Resurrection – A Drabble

When Oakley pried his eyes open, Bethany was standing next to him, her lips tightly pressed.
A smell wrinkled his nose.
Well… at least, he was alive.
“What’s that stench?” Oakley said.
“You shat yourself.” Bethany’s lips snapped back in place, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.
He glared at her. “Not funny.”
“I tried to warn you.”
“I can’t jump off ramparts and listen all at once. My bad.” He tried to sit, but his muscles hurt so bad he whimpered instead. “Resurrection’s not as advertised.”
“Neither’s your life of crime.” She recovered her magic ring from his finger.

This story was written based on this prompt. Don’t hesitate to post your own!


About Aheïla

Somewhere in Quebec City, Aheïla works as a Game Design Director by day and writes by night. Known for her blue hair, unyielding dynamism and tasty cooking (quails, anyone?), she’s convinced “prose is the new crack”. She satisfies her addiction daily on The Writeaholic’s Blog and weekly on Games' Bustles View all posts by Aheïla

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