“And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.”

― Edgar Allan Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum

Roy was ready when his time finally came. He had lived a long life. A life so success and suffering. A like of prosperity and poverty. It was a good time to see it to an end. His final breath was peaceful, but as soon as it ended it seemed to begin again. Roy awoke in a strange room filled with books and dolls. He was angry to have his eternal slumber interrupted so soon, but as he glanced around, he saw his granddaughter, alone and frightened in the corner of her room. Something was wrong. He was there to help, but with what, he would soon find out.

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Hi readers! Thanks for writing with me today. For those of you who visit my blog often, I wanted to let you know that writing prompts might be a bit sporadic right now. I’m transitioning to a new job and reaching the end of the semester and things are just a little hectic. I’ll get back to my regular schedule shortly. In the mean time, check out old prompts! Happy writing!