Ghoulish

She wasn’t a frightened soul. Not that the kind of life she had, she could afford to be one. Humans didn’t scare her. So you could tell that she was a fighter. Stronger, fiercer, wiser than most her age.

Image by Paul Garaizar

But there was something about this time of the day, this phenomenon when light finally gives in, and shadows spread everywhere, that made her heart sink. 

It was the time she stood by the window and watched the demons of men rise like a ghoulish league determined to rot their hearts and suck their sanity, while she hid hers. 

Maybe it was this fear of her own demon empowering her that shook her every night. Nonetheless she fought, like a brave lone warrior of an otherwise lost army.


Daily Prompt: Ghoulish