Emma's Stories

(You don't necessarily have to have read part 1 to understand what's going on. It just gives a little extra context.) "Why me?" the Mayor asked, struggling in her bonds. "You could've picked anyone your nemesis cared about as a hostage instead. Heck, your nemesis doesn't even know me. He just knows OF me." "While threatening your life wouldn't pull on his heartstrings as much as threatening one of his friends, I'm confident he'll still come," I said, sitting back in my armchair and sipping my mug of hot cider. "He's got a sense of duty that's just soo exploitable. But even if he doesn't, there is another reason why I chose to kidnap you." "Then tell me," she said, glaring at me. "I've been trying to get your attention about some major problems in this city for quite some time, now." "'Problems'?" she scoffed. "Nothing YOU consider to be a problem is something t...

(I posted this on r/WritingPrompts over a year ago but I couldn't find the link, nor could I remember the wording of the prompt. Thank the gods I thought to copy/paste the text in a separate location after posting it on reddit, otherwise this may've been lost for good) "I don't understand," Michael said, with the look of utter bewilderment on his face. "I thought you hated me." "Hate you?" I laughed. "I hate a lot of things, but I don't hate you. I've actually grown quite fond of you." Michael raised his eyebrows. "I'm serious," I said, wrapping a blanket around him. "I'm not heartless. I just use unorthodox methods of getting what I want." "Like stealing and destruction of property?" "Hey, I only do that to people who can afford it," I said. "Ever wonder why none of my targets are small businesses or individual houses?" "You know, I never realized that," Mich...

 Originally posted in r/WritingPrompts, inspired by this prompt: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/zw6twr/wp_you_have_been_stabbed_by_a_maniac_in_the/  "What do you mean?" I coughed as I backed away from the vampire. "What do you know about him?" "The Warmblooded Slasher of Maple Street," the vampire said as he drew nearer. "He's been on a killing spree around these parts for the past three weeks. Thinks if he kills enough of his fellow humans he can dissuade us vampires from attacking him. That's certainly proven effective for a large chunk of our population, but as for myself, his actions are only putting a bigger and bigger target on his back." "What are you gonna do to me?" I tried to back away even further, but I felt myself getting weaker and weaker. "Relax," he said, raising his hands up in front of him. "So long as your heart is still beating, I do not consider you to be a potential source o...

Originally posted on r/WritingPrompts, inspired by this prompt: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1014jzo/wp_a_socially_awkward_superhero_has_to_assure_a/  "Hey, uh, kid?" I asked, unsure of what to say. I may have had superpowers, but human interaction was not one of them. "We're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die!" The kid was sobbing. My heart was screaming at me to say something, anything, to comfort this young child. But my brain was, once again, utterly blank. "The monsters are gonna get us and we're gonna die!" Tears streamed down his face. He was hyperventilating. That's right, I thought. The kid was afraid of the dark. I kept forgetting I could see in the dark and he couldn't. "Look, kid, talking to people is...hard for me," I said, "but I'm gonna try to help you. We're both gonna be fine." "No we're not! We're gonna die and my family's gonna be sad and th...

Originally posted in r/WritingPrompts, inspired by this prompt: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1dfrk85/wp_you_are_being_sacrificed_to_an_elder_god_by_a/ I watched from up a tree as the cultists in black robes gathered around a stone altar in the center of the clearing. I knew they had kidnapped my daughter Abigail on her way home from school a day ago. And with the help of my crow-shaped drone (we called it Crowley), I had finally tracked down where they were taking her. I had to save her, by any means necessary. Abigail arrived in the custody of two highly-decorated cultists. Purple robes, with gold trimming around the edges. Golden embroidery in the symbol of their so-called god. The higher ups, I assumed. I could see the terror on her face as she struggled against their grip. A pit in my stomach. They were going to sacrifice her to their god. There was no way I could fight off the cultists. There were far too many of them. But I couldn't just stand by and do no...