FalconMirage
Selected Fri, Sep 30, 2022
He was there, dying in my arms.
I myself wouldn’t live much longer…
The bruises on my skin reflected his. We looked liked perfect lovers for our final instants. The crowd stoning us, spewing their hartred, would be the last to see us together.
But i didn’t want to die here and there, not for the sole crime of loving my boyfriend. I wanted to shout, to pray to whoever was listening, to do something, to bring peace, to avenge us; to save us. This was a cry for help, and it was meant to be heard !
Suddenly, i felt energy spark within me, my pains were waining, i could stand up again. The stones had turned into a shower of beautiful flowers and cotton balls. The crowd kept being loud, but the tone changed. The concerted hate stopped echoing and a confusing chaos took place. Some of them were fighting each others, some grew pustules others had roots growing out of their… and anchoring them into the ground. I couldn’t look away from that obese man becoming increasingly scrawny by the second. Tentacles were sprouting from puddles and wreaking havoc.
And then the animals started to come. A huge pack of sheeps charged taking some of them out with them. Huge cats came to pick others like they would naughty kittens. Animals i though were extinct for millenia went to retrieve what was left.
Peace returned to the now emptied street. Jack was still in my arms, confused but smiling.
"What happened ?"
"Divine intervention i guess…"
"Yes, but how many divinities ? Wait… is it just me or have you grown muscles in the meantime ?"
"I don’t know how but you look more attractive than before too"
"Yeah… and it feels like i’m *bigger* too…"
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Submitted by FalconMirage on Sun, Sep 25, 2022 to /r/WritingPrompts/
Full submission hereThe prompt
Out of options, you pray to whoever's listening to save you. As it turns out, there were a LOT of entities happy to bestow their divine providence upon you. Thing is, none of them knew the others were doing the same. The results are successful - albeit chaotic, to say the least.
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