Young Writers Society

What is the most gruesome but still simplest thing that your mind can come up with?

It probably involves blood, whatever your secret musing is.

As for me, what most see as gruesome, I see as beauty.

The way blood curves down the handle of my blade, just plunged into the heart of the enemy, a silver dagger akin to a silver bullet.  I do not remain focused on werewolves for long, such easy sport once you learn their simple cat and mouse game.  Packs roaming across the country side is more of an error than anything else, something that will be looked back upon with doubt.

The next challenge laying in wait was vampires, using the shadows to their full advantage, fearing the sun more than a sunken night owl.  Cruel creatures that they are, embodiments of devils, I still found some form of mercy, when I chopped off its head instead of lighting it on fire.

I saved the fire for the ghosts and the ghouls, the spirits that should have passed away from our lands long ago.  They stuck around and wore out their welcome, which didn't get them much farther than the gates of Hell.  Of them, some probably could have been saved, not necessarily sent to the pearly white Heaven, barely qualifying for Purgatory.

And then came the rest of the monsters.  Year after year after year, I struggled to fight the forces of evil, never taking any of the hands that were ever offered to me.

But I was a solider and I was trained to be alone.  Being along was the thing that I was best at so it's really no surprise, that I died alone.

Now I am sitting in Heaven, with a spot that was not rightfully claimed, never did anything to deserve a seat upstairs.

I was never even that much of a hero.