one shots for first 10 requests!
The Request:
PROMPT: "Shit!" he cried, sliding down the wall.
GENRE: Dark Humor
The Result:
A 331 word, one page one-shot for Sofia titled...
“Shit!" he cried, as he slid down the wall. “What do you want?”
The toddler, Aira, the daughter of Evvie, the leader of one of his vampyr regiments, looked at him for a second, then started bawling again. The Lord of Midnight growled in frustration. “I’ve played all the games I know. Hide-and-seek makes you scared because I have to leave you alone down here to let you hide… Peek-a-boo just makes me laugh because it’s so, so… messed up… And… got-your-nose didn’t work out so well,” he sighed, holding up a bloody knife. “You want this back now?”
Aira nodded vigorously. Damorien approached her, squelched her nose back onto her face, and carefully stitched it up. “Let’s hope mommy doesn’t notice that little bruise…”
She tugged on Damorien’s sleeve. “Whaaat?” he groaned. “Can’t you go gamble or something? Why do you have to follow me around?”
The toddler frowned. Her lower lip began to teeter dangerously on the verge of tears. Again.
“Okay, okay, I’m listening. Shh. I’m not going to kill you unless you start crying. Shh,” he scooped her up and patted her on the back gingerly, afraid of more regurgitated bloody milk spilling on his cloak. “What is it?” he asked the little girl.
Aira pointed to her bulging diaper and whimpered.
“Oh. Oh, no you don’t,” Damorien growled. “Stitch that thing up right now, sister or… or…”
Aira’s eyes watered up and she began to cry softly. “Stop! Stop!” exclaimed Damorien. Aira wailed a little, and Damorien cringed. The toddler, being a smart vampyr child, noticed this and decided to put her powerful lungs too good use.
Three floors above, the Harpies asked each other who Damorien was torturing; they had never heard a louder, more shrill shriek. It sounded like a child at first, but then became more of a man’s scream.
~~~~~~~
“Fine. I’ll change the damn thing,” Damorien snapped, his face very red from screaming.
Aira sat down, smiling, sucking her nose contentedly.
Please read and review.
PROMPT: "Shit!" he cried, sliding down the wall.
GENRE: Dark Humor
The Result:
A 331 word, one page one-shot for Sofia titled...
“Shit!" he cried, as he slid down the wall. “What do you want?”
The toddler, Aira, the daughter of Evvie, the leader of one of his vampyr regiments, looked at him for a second, then started bawling again. The Lord of Midnight growled in frustration. “I’ve played all the games I know. Hide-and-seek makes you scared because I have to leave you alone down here to let you hide… Peek-a-boo just makes me laugh because it’s so, so… messed up… And… got-your-nose didn’t work out so well,” he sighed, holding up a bloody knife. “You want this back now?”
Aira nodded vigorously. Damorien approached her, squelched her nose back onto her face, and carefully stitched it up. “Let’s hope mommy doesn’t notice that little bruise…”
She tugged on Damorien’s sleeve. “Whaaat?” he groaned. “Can’t you go gamble or something? Why do you have to follow me around?”
The toddler frowned. Her lower lip began to teeter dangerously on the verge of tears. Again.
“Okay, okay, I’m listening. Shh. I’m not going to kill you unless you start crying. Shh,” he scooped her up and patted her on the back gingerly, afraid of more regurgitated bloody milk spilling on his cloak. “What is it?” he asked the little girl.
Aira pointed to her bulging diaper and whimpered.
“Oh. Oh, no you don’t,” Damorien growled. “Stitch that thing up right now, sister or… or…”
Aira’s eyes watered up and she began to cry softly. “Stop! Stop!” exclaimed Damorien. Aira wailed a little, and Damorien cringed. The toddler, being a smart vampyr child, noticed this and decided to put her powerful lungs too good use.
Three floors above, the Harpies asked each other who Damorien was torturing; they had never heard a louder, more shrill shriek. It sounded like a child at first, but then became more of a man’s scream.
~~~~~~~
“Fine. I’ll change the damn thing,” Damorien snapped, his face very red from screaming.
Aira sat down, smiling, sucking her nose contentedly.
Please read and review.