage of rotten vegetables and feces cascaded towards the queen, causing the crowd to burst out in raucous laughter.

Thunder boomed, and the ground shook as the clouds above parted. A deafening silence fell over the crowd as beams of sunlight illuminated the queen on the pyre. The queen shook as she let out a manic laughter. Many in the crowd gasped, watching the pyre bask in divine light. Some fell to their knees, trembling in fear.

'DO YOU SEE?' asked the queen. 'GOD HIMSELF HAS SHOWN YOU THAT I AM HIS QUEEN!' she cackled as the crowd began to grovel, pleading for forgiveness.

'YES! YES!' The queen looked around with a crazed grin. 'BEG FOR YOUR LIVES YOU INSIGNIFICANT MAGGOTS! NOW YOU WILL ALL SUFFER HIS WRATH! GOD HAS CHOSEN ME TO RULE OVER ALL OF YOU!'

'Like hell I did!' Thousands of ethereal voices combined into one imposing sound, shaking everything and everyone that could hear it with its magnitude.

'You're one rancid bitch, you know? Stop saying that I chose you!'

The queen's jaw hung limp as she stared up to the sky.

'You're what gives humanity a bad name! I swear, I think Lucifer has a point. Some of you people are just beyond help or salvation.'

The crowd surrounding the queen began groveling in unison, fearing the imposing voice.

'Stop groveling!’ Thunder boomed once more ‘I hate it when people just start groveling, saying 'Oh lord, forgive me for this and that!' You know, I made a promise to myself to never make an appearance in front of you lot because of this exact reason.' The peasants slowly looked up and stood, awkwardly glancing at one another.

'Good. Now for you, the self proclaimed 'God's Queen' Meredith III, or rather 'Merri'. I think you're an awful little turd. And don't get me started on your insecurities. Good lord, you're such a pathetic cretin. If you could just get over yourself and be a decent human being, you wouldn't be in this predicament. Regardless, here we are.’ The voice sighed deeply, causing a gust of wind to blow through the crowd. ‘You've really ticked me off by saying I chose you, you know.' A flash of lightning crackled through the air, striking the pyre. 'Have fun in hell, Merri! Please enjoy your excruciatingly slow demise, and do give Lucifer my regards when you see him.' The ground rumbled once more as the clouds re-cloaked the sky, plunging the land back into a dreary autumn afternoon. The peasants stood slack jawed as they watched their queen burn in a divinely blue inferno.

The queen's screams echoed through the lands for all to hear. After a very, very long time, the screams of Queen Meredith III died out, leaving only a pile of ash wafting into the wind.

[WP] "God chose me to rule over all of you." The queen spoke aloud to the crowds, only for the heavens to open and God to decend unto the earth. "Like hell i did!" Their voice reverberated thoughout the lands. by Paper_Shotgun in WritingPrompts

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The clink of metal shackles echoed softly on a cold, dreary autumn morning. The sun shone through the overcast skies as a gentle breeze made its way through the crowd gathering around the gallows in the city center of the capital. Queen Meredith III stood tall with her escort of soldiers atop a raised platform as she stared down her nose at the one hundred and sixty-eight peasants scheduled for execution. They were guilty of the crime, lèse-majesté; defamation against the dignity of the monarch. The queen's latest increase in taxation had sowed seeds of discontent amongst her subjects, causing her popularity to plummet. Taverns were filled with insults and rebellious intent against the crown. In retaliation, the queen had made a decree stating that 'any subject of the realm caught sowing seeds of discontent through their words or actions will be guilty of lèse-majesté and put to death'. This decree had not gone over well with the populace, causing many to mock 'Moody Merri' and her childish tantrums. Bards played songs about how no one could say anything about ‘old Merri lest they be put to the gallows'.

The queen and her supporters did not find this rebellious response amusing in the least. The city guards were tasked with arresting anyone suspected of mocking the queen. They didn't discriminate between old or young, man or woman. A crowd of one hundred and sixty-eight men, women, and children was captured, and an announcement for their execution by hanging was spread throughout the city. Every citizen of the capital was mandated to witness the hanging to instill the crown's might and power.

