In The Storm 96/100

I am in the storm and the storm is in me. There is no distinction where I end and the storm begins. I am the wind screeching through the trees and ripping them from the ground like blades of grass. I am the elements pelting the inhabitants, destroying those who stand in my ever-destructive path. I am the storm, a violent twist of emotions. They change every second, changing who I am every moment. I am everything in the storm and I am nothing in the storm. Nothing can stop me as I sweep across the land. I am unstoppable.

Word Count: 100


Advertisement 95/100

The advertisements makes her neck too long. She smirks to herself and thinks she looks like a giraffe. The advertisements make her body too thin. She scoffs and thinks she looks like a breakable twig. The advertisements make her skin flawless. She rolls her eyes and wonders how they get away with it.

“Why can’t I look like her?” She hears from beside her, looking at the little girl. It breaks her heart to hear those words from someone so young. How could anyone want to be that creature? She wonders how the creators of the advertisements sleep at night.

Word Count: 100

Last Hope 94/100

Luna frowned at the words of the fading message, “You are our last hope.” They were counting on her, the perpetual failure? She did not think she could do this; she could never live up to the hero they wanted: someone brave and powerful. She was just the freaky outcast.

A small hope flared within Luna as she grimly smiled. There was a possibility that she could be something more. Luna had been dreaming for a chance like this for a long time. After all, she might not be the hero they wanted; she could be the hero they needed.

Word Count: 100

Give Up 93/100

I narrow my eyes as the pixelated sprite stares at me with that joyous little smile. I can tell that it is taunting me, just enjoying my misery. “Give up!” The demonic little creature’s eyes seem to say with the happy music as added effect. I cannot allow myself to end here. I still have a few more lives left and I plan to finish this quest no matter what.

“Not today, you little shit!” I say before pressing the restart button, preparing myself. There is absolutely no way I am giving up on this game. Prepare to taste defeat!

Word Count: 100


Do parties and crowds fill you with energy, or send you scurrying for peace and quiet?

As an INTJ, I lean more towards the peace and quiet. I have a strong introverted personality. I find this a difficult question to answer as I do not have a straightforward answer.

I am an awkward person and parties/crowds often make me terribly nervous. I normally feel on the verge of a panic attack and I do not know how to interact with human all that well. I tend to say the wrong things and I often react in the manner that people do not expect or want. Sometimes, I notice this reacting in a different manner expected yet, I cannot bring myself to change that behavior. For me, it is a matter of honesty rather than being polite. I also do not see the value in the ritual. Do not get me started on small talk. In general, I tend to throw people off kilter and to be honest, I am not really a big fan of people. I tend to be a loner by nature and I honestly do not understand people. It would be nice if everyone could just make sense and I struggle to build relationships because of this trait. I envy my extroverted and feeling friends for their social capabilities.

I also enjoy the peace and quiet; it’s where I get some of my more creative ideas. I tend to write when I am alone as it allows me to focus and retreat into my mind. I cannot focus with the noise. It is distracting and I find it to be too loud for me at times. I find myself much more relaxed when I am by myself. I do not feel so anxiety ridden and I find that I can be myself. I like being inside my mind; it can be an extremely nice place at times. My creativity resides there along with most of my ideas. I spend the majority of my time alone or with roommates who still keep the peace and quiet. Plus, I am an introvert who scored high on the introverted scale.

On the other side, my mind can be a terrible place which it is the majority of the time. I say terribly cruel things to myself that I would never say to another human being. I often tend to tear myself down and send myself into depressive moods. They come frequently and often last for long moments of time. I am extremely good at hiding this. While the crowds and parties do not fill me with energy, they distract me from the comments in my head or at least try to, they provide a temporary form of relief. I can shut out the noise in my mind and get away from it for a little awhile. I know that is not healthy and I know I could use better techniques, but it is the way my life goes. I am just trying to deal with everything to the best of my capabilities.

On a brighter note, I do enjoy social events from time to time, especially when they consist of people who enjoy the same things as I do. I find Doctor Who is a great conversation. Trust me, I wear any of my Doctor Who shirts and I find that there is someone I can normally nerd out with. Sometimes, I find parties and social events enjoyable, but I have to be in a good mood and feeling on the lighter side of things for that to actually happen. I can have a good time and be a lot of fun, but my exterior makes that hard to be noticed.

So to answer the question, I don’t really have an answer. I also noticed I sound a tad mental and I rambled a bit. Oh well. How about you guys? Parties? Yay or Nay?

All That I Have 92-100

I watch him as he walks away, leaving me alone. He will not come back and he does not understand what impact he will have on me.

I thought he loved me. I thought he cared. I thought we could have a life together someday. It all hurts too much to think of that now.

“I am sorry, Ryan, but I can’t do this anymore.”

The pain doubles in my chest, taking my air away as those words reverberate in my head. Tears well in my eyes. He was all that I have. No, he was all that I had.

Word Count: 100

2AM Photo

Author’s Note: Hey guys, This is my first time doing the daily photo challenge. It’s rather dark and a bit gruesome. I hope I did well! Here is the link to the post: Enjoy!

It’s 2AM and your phone has just buzzed you awake, filling the room in white-blue LED light. You have a message. It’s a photo. No words, no explanation. Just a photo. Tell us all about it. And what happens next.

It’s 2 A.M. and my phone vibrates with that stupid bright light, dragging me out of my sleep. “GAH!” I shout as I roll out of my bed onto the floor. Everything seems to swim and I cannot quite get my surroundings under control. I sit myself up and reach to grab my phone off the dark wooden beside table. The Android phone feels heavy in my hand and I press the power button, hissing slightly at the bright light that invades the dark room. My fingers swipe the screen of the phone, bringing the message up. My eyes widen at the sight of the message: it’s the old Cathedral, the one I had not been to since the funeral.

I know who sent this and I shake with anger. This man has been turning my life into hell ever since that day. He has constantly taunted me, evading my grasp. I swore to my sister and myself I would catch this man and here is my chance. I became a detective to bring this Monster to justice. “See you in hell, fucker.” I whisper to the phone before placing it back on the table. I race to get dressed and I can’t help of think of that day as I get ready to find the man who had turned my life upside down.

It had started out like a normal day I found out my sister was dead. Nothing every really happened in our small Irish neighborhood in Manhattan. Sure, there was public drunkenness or thefts, but nothing to the degree of this. Things like this were rare for a city, but my neighborhood prided itself on being one of the safest. I was heading home from my high school, happy to see my sister again. Alex had come home from break at College and while Alex had spent most of her time with me, she had gone to hang out with her friends the night before. I was pretty pumped to be able to see her again.

There was a Cathedral that I passed on my way home and my family went there every Sunday for Mass. I noticed the police gathering around the Cathedral and I was instantly worried. The Police normally never visited the Cathedral unless it was for Mass and this was not for Mass. Police Sirens blared and there was crime scene taping off the entrance of the Cathedral. My chest tightened and I began to fight off the nervous thoughts.

It could be your sister. Something terrible might have happened to Alex.

I approached the steps of the church when a familiar officer recognized me. “Hey, Mallory. Can you come here for a second?”

I nodded and walked over to Officer Finnegan. He looked down at me with pity in his eyes and took a deep breath. “Mallory, I have something to tell you. Your sister is inside the Cathedral. Unfortunately, I cannot let you see her. Mallory…”

He took another deep breath, trying to prepare himself to break the news. “Your sister is dead.”

I shook my head. Uh-uh. No way. Not real. Can’t possibly being happening. I could prove that she was not dead. All I had to do was step into the church. I dodged around Officer Finnegan and ignored his shouts. I raced up the marble steps ignoring the shouts of others and ducking under the police tape. I could not possibly prepare myself for the Horror inside.

My sister lay on the ground, in a crimson pool of her own blood. Her mouth was open in a half scream and her eyes were wide in terror. I dropped to the ground, unsure if this was reality. My mouth opened and closed attempting to make sounds, but none could come. The world lost color right before my eyes and the silence became deafening. I took my sister’s cold hand in my own and I really can’t remember anything next except for one thing.

I swore that I would hunt down the monster that killed my sister and slay it.

That memory still haunts me to this day. Hell, I cannot even look at myself in the mirror. We looked too similar to one another: bright green eyes, ash blonde hair, pale freckled skin. It had been frightening. The chance has finally come for me to take out my vengeance. They say ‘an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind’, but I could not care at this point. All I want to do is make this fucking Monster pay. I walk up the same marble steps that lead me to the event that had changed my fate once. It had been a long time since I set foot in this Cathedral; I had not stepped inside since my sister’s funeral. I could not stand to relive the traumatic event and I could no longer believe in an omnipotent being who could allow things like this to happen.

I pushed the wooden doors open, slightly wincing at the creaking sound. I grabbed the flashlight from my coat and flicked it on. Annoying bright light filled the Cathedral and I stepped inside to investigate. The Cathedral was pitch dark and I supposed he wanted the element of surprise. After all, the monster could not be human enough to face me directly. I continued to walk amongst the pews, searching for any signs of him. The lights flickered on, leaving a dim glow in the Cathedral and my vision focused on the figure in front of the alter. His face was obscured by a hood of a black jacket and I clicked my flashlight off, stuffing it back in my pocket. I placed my hands in pocket, waiting for him to make a move.

“How nice of you to join me Mallory. You and I have very good memories of this place.” He said in a deep dark voice. I glared at him, not trusting myself to speak or move. I wanted to kill him so bad, right there and then. However, things would be much sweeter if I could bring him to justice.

He seemed unhappy about the response he was getting and continued on with a sigh. “Now, Now, Mallory, don’t be like that. Your sister was much more vocal, screaming for her to leave her be and to free her. But she belonged to Death and Death always gets what he wants. You and I have unfinished business, Mallory. We both know you I am responsible for killing those girls. You are going to be my final murder and it will all have come full circle. My last murder where the first happened and the girl who looks like her sister.” Each step brought him closer to me and I could see him pull out a knife.

All I could say was, “Bring it on, Fucker.”

Everything seemed to speed up violently. He rushed at me with the knife and I barely dodged him, managing to trip him a little. He let out a grunt at this and charged at me again. He slammed into me, knocking the both of us to the ground. I kicked and punched at him, deflecting the knife away poorly. I earned several scratches on my arm, but managed to kick him off me.

We got up onto our feet once more, circling one another. Our eyes locked on each other’s. We knew that only one would survive. We had come too far for the other to survive.

He launched himself at me again. This time went quicker than the first. He tried to stab the knife directly into my chest, but my hands locked onto his wrist. He was quite strong for someone who seemed so inhuman. He began press down, the knife nearing my chest. It was time for me to make my move, now or never.

I placed my foot on his chest, knocking him away. I had not managed to get the knife out of his hands and he came at me once again. He was too fast for me this time and managed to stick the knife into my side. He pulled the knife out and I could see the shadow of victorious smile grace his lips. I took a few steps back and pressed my hands to my side, trying to stop the blood. “Goodbye, Mallory. I hope you get to see your sister again. Tell her, I say goodbye.” He said, before going after me once more.

I had one more chance and I hoped that it would work.

Just as he launched himself at me, I launched myself at him. We tumbled to the ground and everything happened in the blur. I managed to grasp the knife in my hands and I plunged it into his chest. He growled at me and tried to rip the knife from me, which only prompted me to stab again. He went quiet.

I disentangled myself from the man, silently bleeding out on the floor. Silent sobs shook my body and for the first time, I truly grieved for my sister. Tears ran down my cheeks and I shakily took my phone from my pocket. I had recorded his confession, in case I did die. I opened the phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Hey, Mallory! It’s Shelia. What’s the matter?”

“Just get the force over here and an ambulance too.” I nearly cried, holding back the sob.

“I’ll be right there. Everything is going to be fine.” Shelia comforted, before hanging up.

It was over. Everything was over and I could finally let go in a messed up way. I let out a sigh of relief and placed my hand to my side. “Hey, Alex.” I whispered, feeling relieved and light.

Word Count: 1,677