Possible Paranormal Prologue | #amwriting #writingchallenge

In the aftermath of all that is and all that was. When the devil comes to collect his debts. When those good and true in society determine the time has come. That’s when we will be free. That’s when the veil will be lifted, the lamp lighted, the scales removed from their eyes.

Until then, we live in the shadows. Becoming as one with them, hiding our differences, harnessing our powers. Denying the nature of our ancestry lest these good people around us decide we come from too dangerous a lineage to deserve to breathe their air, live in their towns, eat at their tables.

We hide ourselves so well that many of our number do not know they are one of a multitude. That there are others—scattered by necessity unwillingly—who share their secret. Their shame. Their power.

Now is not the time. Not yet. Not in the midst of so much turmoil. But until the right time comes, we work. We gather. We teach. We practice.

We live.

Just a little something I wrote tonight as a 60-second, don’t-pause-the-pen challenge.