Lucifer (TV) - written for Dreamwidth

[prisca]

Title: Her Fate
Characters: Mazekeen, Lucifer Morningstar
Prompts: everything new
Word Count: 124
Finished: 18.12.2017

Lucifer had never been a good child who followed the rules. His father finally had taken the appropriate measures and banned him from heaven. Forevermore the dutiful servant in hell.

He hated this life, despite the overarching power it gave him; so boring always to be the guy others were afraid of.

„Maybe we should visit earth for some time,“ he told Mazekeen one day.

„No, we don't,“ the demoness who was at his side since he could remember, protested. „Humans are so weak and dull.“

He smiled his demonic smile she never could resist. „Might be fun to change this.“

Mazekeen sighed inwardly. She knew she had no other chance than to follow him, wherever he would decide to go.

The Walking Dead - written for Dreamwidth

[prisca]

Title: A new chance
Characters: Beth Green, Daryl Dixon
Word Count: 172
Finished: 18.12.2017

„Sometimes I'm dreaming about it that I wake up in the morning and all the zombies are gone." Beth smiled shy, as often when she was alone with Daryl.

„Hm,“ he snarled without looking up. „What would you do?“

„I would grab the chance for a new beginning. I want a house with a little garden. For me and Maggie. And Glen and the baby. A normal life.

And I want a library with tons of books. Only romance and love stories. Poetries. No drama, nothing about death and loss and all.

You? What are your plans?"

Daryl kept quiet for a moment, then he shrugged. „I don't know if I want a chance like this,“ he admitted. „No place to go. No friends. No family. I would rather hang around in cheap bars again, drink too much, just to kill the time.“

To his surprise, Beth suddenly bent forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. „You would always be welcome in my home,“ she said.

Jeremiah (TV) - Poem - Written for Picture Prompt Fun

[prisca]

Title: The old hut
Characters: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 52
Finished: 15.06.2017

Note: This poem follows loosely the rules of a haiku



The shed in the woods,
hidden between age-old trees.
So long forgotten.

His secret refuge.
The only place he feels safe.
No pain. No dark dreams.

Not the booming voice
in his head, tormenting him.
Short, peaceful moments.

But he knows too well,
this will not last forever.
His fate is waiting.