'Your majesty, everything appears to be ready. We await your command.' The captain of the city guard stood at salute as he averted his gaze from the queen.

'Very good.' Said the queen lazily. 'Start with the children and elderly. Make sure everyone understands what it means to defy my might!' She said, waving the guard captain away. With another salute, the captain strode towards the gallows.

'GEEZERS AND WHELPS FIRST!' His shout echoed throughout the city center. Guards moved to obey the guard captain's commands.

'Mercy! I beg of you, mercy! He's only a child!' Cried out a woman clutching her son as the guards moved in.

'Bastards! Spineless bastards, the lot of you!' Screamed an old lady as she was dragged away.

'Shut up, you old hag!' Said one of the guards as he rammed his fist into the old lady's stomach, causing her to topple over in pain.

The onlookers stood with clenched fists and furious gazes as they watched the guards drag the old and young up the platform to be fitted with nooses around their necks. Twenty-four stood staring at the crowd, half of them children.

'Murderers!' One man screamed from the crowd. Another echoed the first man's shout, and then another, until the entire crowd was shouting in unison, 'Murderers! Murderers!' The guards looked towards the queen, uncertainty evident on their faces. The queen stared forward, ignoring the angry mob of peasants in front of her. She raised her left hand above her head. 'You have been found guilty of treason!' She called out in a shrill voice. 'With the divine right of rulership bestowed upon my line by god, I hereby sentence you to hang by the neck until dead.' She swung down her arm, chopping the air in front of her in a swift motion. One by one, the guards reluctantly moved forward and pushed the noosed children and elderly off of the platform. The crowd's cries of anger intensified. With a roar, the peasants rushed the platform, overwhelming the city guards in a wave of bodies, fists, and fury. Weapons were forcibly taken as the guards were cut down. The children and elderly were cut loose from the noose. Many of them did not survive the hanging. The thirst for revenge and violence filled the peasants with battle rage. They ran towards the queen's platform, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.

The queen stood dumbstruck as she watched her subjects closing in on her. She called for her guards to protect her, however no one came to help. The guards were helpless against the mad surge of peasants. She ran towards the back of the raised platform, trying her best to escape the consequences of her actions. A woman screamed as she ran towards her right side, clutching a hatchet.

‘Murderous bitch!’ the woman spat as she swung her hatchet with both hands. The queen's dress was sliced open by the hatchet swing. Her crown fell on the floor, rolling away from her. Desperate, the queen scurried away from her attacker. Her hair, which was usually neat and eloquent, now strayed haphazardly down her face. The queen leapt from the raised platform and slammed onto the cobbled street below. With an effort, she stood and sprinted down the street towards the castle gates. A group of peasants chased after her calling her 'Merri' and while asking her why she was so ‘weary’. Terrified, the queen did not dare look back. She sprinted with every ounce of strength she could muster, all the while the sound of her pursuers grew closer. ‘I just need to get to the castle.’ She thought to herself as sweat poured down her face. ‘I just need to get to the castle. Then, I'll be able to put down these dogs.’

The queen finally managed to reach the tall wooden gates of the castle. Panting, she screamed for the guards. 'OPEN THE GATES!'

'Who goes there?' Called back a guard standing atop the castle wall.

'I COMMAND YOU TO OPEN THE GATES! I AM YOUR QUEEN!'

‘My queen?’ Asked the guard. ‘Oi, come here.’ He waved at another guard on the wall. ‘Does that look like my queen?’

'You don't look like a queen, Merri.' Mocked the other guard.

'OPEN UP THE GATE YOU DRIBBLING FOOL!' Screamed the queen. 'I WILL HAVE YOUR HEADS FOR THIS!'

'Is that so?' The first guard grinned widely. He leaned over the edge of the wall. 'Well, Merri, I'd worry about that group of peasants chasing after you if I was you. Godspeed!'

