caffeinewitchcraft wrote this amazing response to the writing prompt: “A woman makes a deal with the devil, but before signing, she actually reads the contract. She is the first to do so.”
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Deal With The Devil – Writing Prompt Response
Well written, wonderful.
I still think that fiddler got the worst of it: a swelled head and prideful soul.
The end of life is a long time to wait. You can say it’s no time to something that views a thousand years as a brief moment. But the end of life is a long time to exist, a long time to age, to grow old, frail, weak, tired.
The words don’t say the end of your life, the end of his life, but the end OF life. To be the last living thing, to outlive anything, everything… that’s a long time to come to terms with just how long you’ve probably still got left to live. The end of his life, the end of your life? That’s just the briefest of moments, the barest passage of time. The end OF life? That’s a whole lot longer, longer than one should ever wish for. There’s a lot of darkness in that length of time, a lot of sorrow, a lot of pain, a lot of drifting in the void, waiting for the end of things that may or may not ever stop. You got your victory in the here and now, you think you got the better of Ol’ Scratch. He’s got time aplenty. And now so do you, whether you like it or not.
It only seems that way to us because what we have is finite.
If our lives were all cut short to 30, and that was all we’d ever known, 80/100 would seem an awfully long time.
If you knew you didn’t have to die until life ends, then withering away and perishing after less than a century would seem a tragic waste.
Personally, I would want to live and see where things will go and change, how, what adaptations life will make in that time, how the land will shift, and if we ever get anywhere in space.