The Damned
Caleb’s bloody signature was still sticky on the parchment as bullets ripped down the corridor. Innocent souls falling in the wake of his father’s raven-black London Fog. His essence, seized within these walls, promised in return.
Stumbling backward, searing white-hot pain radiating outward… Satan had reneged on the deal.
Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #277.
Prompt Word: Renege | Word Count: 49
Date: 2022-09-17 | Tags: #weekendwritingprompt
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This can be start of a great story Greg.
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Thanks Sadje, I was thinking more of a tragic ending. Exploring what brought him to the point he need to make a deal with the devil.
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Yes, that would be very interesting story.
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