Splash! Relief flooded over him as his sword entered the river.
It’d made him invincible. The world’s most powerful man. If only he could be called man, with his hollow eyes, gaunt skin and decrepit features. As the sword sunk, his vitality rose.
He was alive, again.
Word Count: 47
Prompt:
School is boring.
I don’t know why my parents force me to attend. I don’t want to study. I want to express myself out there, ,do something interesting like a corporate job. These knives and guns are a waste.
I mean who really wants to be trained to kill?
Word Count: 49
Prompt:
YeahWrite #438 Weekly Writing Challenge
I fell, landing with a splash.
As I came to, I realised the floor tasted like blood. No, the floor itself was a shallow pool of blood.
Hell’s not so bad for vampires afterall…
Word Count: 34
Prompt:
Her fingers are dressed in weathered rings.
Each one of them reminds her of her biggest ordeals. Nine rings for nine horrors. As she enters the cave, she looks at her empty finger. The last ring will find its place today.
After she’s slain the last demon…
Prompt:
Yeahwrite #416 Microprose Challenge
It is way too quiet now.
The house has lost its charm. No melodies are heard within its walls. Animals and birds have stopped visiting our house. Life has become dull now.
Miss White did add colour to our lives…
Prompt:
This is the last one.
No lanterns left now. I watch now, as the luminescence floats in the dark sky. My small radiant orb will rise, until its final light fades. As my final hope begins fading. It depends on this last lantern.
Whether I will be rescued…
Word Count: 48
Prompt:
YeahWrite #408 Microprose Challenge
I survey the hallowed grounds.
The many graves mark the locations of those resting in peace. I am here to disturb their peaceful slumber. I make a cut on my left thumb with a knife, and let my blood drip onto the holy grounds. I hold out my bleeding hand.
“RISE!”
The spell works, my undead army stands before me.
The world will fall…
Word Count: 64
Written for YeahWrite #395 Microprose Challenge
It was a dark and stormy night, the deluge had pounded the demesne into submission, with rivulets of rainwater commingling with the rubicund blood of the two cadavers, riddled with holes. The shadowy assassin traipsed away, lightning illuminating the path to her next targets.
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The Dark Netizen 