Master it or Die

Every week 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:

reaching out his handLink of the actual post:

My response:

“Go away!”

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

  1. 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.

    – Ermisenda

    1. 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!

    1. 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… 🙂

  2. 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. 🙂

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