28 Days Until The End – Free – Daily Prompt – Wrapped In Words

Close your eyes,

and ignore the pain,

sleep,

the eternal sleep,

rest,

for you are free,

released from this place,

 from your pain,

so close your eyes,

go on,

and go forth,

step forward,

step out,

where you end up,

heaven or hell,

will be measured by your life lived,

your payment,

your final judgment,

now scarred by my blade,

twisted in my darkness,

for I am the sinner,

and you are my victim.

This is for the Daily Prompt.

29 Days Until The End – Perception – Daily Prompt – Wrapped In Words

Minutes,

seconds,

counting down,

waiting,

watching,

deciding your fate,

your life,

my hands it sits,

held,

gripped,

tighlty,

look at the clock,

watch the hands,

tick-tock,

moments leading to one place,

one design,

your timely demise,

so prepare yourself,

because nothing is what you can do,

for soon your time will run out,

and then I’ll be coming for you!

This is for the Daily Prompt.

Day 309 – Daily Prompt – True Horrors Await Me – Wrapped In Words

And as the beast rised before me,

I gazed upon it’s massive form,

and I knew true horror,

its teeth were many,

its eyes were black,

its skin was decaying,

its hands clawed,

and its stench,

well,

it was overwhelming,

ano as it looked down at me,

it smiled,

how long I have waited it said,

the key to its salvation was found,

in me,

its destroyer,

or was I,

just it’s helpless victim?

This is for the Daily Prompt.

Day 304 – Daily Prompt – Patterns In The Sand – Wrapped In Words

We drew patterns in the sand,

making our mark,

stating our claim,

proclaiming our roles,

deciding our fate,

telling all others,

forging ahead,

screaming from rooftops,

calling our names,

telling the world,

who we are and where we stand,

memories were made,

but like all before,

they are soon forgotten,

washed away by time,

like patterns in the sand.

This was written for The Daily Prompt

 

Day 163 – Daily Prompt – Millions – 50 Word Story Expanded

“It’s easy, you either sign it all over to me, or both of you get a bullet, to the head!” She says, as she holds the rifle towards them.

“Marion, this is ridiculous! Put the gun down, and let’s talk ab…” But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as a shot fires from the rifle and hits him squarely in the centre of his chest, he stands there for a few long, agonising moments, as the shock slowly sets in, the girl hiding beneath the beds doona begins to scream erratically. His eyes, slowly look up at her, as his mouth drops open, then, he collapses to the ground, stone cold dead. She fires another shot, it rips into the doona, and the girl hiding underneath it lets out one last wretched scream, then, falls silent, as a large, red stain, begins to grow quickly withing the doona and across the sheet. Seconds pass, while she stands there, admiring her handiwork, then, the door bursts open and he runs into the house, sweat dripping from him, his heart racing a million miles an hour, his eyes, desperately searching the hallway, but, as soon as he sees her, and the smoking rifle in her hands, he knows, he’s too late.

“What did you do?” He yells as he runs towards her, she swings the rifle his way, and he throws his hands up in the air, but, quickly drops them again, knowing, they’d do little to shield him if she’d fired. “M-M-Mother, what the fuck did you do?”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that! I did what that lying sack of shit deserved, what all pieces of shit like him deserve,” she says, spitting a mouthful of yellowish saliva onto the floor. “I sent him and the whore he was fucking to be judged by their maker.”

“Fuck Mother! Have you lost it? What the fucking hell were you thinking? Couldn’t you just leave him?”

Her lip trembles, and her grip on the rifle tightens, “We had a prenup, I’d get nothing if I walked away,. And his new floozy, she’d end up with everything, and I couldn’t let that happen, not after all these years, not after everything I went through, I wasn’t going to lose it, not without a fight!”

“Don’t you see, don’t you realise, you’ll lose it all, you’ll get nothing, and you’ll end up going to prison, for what?”

“For everything, we’ll make it look like a home invasion, all you need to do is be my alibi, and we’ll share in all of it, together!” She says.

“You’re crazy Mother, it’s over, you’re done, I’m calling the police and nothing you can say will stop me, I won’t be a part of this, I won’t be part of your plans!”

“Don’t be a fool Jeremiah, we can salvage this, all of it. Just remember what I taught you?”

“What you taught me? When did you teach me anything, Mother? All you ever wanted was Daddies millions, and that’s never going to happen now, so, put down the gun, and go!”

She lowers the rifle, slowly, as a tear runs down her cheek, “I-I-I, I knew you’d say that,” she says softly, before raising the rifle again, and firing.

Millions is today’s Daily Prompt.

You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE.