Writing Prompt

Those classic, familiar big golden arches. That was our destination as we got off the bus. None of us had a car yet, so public transportation was our main mode of getting around. We had come from the stereotypical teenage summer destination — The mall. But a series of events had spooked us into departing early. We hurried out before we had time to stop at the food court, and we knew McDonald's was...

Covered by the darkness, I made my way through the village. I weaved through the shadows. The shadows were where I thrived. They felt comforting, it felt like coming home. I looked up at the night sky. It was a cloudy night. The stars were covered by the clouds making it even darker than normal.

_How fitting_ I thought to myself. I made my way to the meeting point. The night air felt cool. I co...

"Hey abby"I say excited

"Do you know what the deal with Angelo is? None of my calculations are lining up to why hes acting phycotic unless someone else was involved in this mess"abby says

"Pfft Angelo i never know what the deal is with that kid" I say

"Angelo is your boyfriend do you even know his favorite color?"abby adds

"Favorite color? No idea. But his darkest secrets. Those i know well."

...

I leaned against the white marble wall. I could barely breathe, my heart thumping out of my chest. Beneath the sound of my drumming heart was a silence, shattered by the creaking of a door being opened. A teenage boy walked in, his shining black boots clicking every time he stepped. My anxiety was joined by a jumble of other feelings I didn’t recognize. Through the overwhelming emotions, I somehow...

Favorite color?

No idea.

But his darkest secrets.

Those I know well.

Shall I kiss and tell?

For his secrets are grotesque.

Even for the best of us

To consider

It’s a bitter pill

Your head will reel

From the knowledge

That someone so sinister

Can live

Amongst us

But after you understand

He’s just a man

Who is sick

You will realize

That what we believe is evil

He believes is normal...

I was created for one sole purpose: death. Causing death, more specifically. It was for that reason I was put through trials in order to prepare for each mission. My target’s favorite color? No idea. But his darkest secrets? Those I knew well. Those I lived through. It’s cruel — in a way, as I did to him what _they_ did to me. It’s cruel. But it had to be done.

Because only one of us can suffer m...

favourite color?

he never said.

but i knew

every shadow

in his head.

and still

i stayed—

trying to color in

a man

who only ever

came in grey....

It was my job to know. Not the questions people were supposed to ask in polite conversation but instead, the questions no one ever wants to answer. I don’t know if I’d be considered a spy. I just know these things because I have to. It pays to know everything about everyone. With him it was no different....

Aaron was that friend. You know the kid you met when you were summering with your grandma and them. You know the friend you don’t have anything in common with anymore but you still see occasionally out of habit and the wife always send Christmas cards to. So when Aaron called me and invited me over for beers I said yes when every fiber of my being screamed no.

I was going to pull a last minute I...

It seemed forever ago when I first came upon him, his serpent tail tucked between his legs and his three heads drooping in unison. He was a frail thing then, small and sickly, his obsidian fur patchy and squirming with maggots. He lifted one head as I approached, his mind too far gone to register fear. He simply stared ahead with those hollow eyes as I removed the chain his parents had placed arou...