Current Residence: Baltimore, Maryland
Favourite genre of music: Country, 90s Rock
Favourite style of art: Vector
Operating System: Win7
Favourite cartoon character: Dirk Daring
Personal Quote: Words are magic -- Frank Herbert
The Prophecy of The ForbiddenPrologue
A scream pierced the night air. A young man growled and turned, looking around. "Carol!" His voice was deep and held only a slight hint of worry. "Where are you?" He heard a muffled cry as Carol tried to say something, but her voice was cut off. It made it harder for him to locate her.
"Damn it." He strode off in the direction he believed the scream to have come from.
His worry wasn't for Carol, not at all. The minor amount of concern he felt was for his child; Carol was merely a tool. She was almost due, the reason for his uneasiness and focus on finding her. If anything were to happen, it would not be good.
Another scream pierced the silence, followed by a cry for help. His eyes narrowed and he looked around, more urgently than before. It was Carol; he could easily recognize her voice. He had learned to do so after spending much time with her, to earn her trust. However, the fool hadn't known what she was getting into.
"Damien," she cried from a distance. "P-Please help!"
The Company of a Good Friend.I was in the pub talking with my friend. We touched on many things, football, politics and news. But I had an idea what he really wanted to talk about; he wanted to talk about my best friend.
Eventually after an age he got round to it, hesitant at first - and in a whispered voice, he asked me how Death had become my friend.
So, I explained how I'd sent out an invitation, by post of course, inviting Death over for nothing more than a cup of tea, a chat and possibly a game or two of Chess. Naturally I'd been laughed at by people when they'd found out what I'd done, but the laughter stopped when the following Friday, Death turned up on my doorstep.
I was surprised he'd come, I'd expected no answer if I'm honest. But I'm a polite person so I invited him in. He was polite enough to leave his scythe by the door, and sat down and enjoyed a cup of tea with me.
That first conversation was perhaps a little awkward, he knew everything there was to know about me already, but all I knew of h
ScreamPrompt #25, April 2012Fourth Month.ScreamPrompt #25, April 2012 by #ScreamPrompts
Four thousand words.
All prompts are live
Here's what's gonna happen. I will list four prompts, one for each week of this month. Once a new week starts, the prompt for that week will be posted. Since I've been rather word-count heavy lately, we're taking it back to Flash Fiction. Because the prompts are going to be fairly simple compared to the past, I will be attaching a difficulty to each one, mostly to help you avoid leaping toward to most obvious initial ideas. Read on...
MAKE SURE YOU FAVE THIS JOURNAL AND WATCH FOR THE WEEKLY UPDATES!
April 3-8: A character does not want to go home.
Difficulty -- there's no abuse waiting for them when they get there.
April 9-15: Something they believed in their whole life has been a lie.
Difficulty -- no religion allowed.