Day 6 - This is based off an old assignment from my college creative writing class. One sentence is given, the second sentence is done, and then a week or so later (or one day) you write what would be the first paragraph of a story.

“You’re full of the energy, I can see the future of our coven’s survival because of you. You will be the greatest of us all. “ Those words repeated over and over in my head as I struggled with the idea of killing the woman who said it. She had betrayed us all. She had left us all to burn and now I was holding her life in my hands. Literally. My hands are currently around her neck and she is gasping for air. I have to remind myself, either she dies now or we die tomorrow.