The light mesmerized her as she stared into the screen. She’d been writing for hours, bringing her characters to life. Without her they would never have been born. She was their mother, their confidant…indeed, she was their goddess!
She sat silently considering which of these would face their bloody demise. Pondering each one, considering who would meet their end, she never saw what happened.
The next day they found her, hands tied behind her back, head lying on the keyboard, eyes sightlessly focused on the words typed on the screen:
WE WILL NOT DIE!
About the Creator
Suzy Jacobson Cherry
Writer. Artist. Educator. Interspiritual Priestess. I write poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and thoughts on stuff I love.
Keep reading
More stories from Suzy Jacobson Cherry and writers in Fiction and other communities.
Glamour — The Apprentice
It was the day before the New Year according to the calendar on the wall, though just a couple of months past there had been great parties for the ancient celebrations of the turning wheel. Now a week past the Yuletide solstice, Wendy was ready to move into the coming days according to the society in which she lived. First, though, there were a few tasks to be completed.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry7 months ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.