Well here is my prompt for this week. I think next week I will be doing it differently instead of writing on Tuesday I will be putting up my prompt and the previous week’s story on Thursday. That will give me more time for writing AND will open up a Tuesday spot for some reviews or whatever else I feel like writing!
Again no editing, I simply opened wordpress and wrote what came to mind first. I really do enjoy it and it usually ends up with me writing a lot more for my WIP that I am down to the wire on so the added creativity has come in handy! Why not try it out yourself, use one of my prompts OR pick one for yourself either way I would love to see what you come up with.
As darkness fell upon the town the villagers retreated to their homes. A lone woman sat in the village square, her eyes transfixed on the full moon. Her breathing shallow as she waited.
‘It is an honour.’ She reminded herself. ‘A privilege to be chosen.’ Still, sitting alone in the dark with little to protect her from the scorching cold of the wind gave her doubts.
Candle light flickered all around her. The townspeople’s way of honouring her, their Goddess.
“The night will come to consume us all. Don’t cover your ears from the banshee’s call.” She sang the twisted lullaby her older sister Nancy used to sing to her as a child to frighten her. She wouldn’t admit to Nancy then or now, but she feared the darkness. In truth, she feared almost everything.
It didn’t matter though. Not after tonight, after tonight she would ascend a new plain and finally be free.
The town hall loomed before her. As the tip of the steeple touched the edge of the full moon she could see a shadow lurking under the door way. She squinted her eyes, ‘who would be out here now?’ she wondered.
As the stranger walked towards her, her eyes grew large and round.
“You!?” She cried, her voice raspy from the wind. She couldn’t believe it and yet some how knew it had to be true.
He walked towards her and smiled. His eyes shone deep red, as did his lips.
“Hello Helena, how are you this fine evening?” He asked.
She refused to look at him, refused to become entranced in those eyes.
“You know very well why I’m here. The better question is why are you here?” She asked, eyes pointed to the ground.
He slipped one long slender finger from his robe and put it under her chin forcing her to look at him.
“I think you know why I’m here as well my dear.”
A lump gathered in her throat, she struggled to swallow it down. Her stomach rolled threatening to expel the feast she had only a few short hours ago to celebrate the evening.
“Do you know why you’re here Helena?” He asked her, his finger now tracing the curve of her cheek.
She straightened and looked him in the eye. Without flinching she answered.
“I’ve been chosen. I’m to ascend this plain and live in a new reality to watch over our village and protect it from the evil that surrounds our homes. I will be a goddess in the heavens and shall live forever.”
At hearing this the man threw his head back and laughed. Helena could have sworn she saw the houses around her shiver at his laugh. She wouldn’t allow him to take away her glory, she held her head high and kept her breath steady.
“You’re here because once a month I grow weary of chasing rabbits in the forest. So, in order to make sure that I don’t attack and kill every single person in this pathetic excuse for a town I select one, just one that I will take a feed on and in exchange I don’t kill everyone else.” He leaned back on his heels and dropped his hand to his side. His eyes shone with hunger, but also sadness. If it wasn’t for his words she might have almost felt sorry for him.
She shook her head, “That can’t be true.” She said, more to herself than to her company.
He stood up, eager to carry on with the night’s duty.
“Helena, stand up.” He said, offering her his hand.
Without thinking she took it, even while she continued to hold it she wondered why she was so willing to hold the hand of her would be murderer.
“Because I want you to.” He said against her ear. His hot breath against her cold neck sent shivers up her spine that had nothing to do with the night air.
His hand moved up her body and rested against the side of her face, he cradled her neck and rubbed his thumb against her ear lobe.
“I’ve been watching you for some time Helena. You act far too meek for such a wild creature. I can see it in your eyes, you didn’t care what this night would bring as long as it provided you with some excitement. I wish to grant you that and much more. I’m giving you a chance, a choice really, one I have never given anyone before now. I can drain you dry right here and now as I have done to every other girl that sat on that throne, or you can choose to become like me, and live my life with me forever. We’ll leave this place, and I’ll show you things you never could have dreamed of, we’ll be together forever.”
Her heart raced. The idea was fascinating, she couldn’t hope for anything better in her small town. Still, she didn’t want to hurt people, but she didn’t want to die either.
She looked at him. His eyes were no longer red but an icy blue that tore through to her soul.
“And what if I refuse?” She asked.