VISUAL PROMPT

by Louisa Wilhelm @ artstation

Write a fantasy story about 'The Tavern on the Water'.

The Tavern 

This place has a fully stocked bar. I am your bartender.I’ll make whatever you drink.Want a beer? No money is taken. But, if you drink this beer, you will lose part of your ear. .

You see this is not a regular Tavern, where you have a drink. This has only a one way door. No way out..owned by evils!


I came to his beautiful tavern for a week vacation, I never left. It’s a beautiful tavern

Chandelier in the lobby, accompanied by beautiful tapestry rugs. This is definitely a five star hotel. I thought it would be nice to go to the country for vacation. Unfortunately, one night I got drunk. That is when the matriarch of devils approached me.I don’t remember what I said because, I was drunk. That’s how it all started.


I’ve been tending bar for 100 years.

I made a deal with the devil, to stay young forever. I sold my soul.

I cannot leave, the devils will eat me up,piece by piece. First, my fingers will be eaten. If I disobey, another body part gets cut off and eaten. So,this is my life in hell.It is torture!


I tried to escape once, they cut off all my toes.

Why did I make that terrible mistake? Why did I agree to eternal life. I didn’t know this was my penance, to remain at this Tavern,for all of eternity.


Never come to this tavern.This is my advice.

You will regret it. You see these devils do not look like devils. They are people like you and me. They look like humans. But, at night everything changes. Their body composition changes. They grow fangs and long teeth. The smell of death reeks in-the lobby, while death flies around the room.

Stagnant air circulates the room, which makes it hard to breathe. Every night at midnight, I hear ghosts screaming with pain. I just try to block it out. I pour myself a drink. Somebody, please help me.



I’ve been trapped here for 80 years now. I was 20 years old when I came to this tavern.I still look 20. I’ll never get old. It’s a curse. This decision became my destiny. All I could do is cry and pray for death. Every morning I look in the mirror and see the same face untouched. Year after year I age, but my face still remains young..



I pray that Holy Spirit comes and takes me away. I have seen enough through my hundred years of life.Maybe one day, my life will end. I hope soon. Pray I go peacefully.

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