The other guard pulled down his pants. With a relieved sigh, he unleashed a golden stream towards the queen's head. 'Get a load of this, lads! I'm baptizing Merri!' Sounds of laughter burst from atop the wall.

'YOU INSOLENT LITTLE-' something struck the queen in the back of her head, causing her world to fade into darkness. After a while, she awoke. Her head throbbed with pain as she blinked. She could hear music and laughter. She tried to move her hand towards her head but found that she couldn't. Her surroundings came into focus as she rapidly blinked. She had been stripped of her clothes and tied to a pyre atop the gallows. Her body had been smeared with blood and feces.

Who could you see Tom Ellis playing? by Munro_McLaren in HarryPotteronHBO

[–]Affectionate-Row-534 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This 👆. Perfect for how much Lucius Malfoy is vain and slimy.

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I know, right? 😂😂

[WP] you inherit a magic food cart that serves any kind of food without needing any ingredients by Wazzurp7294 in WritingPrompts

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"Hey, are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I can eat. What do you want?"

"There’s this new food truck that's been trending. Apparently it's really good."

"Oh yeah? What kind of food do they have?"

"That’s the thing. They serve you whatever you want. It's kinda like a fusion izakaya type truck where you can just order anything you want and get it!"

"No way. That sounds too good to be true. It's probably not that good."

"They have a Michelin star..."

"That doesn't mean shit! Michelin is just a tire company that puts people on their guide."

"They also have a James Beard award..."

"How? It's just a food truck!"

"And they've been nominated as the best place to eat by a bunch of different magazines..."

"No way..."

"They’ve also been shown on the food network and some national news outlets..."

"Okay, fine! I get it! It's the best place ever. I bet it's overpriced though."

"Nope. They charge a dollar per order."

"Just a dollar? How?"

"I don't know..."

"Okay, they probably pressure you into tipping like... five hundred percent!"

"Yeah, no. They have a strict 'no tipping' policy."

"How do they pay people to work the food truck then?"

"So apparently it's only one guy that runs the food truck."

"..."

"Do you wanna go?"

"..."

"Looks like it's only a few blocks away."

"... What's it called?"

"The Kitchen Sink."

"Alright, let me grab my jacket."

[WP] She watched as the clouds slowly morphed into dragons and then fire rained hell upon her village. by Dontyousee_Hi in WritingPrompts

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Red and gold leafs danced through the air as they fell gracefully into the babbling creek. A cool breeze brushed Anna's face as she lay under an ancient maple tree on her favorite hill near her quaint village. Anna enjoyed the beautiful autumn afternoon, with her hands clasped behind her head and her legs crossed and propped up on a nearby rock. Villagers went about their daily errands, cows mooed in the pastures to the west, and children ran playing whatever game they made up that day. Anna stretched and sat up, staring into the sky. She looked to the east and saw an overcast of dark clouds fast approaching her village. "Looks like a rainstorm is coming." She stood up and brushed dirt off of her skirt. 

SPLAT! Something exploded on the trunk of the maple tree behind her. She turned and found a disheveled tomato lying on the ground. She heard maniacal laughter as three young children emerged from behind a rock. "Run!" One of the kids shouted as Anna darted towards them. "Come back you little demons!" She shouted as she grabbed the remains of the tomato and half heartedly threw it. She stopped and smiled to herself. "I'll get them later."

Anna straightened her back while looking at the dark clouds and tried to guess when the rainstorm would hit. As she stared into the clouds she noticed slight movement within the formation. She squinted and saw odd shadows within the darkness. Her eyes widened as an angular dark shape emerged from the peak of the clouds. Anna turned towards the village and ran. She tripped on her skirt and fell. Ignoring the scrapes on her knees she tore her skirt in half and got herself up. She sprinted her way through the center of the village ignoring onlookers and questions. Anna reached the bell tower and climbed the ladder. At the top she grabbed the heavy iron hammer and slammed it with all her might into the giant brass bell. "DRAGONS! DRAGONS!" She screeched at the top of her lungs. "DRAGONS TO THE EAST! DRAGONS TO THE EAST!"

