VISUAL PROMPT

Art by Sans @ deviantart.com/Sanskarans

Write a story or poem that could be titled 'Talking with the Devil'

Talking With The Devil

The dance called shiver and shake

Takes over my cold, frail limbs

This old cabin creeks with the wind songs

But outside, there is only silence.

I am alone in Black Forest

Afraid of my own shadow

A glass of mother Russia

To keep me company.

I build myself a fire

The flames feel like a warm hug

I stare at the colors—

Orange, red, blue at the core.

The wood crackled

And that’s when I heard it.

What started as a whisper,

Repeating over and over:


“Last one to die, please turn out the light”


“Last one to die, please turn out the light”


A call to action

I leaned in, watching the flames move erratically.

The whisper grew louder

Until it was all I could hear.

The voice felt close and distant all at once.


“Last one to die, please turn out the light”

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