I found a really fun new tool to create prompts and be forced to write on them for 5 minutes. This is the first of those prompts. I hope you enjoy. (Look for the audio version below).
She had made a poor job of hiding the damage. The house was in tatters, most of the windows blown out. Yet, she convinced herself that if the curtains were closed, her parents would never notice the destruction.
She hadn't meant for it to be like this, she never knew that the pain could lead to something of this gravity. The bodies…they were the hardest to clean up, but she was sure that there wouldn't be any lasting evidence. So, after scrubbing down the tub and tossing the garbage bags into her neighbor John's trash can, she headed back inside and fixed herself a drink.
It was only supposed to be a small gathering, friends having fun while letting loose. Instead, the rage inside of her found an explosive exit. There had always been rumblings of people with powers, but everyone had chalked it up to rumors, much in the way of cryptids. Still, she never thought it would turn out like this.
She didn't remember much, just the arguing that led up to her hands trembling. She had looked down at them, trying to assure herself that she was simply seeing things through a broken lens. No, they were shaking, faster and faster until they were a blur. Rebecca screamed "What is wrong with you?!" while backing away toward the door.
It was too late, everything went black. When she awakened, it was complete carnage. Where Rebecca had been standing, a pile of blood remained. No, she never meant for this. It was just supposed to be a fun night with her friends.