WritingPrompt : Have you heard of the Chinese red string of fate? Write 100 words about what happens when it snaps.
*this prompt was shared by @apalanca on Twitter.
The scissors in the witch's hand gleamed gold as they snipped shut. The red string of fate that connected us, me and whoever was on the other end, was forever severed. My heart skipped a beat. My chest ached and I would have cried out if not for those hard eyes watching me.
Then, it was over. I felt nothing.
Love, true love, would never be mine...but I did not believe in the old axom:
It is better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.
I saw what love did to my sister, the way it twisted her. The way she withered into nothing when love was snatched from her. The way she died from love.
The deal was done and payment was rendered.
I grasped at my due - the strange substance that the witch assured me would restore my sister.
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