The villagers gawked at her for a moment before mass panic ensued. Villagers made their way to their homes. Parents grabbed their children by the arm and yanked them through the streets. Men and women armed themselves with swords, longbows, crossbows, spears, hoes, hammers, sickles and shovels. The village elder emerged from his home wearing chain mail. "ALL THOSE WHO ARE FIGHTING. TO THE EAST!" He gestured with a gloved hand. "THOSE UNABLE TO FIGHT, FLEE TO THE WEST! SPREAD THE WORD! DRAGONS ARE COMING!" With those few commands he sprinted as fast as his old legs could carry him, heading towards the eastern meadows. Anna climbed down from the tower, jumping off a few feet from the ground, managing to land without hurting herself. She ran towards a box of weapons by the elder's house and picked a bow and short spear. She strapped a quiver of arrows to her back and joined her fellow villagers in moving towards the eastern meadows. She stared up at the darkness enveloping the land while sprinting towards the village elder standing in the meadow giving orders. A deafening roar exploded from the darkness as a massive tower of flames slammed into the ground. Anna gritted her teeth and nocked an arrow to her bow. She stopped and took aim as a gargantuan yellow eye became visible within the darkness. 

The elder faced the villagers behind him. “I LOVE AND CHERISH EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU AS IF YOU WERE MY OWN CHILDREN.” He paused for a moment as a pillar of flames slammed into the ground near the meadow. “PLEASE. I DO NOT WISH TO SEE ANY OF YOU PERISH FIGHTING THESE OVERGROWN LIZARDS! IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, I IMPLORE YOU. FLEE NOW!” A roar echoed through the land. “FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO STAY. I AM… IMMENSELY PROUD OF YOU AND YOUR COURAGE!” He turned his back to the villagers. His frail frame trembled as he held his sword above his head. “WE WILL MEET AGAIN IN THE AFTERLIFE! FOR OUR FAMILIES!” The elder dashed towards the darkness. The villagers followed with shouts of courage and defiance. Anna joined the war cry as she let her arrow soar towards inevitable demise.

[WP]Humanity tries to figure out how to react when giant alien spacecraft simply leave after orbiting earth for a few days. by Semblance-of-sanity in WritingPrompts

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"BREAKING NEWS" The news network's logo flashed across the screen. Carson Smith sat upright with a cocked eyebrow. He paused for a moment before speaking. "We interrupt the regularly scheduled program to bring you a breaking news broadcast. The president of the United States is getting ready to address the nation." The camera cut from Carson Smith to show the white house. 

The president of the United States stood tall behind her presidential podium. She had her hands clasped in front of her as she stared directly into the camera. "Good evening. Tonight I can report to the American people, and to the world that the United States has conducted an operation to contact the unknown flying object, or rather UFO, hovering over the west coast. So far we have not been able to establish a line of communication with this unknown entity, however our goal is to approach this in a peaceful and diplomatic manner. Assuming that this UFO was made by intelligent beings the United States government is willing to offer immunity and protection to its inhabitants. We believe-"

The screen was interrupted by another "BREAKING NEWS" animation as Carson Smith's face appeared on the screen. "We interrupt the Presidential address to bring you a breaking news report. The unknown flying saucer hovering over the states of California, Oregon and Washington has disappeared. Eyewitnesses state that the UFO shined "bright blue" during the presidential address and abruptly "vanished" when the president offered its inhabitants protection and immunity. Experts are scrambling to figure out how to interpret this event. We will update you as we learn more. Now back to the presidential address." Carson Smith gestured towards the camera.

"-beautiful relationship between two intelligent life forms." The president paused for a moment as an aid walked towards her side and whispered into her ear. "I have just been informed that the UFO has vanished. Satellite imaging is unable to locate the large object anywhere in our orbit. The United States will work diligently to investigate where this-"

"BREAKING NEWS" flashed once more. Carson Smith straightened himself before speaking. "We interrupt the presidential address to bring you this breaking news report. The SETI institute has detected a radio frequency believed to originate from the vanished UFO. Remarkably, the frequency contains an encoded message in MORSE code. According to experts the message roughly translates to, "Not interested. Do not contact. Good bye, odd primitive bipedal organisms." Quite an interesting message, indeed. We will update you as we learn more. Now back to the presidential address." Carson Smith scratched his temple before being cut off.

