French Fries & Revenge {Part 2}: A Writing Prompt Wednesday Tale

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French Fries & Revenge 

French Fries & Revenge is a continuation from This is the Tricky Part, which you should click the link and read before reading this one. ūüôā Comment and share!¬†

My reflexes, which were once stiff, now snapped into action. I threw Jason under the bed, whipping around to then knock a guy in the knees. When he went down I caught his appearance–all black, gas mask covering his face, with no indication of nationality.

Gas mask? What do they think I can do? I screamed in my mind.

In the midst of fighting them off and somehow avoiding the rapid fire of bullets coming my way I could hear small familiar thought in the air.

They don’t know what you can do! That is why they are scared!¬†Jason. Somehow his message weaved through the tangle of wanna be soldier thoughts surrounding me. It wasn’t just I could hear their thoughts, but I could sense their brain commands to their limbs. I knew where they were aiming before they aimed and that was why I just took down twenty soldiers. Well, that and apparently I am Supergirl or something because in my past life that only ended maybe a day ago you would be shocked if I could do one pushup.

Panting, I stood in the midst of fallen enemies. My oversized white gown had bullet holes in the areas that moved slower than myself and my feet felt cut up, but I was alive. I looked up to see Jason standing by the operating table he fixed me on.

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Who? 

His eyes turned fiery, “Donavan.”

I watched him as his thoughts filled with what truly happened to me and what my life before this truly was. Apparently, the life I remember was the life before last. Maybe I was a monster after all.

As we stared at each other Jason’s mind was filled with hunger–of fries…and revenge.

{to be continued}

Word Count: 291

Mirror Mirror on the Wall {Writing Prompt Wednesday}

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Writing Prompt Wednesday

Instructions: Use the prompt provided and write a short story, poem, dialogue, scene, etc of your choice. No more than 500 words and the story needs to be an original of your own. Leave a link to your story in the comments below where readers and I can check them out!

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

“Dana, what are you doing?” Sophie came up beside her best friend.

Dana wore her short black hair in a small ponytail at the nape of her neck with a baseball cap, covering up the rest of her hair. Her sharp emerald eyes lit up as she stood in front of the old, victorian mirror.

“Come on Soph, aren’t you curious?” she asked, glancing at her friend.

They were in a forbidden part of a German castle. The girls were on a summer tour before starting college for the first time and this was their high school graduation present to themselves. Sophie’s soft blonde hair started to stand up on her neck as Dana reached out a hand to the mirror. The faded designs looked as if they were trying to tell a story–one the girls needed to decipher before they spoke to it.

“Mirror mirror on the wall…” Dana started, smirking as she was scaring her friend Dana, “Who is going to kill us all?”

She saw Sophie’s eyes widen, but not at the request. The mirror flashed a bright light and when the girls found their eyesight again, a floating grim looking head was staring back at them from inside the mirror.

“An interesting request that has awakened my slumber. You’re own curiosity¬†has dialed death’s number,” he chanted at the girls.

Before they could say a word the ground started to shake, causing the cracks in the walls and tumbling decor around them as the head continued, “What you did not know is summoning me brings the Queen back to the show.”

The girls turned to scream and run, but a shadowy figure stood behind them, stifling their voices. Once materialized their eyes went straight to her face. The Queen’s evil smirk made the girls cower as the Queen took steps toward them.

“For you, a lesson is to be learned, what you speak is what you earn,” was the last thing the girls heard…

The End

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