Story Ideas

When I have an idea for a story, no matter how awful it may be, I'll come here to put it down:

Lightning flickered from her palms, encasing her from head to toe. It isn't the Fourth night. She's only ever had to choose a death on the Fourth night. "Don't release the lightning and the lightning releases itself, ending in the death of five," but maybe this time... No. The risk was too great. It would be selfish. Many have called her the Savior, the one with whom the higher power elected. It made sense, she saved four, and yet she couldn't help feeling like nothing more than a murderer. A character of Death. Such speak would be treason, but it was true, that's what it was - death. There was no honor to it, not for the elected or for the many dead chosen that followed them.

(Fantasy)

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As all the leaves went falling, she was the last one clinging - Till the man yelled "Timber", and the tree came down.

(Love? I don't know yet)

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God she loved him. She loved him. Dammit, she loved him. Didn't that matter at all? Didn't that count for something? Why didn't it seem to change anything other than herself? If she could pull out her own god damn heart she'd do it, she decided in that moment. And if she couldn't pull out her own heart out, she'd pull out another. She'd find Travis Markson, and she'd have his heart, in any way she could.

After all, it was time he knew she existed. It was time he became more than a face behind her screen.

(Horror, thriller)