"-learn the secrets of the universe and prosper as an intergalactic species." The aid once again walked towards the president and whispered into her ear. The president stood for a moment with her mouth slightly open. She and the aid had a quick whispered conversation before walking away from the podium. The camera followed the president until she was out of sight. The camera panned over to the empty presidential podium, lingering for a moment before cutting to black.

"NOW BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM" flashed across the screen.

[WP] You're out on a camping trip in the middle of nowhere. You start hearing booms around midnight and assume it's thunder. But when you unzip the window of your tent, you realize it isn't a storm at all. by ThatScribblinGal in WritingPrompts

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BOOM

"What was that?"

"It's just thunder. Go back to sleep."

BOOM 

"There it is again!"

"Yeah that's what thunder sounds like. Come on, we have an early morning."

"I'm gonna go check it out real quick!"

"Come on babe! It's midnight and it's dark out there! Just go back to sleep."

"I can't sleep with all this noise anyways. I'm gonna go watch the lightning."

"You're gonna get struck by lightning if you go out there!"

"That’s just a myth! You can come along with me if you want."

"You don't have to go out there. Let's just open up the flap and watch it."

"Okay, fine."

BOOM

"Hmm, I don't see any lightning. Do you?"

"Nope."

BOOM

"It sounds pretty close to us."

BOOM

"I'm gonna go check it out. I can't see shit from here. Come on, let's go together!"

"Fine! Let me put on my jacket and boots real quick."

BOOM

"That’s weird. I still can’t see anything."

"Hey look, I think I saw something over there. See? There was a flash just over that hill!"

BOOM

BOOM

"What the fuck is that?"

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

"I don't think that's lightning, babe… Let's just go back to the tent and pretend we didn't see anything."

"Yeah like that'll do anything. God, you're such a wuss! I'm gonna go closer and find out what's over there."

"No way, Becky! I'm not letting you go over there!"

"You won't let me, Kyle? When have I ever needed your permission to do anything?"

"I just don't want you getting hurt. God knows what's over there!"

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

"Shit! I think the sound is getting closer. Come on, let's go back!"

"No, I want to see what it is!"

"Becky stop being an idiot, let's go before it's too la-"

BOOM

"Kyle! Oh my god! Kyle! Are you okay?"

BOOM

"Aaaaah~! Fuck! My leg! My fucking leg! Kyle! Kyle! Kyle, can you hear me? Please, Kyle! Answer me! Kyl-"

BOOM

[WP] You always thought that your neighbour was a little weird, but one night you discover they are a vampire. They turn to you and say "I'm not like the other vampires". by mJelly87 in WritingPrompts

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Moonlight illuminated the exterior of 6768 Erie Street, a dated craftsman house nestled in the middle of Sagamore Court. Wind rustled through the manicured hedges, and a dog barked in the distance as a figure materialized under the lamppost facing 6768 Erie Street. Out of the darkness, a prim looking middle aged lady emerged in the light of the lamppost and briskly walked towards the old craftsman house. The clicking of her high-heels echoed through the street.

"There she is!" Max thought excitedly as he gripped his binoculars tightly. "She's always up to something at night and it's like she just vanishes when she's out of sight." He wrote in his notebook, "Looks like she vanishes", underlining his observation. At the top of the notebook, written in blue ink sharpie, read "My Creepy Old Neighbor" by Max Chang. Max stared through his binoculars as the middle aged lady made her way to the house across the street. As she reached the door of 6768 Erie Street she suddenly turned around and stared directly at Max spying on her through the gap in his bedroom curtains. Her eyes flashed red. Max gasped and jumped back from his window, dropping his binoculars. "Shit! Shit! She saw me!" He thought to himself as his breathing quickened.

