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Writing Prompt

STORY STARTER

Write a story about a retired villain.

What is their life like now, and how might their previous career affect their retirement? You don't have to write about a superhero-style villian; it can be any character with a villianous career.

Writings

Dehydration

Being out flying is the most exhilarating feeling that Pippa has ever experienced.


Being able to share that with someone, someone who knows who she is, is just amazing. Freeing.


Pippa and Cotton soar, leaving trails of glittery light and droplets respectively.


They weren’t Beacon and Water Craze. They were just themselves.


“You think you can catch me, Tink?” Cotton challenges, speeding up, j...

Not The Best Decision

“Look, as much as I love a good party, sadly I’m retired. I’m bound by the law now.”


“Come onnnnn!” She grinned. “It’ll be funnnnnn!”


I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine, but I’m wearing a mask.”


“Yes! Are you ready for the party of our lives!?” Her devious smile makes me want to take it back.


I stepped back into my house, “Y’know maybe I’m too old for this.” It was too late, sh...

Dr. Doofenshmirtz, Retired

"Ah, Perry the Platypus! Your arrival is unexpected. And by unexpected I actually mean unexpected, because I haven't actually done anything evil today. I haven't done anything remotely evil in months. I'm retired, remember? And it's not Bingo night, or our regularly scheduled coffee date, so... why are you here?


"Well, while I have you, let me show you something I've been working on. I call it my...

On hold

I had enemies, of course. What villain doesn’t? Unfortunately, mine took the form of sunshine,

which made her remarkably difficult to foil. I am, after all, a creature of darkness.


But I am also an optimist. And I’ll be damned if I let her get to me.


That is why I’m here.


As I stealthily make my approach, I hear her chatting and mentally brace myself for her verbal onslaught.


If she’s ...

Things Ain’t Like They Used To Be

"Slide me another whiskey, Misty."


That's my third today and it's not even 12:00. But nothing quite wakes me up like the warm tender massage of whiskey on my tonsils.


Here it goes.


Aaahhh, that's better. For now at least. I've gotten used to the throbbing head of a hangover, and I can't remember the last time my piss flowed a colour that wasn't a dark yellow.


It turns out life's pretty empt...

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A Vidisat From Alex

click fizz hiss (screen sharpens)


Hello again dear brothers, I thought I would send a videsat message to-my dear friends outside the wall. I know it’s been long-ago since we nattered a bit, but I thought that you might like to hear from your old droog and catch-up on what’s been going-on-up-to and since I last ranted.

This time, there’s me, that is, as you know, Alex. But now I have f...

The Assassin’s Daughter|The Nanny

Roza watched the child playing in the snowy park. To anyone she looked like a grandmother watching her granddaughter play while her mind idly wandered but the truth was far from it. Instead her mind assessed every single thing that could possibly be a threat to her practically-granddaughter.


She payed close attention to the rooftops and windows around them. It wasn’t necessary, she knew, but a h...

The Sacrament of Confession

Looking out the window made everything seem so quiet and peaceful, like staring at a beautiful painting. Warner savored the living detail of people running around...where were they all going? Over here he could see a little boy clutching his mother’s hand, excitedly rushing to catch the best spot to see the penguins at the Central Park Zoo. Over there he saw an old man arguing with an old woman as...

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I am Sorry

I was a pup just like any other. When you are small, everyone thinks you are cute. They actually care about your feelings. Now, when other animals see you they think that you are bad. Animals are so sensitive especially pigs. They claim to be traumatized because I tried to eat them. I am a reformed wolf and they treat me like a pariah. I tried to apologize but they make it so hard. I went to...

Spare Room

There is only one cashier, and it is Mr. Williams today, that explains the long line. Grace sighed and looked down at the items in her basket and wondered if it would be better to come back later. She still had cheese and crackers she could eat, and the milk was not spoiled yet. Looking up and seeing that Mr. Williams was still talking with Mrs. Snyder, Grace decided. Abandoning her basket, she ma...