Writing Prompt

Oh great, the adventurers are here, no doubt trying to stop my plans for… What was my plans for again? Was it to rise the army of the undead for realm conquests? No that was last Thursday. Good times. Good times. Was it about the resuming of my hot demon wife again? No that was last month, and she was stopped by a crew of dungeon explorers who made a wrong turn for the treasure hold. Glade that th...

Nothing would be different but as they plan to topple their ruler no one can see that. None of them can see anything clearly. Every single one of them blinded by the heresy that rots us to the core. You would believe that you have any control of your circumstance, yet stand stranded as a mortal that hasn’t enough power to set anything into motion. Am I rotted too? Never truly gave it much thought....

Brandon was a young boy he was thirteen years old he stood with his father and enjoyed watching the sunset with him his father worked at the IIS the international investigation of superheros one day the sups feared that his father knew to much so one day the attacked their home they burned everything every picture every memorie every joy Brandon ever felt he survived but his father was destroyed ...

I would not call him a “man”. He is not a man, and he is not a mutant. He is a monster, sent straight from Hell.

Parent’s should love they’re children unconditionally. It’s what makes us people. We can feel things like empathy. But Stryker does not feel this. He is incapable of it.

Stryker has one goal. And that is to kill and destroy. He does not care who he needs to use to get to his goal. Wh...

She watched as he crawled slowly across the ground a smile creeping across her face. “Ahmal, bring him to his feet for me would you dear” Ahmal replied by jerking him to his feet with his around his neck he turned him towards her. His went from struggle to horror as he read her facial expression loud and clear. With a nod of her head Ahmal threw him over the balcony.

As he let a scream she dove ...

Well he’s charming but underneath he’s a narcisst who is in for him self the hedonistic pleasure. He hates himself his self image his hidden homosexuality.

His hidden corruption and sexual desire debasement destroys those around him. His perversion now no bounds and his reputation is always unmatched but ruined beneath. He’s false he knows it...

Precious, my precious, sweet precious. Keep you away from those nasty Hobitsis! Golumn snatch ring from them. Protect you my precious. Oh! look! some fishhys! _gulps them down_. We kill the hobitsis and get you back precious, precious! Precious come to me! _coughs: Golumn,GOLUMn!_ No, smeagle bad! Bad smeagle! Not kill master, Master kill! no, master not kill! But i wants precious! Precious!...

Last night, I met an angel. She was 20 years old, and I don’t know her name. I never know any of their names. I make it a point never to find out who a person was before they died.

She jumped in front of a car to save her dog. I reached her only seconds after the impact. The dog lay over her broken body, whining, as the drunk driver stumbled out of the car and vomited.

The girl looked painfully ...

i watched the people below me, screaming and crying. They were begging, for their spouses, their children, their friends and of course for themselves. they were going to a better place now, why couldnt they see that? they were to simple minded, i assured myself, their perspectives haven’t been broadened yet. if they only saw the world how i saw it, they would stop running from the flames. they wo...

he has his life good he had a good wife, good kids, and he threw it all away by cheating and his wife found so she picked up the knife and says break up with your girlfriend or I will kill you she yells...