Writing Exercises to Free My Mind

First Person POV:

When death was your constant companion, you never stopped to question why. It became the normal ray of existence, like a shadow in the sun or a ragged breath after an intense battle. You learned to live with it.

I was the dealer of the death, the fire prince, the monster that came in the night to destroy a person’s world with flame. I could hear their murmurs calling me the devil when I past by, and I knew it was fear alone that stayed their hands from ending my existence. Many had tried, and yet here I still stood — a child, not quite a man, but something evil in the world. I was what I hated, and I knew that alone would one day kill me.

–H. Danielle Crabtree