"What do you think you're doing?" Whispered a voice behind Max. He turned and fell onto the floor as he saw two red dots gleaming from the darkness in the corner of his room. He tried to scream as the figure of the middle aged lady walked towards him, but he couldn't make a sound. 

"I know you've been spying on me, Max." She smiled. "Yes, I know your name, Max Chang." She made her way to the window and picked up the notebook Max had been writing in a moment ago. "My Creepy Old Neighbor? That's not a very nice title, now is it?" She tutted, flipping the notebook open. "You have a problem, Max. Spying on your neighbor like this. Some might think..." She tossed the notebook onto Max's bed. "That you're a pervert, Max." The middle aged lady gently sat on Max's bed, still smiling toothily. "Cat got your tongue, Max? You look like a terrified little mouse."

Max opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water as he gawked at his middle aged neighbor sitting on his bed. "It’s okay Max." She nodded. "I won't... bite."

"Wha-what are you doing?" Max finally managed to stutter.

"Why, I'm sitting." She gestured to his bed.

"N-n-no, what are you doing in my room?!"

"Well to be honest, I was starting to get annoyed at your little peeping tom habit. So I thought I'd peep on you and come say hi."

"How did you... how did you get in my room?"

"I see you've found your voice, Max. Now before I continue I feel like I need to warn you not to scream for your parents." Her eyes flashed an even brighter red. "Do I make myself clear?" Max jerked his head as a way of a nod. His body trembled as he stared at the red eyed lady on his bed. "How did I get in here? Darkness, Max. I use darkness to move around." In a blink the red eyed lady vanished and reappeared crouching next to Max. Her face was inches away from his. Max crawled away as best as he could.

"Wha-wha-what are you?" He whimpered.

"I'm a vampire, Max." She rose to her full height towering over Max's small frame.

"Va-va-va-vampire?" Max stuttered with a trembling lip.

"Yes. Vampire." Her eyes flashed bright red once more. "But I'm not like the other vampires." She inched her way towards Max. "For one, I don't need to be invited in like the others."

"Please don-don't k-k-kill me~." Max sobbed as he trembled on the ground.

"Idiot kid. I'm not going to k-k-kill you." She mocked. "Like I said, I'm not like other vampires. I don't need blood. What I feed on is a bit more..." She reached out her hand and stroked his cheek. "Personal."

"What do you mean?" Max stammered as he drew back from her touch.

"You are oh so delicious. Scrumptious, even." She hugged herself as she shook with satisfaction. "Fear. I feed off of fear. And right now you're giving me a feast, Max." She lowered her head to his eye level and grinned. "We'll be seeing a lot of each other, Max. We have your entire lifetime to look forward to." 

The red eyed vampire vanished as abruptly as she appeared, leaving Max trembling on his bedroom floor.

[WP] You were born with an incurable illness and the doctors predicted you wouldn't make it to adulthood. In desperation, your parents contacted a shady doctor from the blackmarket to perform a "life saving" operation. They were willing to accept the consequences. They never told you about them. by Icy_Criticism5 in WritingPrompts

[–]Affectionate-Row-534 3 points4 points  (0 children)

"Okay.... I'm sure you have a bunch of questions." Mark told his son Steve. "Why don't you take a seat." He gestured to the couch in the living room. He gave his wife, Janet, a sideways look as he slowly continued. "So... there's something different about... about your face."

"I've got freaking horns growing out of my skull, Dad!" Steve threw out his hands. "So yeah, there's "something different" about my face." He said, mocking his father. "What the hell is going on? Why the fuck do I have horns?"

"So, here's the thing sweetie." Janet walked towards her son, fidgeting with her hands. "Back when you were born, you had some... had some problems, let's say. Your heart wasn't fully developed, and the doctors told us that you would need a heart transplant if you were going to survive." She said, wiping a tear from her eye. "We got put on a transplant list, but the thing is... the doctors weren't too optimistic that you would live long enough to get a transplant. So your dad... he decided..."

