I've always loved having the power to bring the dead back to life. I especially love standing over their graves and listening to them try to get out.
The small joys i can gain from this experience. I can't hurt the living without dire consequences so why not the dead instead? But.. I turn my head slightly to the left. I know i brought this one back, yet they were so silent. I look at the headstone.
'Valena Prackon
1847-1870
Loving daughter and sister
Lost in the dark flood
Forever in our hearts'
Hmm. Died young. Dark floods was a term for plague, yet the timing is wrong. Far too long after the first plagues. M,y curiosity got the better of me. I wander off, grab a shovel, wander back and begin digging. I must know what I'll find in this coffin.
END. TBC
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Another Day, Another Story
Short StoryA variety of short stories or chapter ideas for another proper book I am working on. As well as prompts from Pinterest or stories made from pictures, music, etc. Will add photos/music if I make one up from them. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ foul language included...
