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The Best Gift
#WritcoStoryPrompt36
Write a short story that uses atleast two of the given situations:
1. An old, locked box in the attic.
2. A winding staircase that goes nowhere.
3. A broken mirror.
4. An old desk with a locked drawer.
Twenty years ago I was on my deathbed. Yes my deathbed. The doctors told me that I had but a few weeks to live. I suffered from a rare heart condition and there was no known treatment for that. Both my parents fell into depression. My grandfather was the only one who visited me in the hospital everyday. He was always cheerful and his presence lightened the mood for me. I no longer thought about death or worried about it when he was present. He told me stories about a powerful superhero who lived in his village when he was a young boy. Those stories made me forget about the present and think of better times.
The superhero unlike modern ones was an elderly gentleman. He fought against various monsters that attacked the village. The hero derived his strength from the milk of a cow that he raised. For reasons unknown the milk acted normally on other people. But the hero got superhuman strength, high intelligence and immunity against various poisons from the milk. The hero always carried a flask of milk with him. When he encountered a monster all he had to do was take a sip from his flask and he was ready to take the beast down. Everytime he slayed a monster they left behind a powerful artefact. The hero collected these artefacts and kept them in a box. These artefacts can bring great power and great misfortune to whoever uses them. The location of the box was a mystery and several villagers and outsiders tried to steal it from the hero. The stories about rouges trying to find the box had several spin offs. They all interested me equally.
The events my grandfather told me...
Write a short story that uses atleast two of the given situations:
1. An old, locked box in the attic.
2. A winding staircase that goes nowhere.
3. A broken mirror.
4. An old desk with a locked drawer.
Twenty years ago I was on my deathbed. Yes my deathbed. The doctors told me that I had but a few weeks to live. I suffered from a rare heart condition and there was no known treatment for that. Both my parents fell into depression. My grandfather was the only one who visited me in the hospital everyday. He was always cheerful and his presence lightened the mood for me. I no longer thought about death or worried about it when he was present. He told me stories about a powerful superhero who lived in his village when he was a young boy. Those stories made me forget about the present and think of better times.
The superhero unlike modern ones was an elderly gentleman. He fought against various monsters that attacked the village. The hero derived his strength from the milk of a cow that he raised. For reasons unknown the milk acted normally on other people. But the hero got superhuman strength, high intelligence and immunity against various poisons from the milk. The hero always carried a flask of milk with him. When he encountered a monster all he had to do was take a sip from his flask and he was ready to take the beast down. Everytime he slayed a monster they left behind a powerful artefact. The hero collected these artefacts and kept them in a box. These artefacts can bring great power and great misfortune to whoever uses them. The location of the box was a mystery and several villagers and outsiders tried to steal it from the hero. The stories about rouges trying to find the box had several spin offs. They all interested me equally.
The events my grandfather told me...
