Malefice Pt. 1_Grim James; Moving Forward_Escaping Fate_How to Make a Monster
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Malefice Pt. 1
"Lariona, get down here. Customers are coming", my mother said, tight-lipped and emotionless. That was what happened when you worked with dark magic for all your life. She, like all my family, extended and close, had never seen what life was like outside of Malefice crafting. They'd drawn me in too, but I was different. I had dreams. Dreams of helping the world, of happy days, not supplying the Maleficers of the world with their means of terrorism. I didn't want my life to consist only of that. Still, for now, I would have to make do. I pulled on my demon-skin gloves, the rough, chafed surfac...
Grim James; Moving Forward
Mabel; age: 25, cause of death: a car accident. Follow me, please. “Wha-what’s going on,” she cries out. I explain that she’s been involved in a hit and run and now needs to rest. She sobs as she looks towards her body, lying lifeless in the car. I block her view, “come on, follow me.” We arrive at my shop, where I counsel the souls before they depart. “What is this place anyway?” “it’s my shop,” I respond as I hand her a piece of paper. “This piece of paper is a waiver; signing it means you agree to leave your life behind and move on to the afterlife. She stares blankly, “so, does this mean ...
Escaping Fate
As the door slammed closed behind him, the prince groaned in frustration before falling face-first into his bed. He would have been content to just lay there for the rest of time, but it wasn’t long before he was bothered by a soft tapping noise. He debated ignoring it for a few moments, but as the tapping grew louder and more insistent, he gave in and sat up. The source of the tapping was the mirror in the corner of his room. Most of the time, it appeared to be nothing more than a normal mirror, but its true colors were revealed whenever the prince was alone. Rather than reflect the extravag...
How to Make a Monster
Tzipporah You think you know who you can trust. It should be easy to tell those who wish to harm you from those that won’t. And yet, it really is those that are closest to you that can do the most damage. They wear a mask that laughs and smiles in your face while all the while they are plotting your demise. In hindsight, I really should’ve seen it coming. “Priscilla, why?” I asked, clutching at my heart where she had just yanked the essence of my power. Without my power, my knees buckled under me and I crumbled to the floor. She stood over me, holding my power in her hand. It shimmered and...