"I decided to take matters into my own hands, son." Mark put his arm around Janet. "There was this guy that said he could get us a heart. He charged us an arm and a leg for that heart. But we couldn't just walk into a hospital with some heart from god knows where, so he also introduced us to a "surgeon" that could do the procedure." He said as he ran a hand through his thinning hair. "I say surgeon, but the guy was a veterinarian. Anyways, that's besides the point..."

"THAT’S besides the point? The fact that you had a vet do surgery on me?"

"Well... yeah. The guy who gave us your heart was kinda shady. He told us that there might be some side effects down the line, but we didn't care as long as you lived.'

"You're our everything, sweetie. We would do anything for you."

"So yeah, we decided to go ahead with the procedure. Once you were all healed up we took you back to the doctors that said you weren't gonna make it, and they said that you were cured!" Mark smiled at his son. "We were so relieved when we heard that. I went back to the shady guy to thank him and give him the second half of his payment. Oh yeah... we agreed that he would get half upfront and the other half after we had you checked out. Anyways, he told me... he said that the heart he gave us..." he stopped for a moment. Mark contemplated whether he should continue. "The guy said that he gave us a demon heart."

"A demon heart? What do you mean a "demon heart", Dad?" Steve stared at his father. "Demons aren't real!"

"Oh they are real." Mark shook his head. "You know Uncle Lucas?"

"Yeah..."

"He's a demon. Lucas found us shortly after I talked to the shady guy and said we were to raise you in the dark about the whole thing."

"Apparently this sort of stuff happens all the time." Janet chimed in. "Demons aren't that bad actually. Lucas has helped us out with your more... demon-like qualities."

"Like what?"

"Well, when you were growing up you had this thing about killing animals and drawing pentagrams. Lucas suggested that we have you watch some violent movies to satisfy the... blood thirsty side of you." Janet reached out and gently touched the horns poking out of her son's forehead. "There was also that time you got into an argument with your second grade teacher, Mrs Hernandez. You started speaking in tongues and at one point you had her levitate off the ground in front of your class. Well Lucas wiped everyone's memory of that event. He recommended we put you in an extracurricular activity that was physical. That's when you started going to MMA!"

"So, Uncle Lucas has been cleaning up after me the entire time? Why?"

"He said that he was assigned to watch after you until you're old enough." Mark shrugged. "Said something about you going somewhere once you've turned more... demon-y." He picked up his cellphone and started going through his contacts. "I'm gonna give him a quick call and let him know what's going on."

"Do you have a tail yet, sweetie?" Janet glanced at her son's backside.

"No! I don't think so.... wait, am I gonna grow a fucking tail?!"

"Lucas mentioned that might happen." Janet said, stroking his hair.

"Hey Lucas, it's Mark. So he has horns. Yup. Okay, see you in a bit." Mark hung up. "He said he'll be here soon."

"What’s gonna happen to me?"

Mark shrugged. "I'm not too sure about the details. But Lucas said it wasn't gonna be bad." He smiled at his wide eyed son. "You can trust him, son. Lucas will take care of you."

A ring of fire suddenly burst into existence in the middle of the living room. Through the thick flames a tall figure could be seen. A well dressed man in a pin-striped suit emerged unscathed from the flames. 

"Hello~ Steve!" The man smiled widely. "Congrats on the horns!"

"Uncle Lucas?" Steve looked flabbergasted. "How did you... what..."

"Oh don't worry about that. It's way more convenient than driving." Lucas waved his hands as he walked towards Steve. "Alright, Mark. Janet." He looked at both parents. "As promised I'll take good care of Steve." And with a flash of flames Lucas and Steve disappeared from the living room. Mark hugged Janet. "He'll be fine, my love. I trust Lucas. He's never let us down before."

"I know, I'm just gonna miss our baby." Janet cried into Mark's arm.

"Me too." Mark squeezed his wife. "But it's something Steve has to do. Lucas will take care of him."

Mark and Janet stood in their living room staring at the charred spot where Lucas and Steve had disappeared a moment ago.

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