Word Prompt Story – Power

Word prompt stories – I’m going to try and look for a word prompt daily (haha don’t laugh) and see if I can create something short and sweet to write around it. As it’s me I’ll probably try and put a science fiction spin on it.

For all you reading it, this is a challenge for you as well, can you come up with something based in the chosen word? Post it on your blog and link back to this post something short of around 50 – 200 words (but no limit really) , it can be a story, poem, thought or whatever.

Why not join in and create something?

Power

Laying all about him, the broken ruins of the army that dared to march on Asgard. The survivors looked back in fear they fled, breathing in the smoke from the fires filled his chest before exhaling out the vengeance of his soul.

The God of thunder feared nothing.

His power had been shown.

© Simon Farnell 2013 – 2023




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8 thoughts on “Word Prompt Story – Power

  1. The girl cowered in a corner, shaking with anger and hatred. All she wanted was a chance. A shot at survival.
    And even that had been stolen from her.
    They had dismissed her as weak, as idiotic, as untalented.
    They knew nothing.
    They did not know of her true powers. The furnace of fury burning in her soul fueled her unfettered magic, sending the black shadows shattering out from her palms and fingertips. The thick dense darkness swirled around the cupboard, tendrils of shadows curling around the rotting wood. The girl gaped at the darkness, shocked.
    Then she smiled.
    They wanted proof. Proof of her strength and talent.
    And proof they would get.
    The girl coaxed and cajoled and pleaded with the darkness and shadows surrounding her. She needed them.
    A well. A well full of darkness. Power coursed through her body, ripping through her veins, dancing in her blood
    Her feet twisted out from under her, and she raised her arms above her head, calling on more darkness. Her senses flooded with those shadows, with that cool, slithering darkness. It would not be enough- the blackness must be deeper, must be darker, must be denser.
    Pain replaced the maelstrom of darkness inside of her. The girl’s mouth opened in a grotesque scream as her body began to decay, turning into shadows and darkness, fleeting vapours of blackness.
    Then it came into existence. She stopped. The shadows inside her banked. She gave herself away entirely, her body now nothing more wisps of thick darkness.
    She blessed it with hatred and anger and fury that would give it the strength to fight and wreak havoc upon this damned city. She directed the shadows around, shaping them, giving them purpose. Claws. Malformed wings. Teeth like jagged knives. Scaly, thick skin. Red eyes full of the hatred that belonged to her. She then ripped her own soul to pieces, placing the shreds in this creation of hers. This gorgeous, evil , unstoppable creation.
    Then, she and her shadow-monster screamed as one as they leapt out of the room, thirsting for blood. Thirsting for blood and power.

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