Every week http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com organise a ‘picture it and write’ post, where we all are given an image, and based on that and our perception, we write either a poem or a short story on that. This time the picture was:
Link of the actual post: http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2011/11/13/__picture-it-write-9/
My mind was swirling, my legs were swollen. I had to escape. I had to get out from the town, from my family and friends. I was a danger to them. My little sister stood before me, stunned by my rudeness. She took another step towards me,
“What the hell Amy! Go back to Mom and Dad!” I cried desperately.
She stared at me with the same blue eyes as mine, and simply said: “No.”
We were in the middle of an abandoned area, in a dense forest, alone. If ever I lost control, no one would be here to save her.
Some days ago, I had discovered that I inherited old powers from my grandmother who had just died. These powers were cunning and strong, hard to cope with. Either I succeeded in mastering them, or I died. Simple as that.
“Amy, do you remember what happened to Mr Burnam yesterday? He was mutilated!”
I had murdered someone, without even being aware of it. When I could not control my powers they overpowered me and did whatever they pleased. That night I woke up with my pyjamas soaked in blood.
“And you know who did that to him Amy? Do you know?? It was…”
A moment of shock and silence passed between us.
“What?” I managed to say.
Still staring at me, Amy slowly lifted up her hand, palm wide open towards me.
Oh no… that was a bad sign.
“I killed Mr Burnam,” Amy whispered. Her face was emotionless.
Her hand reached out to me. I used to do that too when a surge of power overcame me, when I was ready – or not – to strike.
“I have grandma’s powers too,” she continued. “and unlike you, I happen to control them.”
Her cold unreal voice sent shivers through my body. I suddenly was paralysed. She was trying to…
“And now I’m going to kill YOU!” she shouted.
I felt a bolt of power being thrust at me.
Then I knew no more.
I've never written such a long response to a post! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! An Evil Nymph.
13 thoughts on “Master it or Die”
Hey Evilnymph. I just wanted to let you know it’s really hard to read your great contribution. I had to copy paste the text into word. I suggest you address that issue because your story should be visible for all! 😀 Once again, awesome work. It was nice to see a long contribution.
Yeah I’m so sorry. Fortunately I always view my post after publishing it and as soon as I realised it I immediately changed it! Now it’s more visible and more comfortable to read 🙂 Glad you enjoyed!
OMG! Did she kill you!? What happened next?!
LOL. I enjoyed it, I wanted to read more. Please write more to it some time 😛
Haha lol well that’s you to imagine the rest. It’s open! Maybe I don’t know because I’m still overwhelmed with NaNo right now 😛
Thank you! Glad you liked it.
PS: in fact I supposedly died in this extract… xD I always tend to get morbid in short stories… 🙂
OMG NanoWrimo is making you write the more you write, MD!!! LOL Good job.
Haha yeah I guess so! 🙂 Thank you Aurora!!
Haha, little sister got swag!
There is nothing wrong with short posts, but this was a good idea and a lot of fun. If you have the time and you have the story, I hope you’ll do it again. 🙂
LOL yeah of course! Thanks so much for coming by my blog and for commenting 🙂
Um. Uh. Nice post but I have a favour ter ask
We are having very grand blog awards in my country, will you vote for me? Pretty please =)
Yeah I voted! 🙂 Thanks for coming by!
Wow. Great post. When is the book coming out? 😀
Thank you!! LOL I don’t know ^^ I hope to publish it as my very first book
Can’t wait for further posts in this way!