It was over.

Years and years of tyranny, at last brought to an end.

Lily pulled out her sword from the fallen dark lord’s body. It was smeared with blood, matching that which was slowly spreading on the floor, the corpse at the center of the bloody puddle. So…

I think the title kind of conveys the gist of what I’ll say already, but just leaving at that would be boring, so here’s some text. Text that talks about why I felt like doing this, what I’ll be doing(hint: it’s in the title) and so on.

First of all…

I look down.

It’s a long way down. Not the kind of drop most would survive. I’m sure I wouldn’t, not with my tiny, frail body. Hitting the ground is not what I am built for.

I am on top of a tall building. I can’t say anything more about…

I think I focused a bit too much on the part about writing exactly 500 words compared to making it a proper story, but at least I gave it a try :)

Every October the pain would come. Exactly at midnight on the first, like clockwork. An itch all over my body that I couldn’t make stop. An unbearable ache the likes of which I had never known before that and would never know again until the next year rolled around.


My hands shook, but part of me always knew it would turn out like this.

She didn’t move. Laid completely still, as if frozen in time. Blood dripped down the edge of the blade I held in my hand.

It was work. Nothing personal.

I just needed to bring the…

Shouldn’t there be an“attempt to” in that title? Probably. In fact I think so too, but I’d like to consider myself a bit of an optimist.

So, fiction. Writing it, more specifically. I always enjoyed writing short fiction, poems, and other such things. …

Emelie, seventeen years old, was about to take over the world.

For most seventeen year old girls, taking over the world was not an easy task. For most humans, period, taking over the world was no easy task.

But in that statement, in that thought, Emelie found her inspiration. She…

Amelia had plenty of secrets. Some of them weren’t even that bad.

There was, for instance, that time when she had tried to put some baguettes that were supposed to go into the oven in the microwave, not having actually read the instructions, at the same time as she had…

I casually strolled down to the site, making sure to wave and smile for my fans on the way.

Fans were something I had plenty of. It turned out that remaining active for over a dozen years without a single complaint, without a single mishap or civilian getting hurt while…

Nellie N

I write short fiction and articles about things I like or find interesting

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