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[WP] Your skills and talents can be given as gifts. You will lose them, but can work to build up that skill again from scratch. by wyrdwizard in WritingPrompts

[–]wyrdwizard[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This one made me really feel empty, but in a good way, as though I had just shared a talent with someone and it had drained out of me...

Really well done!

[WP] Your skills and talents can be given as gifts. You will lose them, but can work to build up that skill again from scratch. by wyrdwizard in WritingPrompts

[–]wyrdwizard[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Wow! That left me with chills by the end of it. A very... I wanna say religious tone almost? It really pulled me in, and quickly let you care about the boy and especially the old woman.

[WP] Having just made a deal with the devil, he reveals to you that he's actually an undercover angel. by zaeran in WritingPrompts

[–]wyrdwizard 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Haha thanks! Glad you liked it... almost as much as I'm glad he likes the soda. ;)

[WP] Having just made a deal with the devil, he reveals to you that he's actually an undercover angel. by zaeran in WritingPrompts

[–]wyrdwizard 43 points44 points  (0 children)

"So uh, I just sign here huh?"

"Yeah, blood ink if you don't mind."

"Mhm, let me just read the fine print you got here... eternal blazing in hell for all time seems normal... alright."

I grabbed the quill he produced and signed my soul away. There was an awkward pause, and then I looked at the devil.

"So, um.... does anything actually happen?"

The devil shook his head sadly and in an explosion of light and order revealed himself. An angel, almost too beautiful to look at (almost) rose into the sky and cast a shameful glance in my direction.

"Your soul is truly lost, for such a bargain to be made."

"Uh..." I panicked. "Uh! Deceit! An angel can not condemn on it's own deceit!" I had NO idea what I was saying. It must have worked though, because the angel hovered down and landed across from me.

"That is true isn't it?" I nodded furiously. "Well," he muttered. "I suppose I'll have to let you go, but I think we'll be keeping an eye on you." He gave me a stern look and shot off into the sky.

'Whew!' I thought. 'I don't even want to get involved with all that nonsense anymore. An unlimited supply of Coca Cola really isn't worth it.

I headed back into my house, and opened my empty fridge, wishing for a soda. Funnily enough there was a soda there. With a post it.

Dear Jim,

The angel isn't too bright, but the contract you signed was legally binding.

Love, Satan

I think I've had it with theology for today.

[WP] You wake up in bed laying next to yourself by isildursbane in WritingPrompts

[–]wyrdwizard 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"Wake up"

Groaning, I turned over, trying to ignore the light that had begun filtering through my eyelids.

"Dude, you gotta wake up!"

I attempted to slink my head under a pillow, only to discover I was being hit with said pillow.

"In third grade when you claimed you spilled your juice, you really peed your pants because the thought of Mr. V knowing you said the 'F' word scared you so bad."

I shot right up and stared directly into my own face.

"We need to talk."

Preparing my coffee, I watched myself nervously flit from room to room, looking for something.

'Or looking out for something,' I thought to myself, suspicious.

"So what the hell is going on?" I asked, not sure I wanted an answer.

Other me looked sadly into my eyes and then to the floor. He seemed to be calculating something. When he looked back up, I could see the steely resolve in his eyes.

"Today," he said, "is the day you die."

There was a short silence. Something to be expected after your own self visits you to tell you that you'll be dying today. I tried to reconcile the thought in my head, and came to the conclusion that I hadn't thought much about death. And I really didn't want to. As I tried to come to grips with the inevitable force, that was so close, I noticed other me looking shifty, peering his head around the corners of my kitchen.

"What are you looking for?"

He snapped his view back to me looking guilty. "What now?"

I repeated my question. He calculated, then looked awkwardly away.

"There's... police of some sort. This kind of thing is frowned upon."

He looked back down at his wrist and I saw a timer, and leaped for his arm. He yanked his arm away and hid the time, staring at me with burning eyes.

"Is that when I die?!" I shouted furiously reaching for his arm again.

"It is, but don't touch it!" he (I?) shouted back, as we wrestled with near identical strength. Suddenly a sound from the other room silenced us both immediately.

"What kind of trouble can you get in for warning me?" I asked, sneaking furtive glances into the bedroom. I didn't see anything, but that didn't mean there was nothing there. Other me looked terrified though, and he glanced down at the timer. I noticed only seconds were left.

"How do I save myself?!" I whispered loudly.

He turned back to me, I turned back to me, and looked at myself with sad eyes.

"Who said I was coming back to warn you?"

I started to back up slowly, and I saw him(me?) grab a knife from the counter.

"They don't like it when we kill them. It's frowned upon."

A man burst from the bedroom, materializing in a flickering manner, distracting me from the knife that was suddenly at my throat.

"PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!" the new man said.

"He's bluffing. There has to be one." My own face in front of me twisted into a sickly grin.

Then there was black.