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This is a good writing prompt! Get ready for a story.
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I waited. I waited to see what I should do. What I could do.
I felt the power flowing through me, like a frigid winter breeze, sudden and unwelcome. I shuddered. My room seemed colder, and bigger. Or maybe I was just smaller?
Blue lightning arced from my fingers, but I paid it no heed.
I simply sat there, meditating, hovering in my room.
Thinking.
Waiting.
Until it hit me: I’m a god. I can do anything....
But should I? What if I’m not alone? What if another god gets pissed about what I did?
What if I actually am alone? What happens when I see the end of humanity, and my friends’ bones wither away to dust?
What if I spark the Apocalypse?
What if it ends up being my fault?
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Enough “what-if’s.” I needed to get stuff done.
I pulled out my school-issued computer and logged on, despite the throbbing headache and feeling of existential dread. My teachers had denied extensions for far more asinine things than “whoops I woke up with celestial powers and now I can’t read.” One kid lost an eye and had to do “Hamlet” essays in the hospital. I’d have no excuse.
I tried reading the prompts over and over again, but the words kept blurring and shifting. The line marker blipped impatiently. The screen stayed blank, as did my mind. Nothing.
Ok, that’s it. I’m taking a nap.
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“Oi, kid. Wake up.”
“Is she dead?”
“Nah, don think so. Just fuggin tired, thasall.”
Who was that? There were two voices. One sounded drunk.
“Oh, I think she’s up now! Hello? Eleanor? Are you ok?”
Who were those people?
“Sorry about the rude awakening, but it’s important. We recently did something, and we need to run a few tests...”
“Mainly how well ya recover from torture.”
“Dammit, Sikes, she wasn’t supposed to know that!”
Sikes shrugged. At least, that’s what I assumed his name was. But seriously, who were they, and what did they want at 2AM?
I tensed and rose to my feet. I was in a different room than when I had fallen asleep. Only a thin blanket had been issued to me. The lightning was pink today. A bulb was out on the overhead ceiling fan. Details, details. I could change them if I wanted to, but I liked it that way. Natural order and all that.
Sikes stepped back. I noticed a bulge at his hip- he was armed. Shit.
“Sikes, stay calm. She’s just a kid- she has no control.”
Well, that was some patronizing bullshit. I had total control. Just, not of my powers.
I smiled at the other man, Not-Sikes. He scowled back in dismay, but I could see the fear in his eyes. Or was that admiration? Jealousy? So many feelings, just at a glance.
I decided to play along. I could blast them away if I really wanted, or needed.
“What makes you think that? That I have no control?”
“Cuz we tased yer ass last night and you didn’t even zap us,” Sikes spoke up. “Just, went limp, like a dead fish or somethin’. Didn’t flinch when I carved the barbs out of ya, either.”
“Sikes, enough. Don’t play her game.” Damn. Not-Sikes was an ass. Maybe I could-
“No.”
“What?”
“You heard me- no. No blasting me, and stop narrating. My name is Quincy, not ‘Not-Sikes’. Next time, ask. This isn’t your story. You’re not in control anymore.”
I was getting pissed. “Like hell I am! You’re just some secret-agency nobody with some fancy toys! Toys that I can shift away into nothingness with a snap of my fingers. I don’t need your name, Quincy. I don’t need anything from you, or your plastered friend.”
Sikes took offense to that. “I ain’t drunk!”
Both Quincy and I knew the answer to that:
“Yes you are.”
Quincy smirked a bit at our coincidence, then returned to his dour mood. “Eleanor, please, just cooperate with us, and it’ll all be over soon.”
“Last time I heard that phrase, the person saying it got their ass kicked by a superhero. I’m not doing anything for you two. Not by free will or control.”
I hovered there, arms and legs dutifully crossed. Pink lightning charged across my limbs. Sikes’ hair stood up. The ceiling fan creaked as it continued its endless laps.
Quincy grabbed a small black box from his pocket. He smiled at me. Not a happy smile; more like a “I’m gonna personally disembowel you” smile.
“Good thing there are other alternatives....”
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*end, for now*
for whatever reason, you suddenly gain godlike powers of control over the universe. what’s the first thing you do?