Writing Prompt

The daily battle

The need to choose

Who should stay.

Who will lose.

With one last look

Upon the nominees

For that effervescent shimmer,

Before the final decrees.

Should the right be mine?

To pass judgement.

Your life be in my hands

For I am the final Ultimate....

Click and thats it.

My heart skips a beat as glare into the mirror.

“who am i-i clear the water from my eyes- Like actually. I dont know my make my model a-am-am -i stutter-Who am i?”

My inner monologue, kickstarts us off for the morning,and today, seems like the type of day where, im quite fond of my glorious burden.

Evil i feel.

I shake off the water that drips down my neck, It leaves a ...

i look at her with my wishful gaze

breathe at her neck, watch the hairs stand up

shes been in my vision for a while

ive noticed her sufffering

she has come to me in her silent begging

she invites me in with her depseration

with her evasive want to live

her dreams whisper sorrows for me to take

i have been lurking, waiting, in anticipation

for she knows

she knows

her time has come

i feel her in h...

I choose who leaves this world. It’s a tiresome job making sure everyone goes at the right time. Even a second before of later then the whole timeline could get messed up, and we all know that woukdnt end well. Today I’ll start with the baker, then an hour later his mother. After that I’ll take a day off.

I decide who leaves the ground. This job doesn’t make me happy I can’t control who has to ...

Oh, my God - have mercy! Another morning. The endless cycle continues. Poor Aiden‘s dog. Sorry Alyssa‘s cat. David’s great grandmother who was never sick. Gina‘s grandson, just eight days old. A butterfly on a windshield. A baby bird falling from its nest. A baboon killed by a leopard. A lion killed by a poacher. A politician killed by cancer. A crab boiled alive and smashed to be cooked. Luke’s f...

Life in my hands

A wondereous gift

To choose who shall die

Most hate me

Some fear me

Others are fascinated by me

I do amazing things

I put people out of their misery

Either sick or in pain

I help them though you say otherwise

Sometimes I come out of nowhere

Other times people know for a while

Or find out at the last minute

I hather souls

And set them free

No longer in pain when they’re with ...

Each day a gift sent to the rift

To save them from the squalor.

A life I lure to spare the poor,

But never the white-collar.

The power, great, painless to take,

I never could abuse.

How could they know it’s time to go?

No, that’s for me to choose.

Now, there are those who dare oppose

My godly overseeing.

But it is them, I tell you, friend,

Who do all the deceiving.

Life in my hands, with it I pla...

I love my job, I think

Blank stare, scratching my head…a blink

Well, I do what I must

Everyone, everything will eventually turn to dust

Some of you must think of me as grey and bleak

Some of you might think, I only come for the weak

I am not scary and grave

And when I knock, You don’t need to be brave

I don’t pick and choose

That’s not what I do

I swear, it is true

Life happens, it’s so fast

...

Every day I have to choose it’s heads or tails but,no one can win everyone has to lose. Wheather you live to make it to see another day. With my job on this earth you cannot stay. If you believe in a higher power.

I truly hope they help you in your final hour. If I could I’d only take the lives of those who deserve it and when the good die young I want to quit.but if there were no such thing as d...

**_At the dawn of my existence,

All was a fresh canvas,

From the vibrant tapestry of the earth,

The wondrous grace of flora and fauna,

To the pure naivety of unseen shadows that roam the realm.

Life unfolds in beauty's embrace,

Yet harbors shadows in its dance,

At times, it glimmers like a cherished gift,

Only to reveal a heart of coal on Christmas morn.

Since the dawn of thought within...