a postcard story about wrestling a loved one back from the dead

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Powerbomb

a postcard story about wrestling a loved one back from the dead



They laughed when I joined the Nightwhisper Acolytes. “What chance has the daughter of a pit wrestler to understand the texts of high eldritch power?” But I persisted.

They laughed louder still when I told them I was here to save my mum. “What chance has a tender heart to earn the favor of entities evil and infinite?” But I persisted.

And maybe they’re right, Mum. I have only the skills you taught me, And I can’t powerbomb your sickness away.

But they gave me a book when I joined. the one they give all initiates. The one with the words to enter the realm of beings ancient and powerful. And them I can powerbomb. Them I can haymaker and flying-elbow and legdrop until I find one who can help you.

And using what you taught me, I will persist until I do.

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Short story written by Peter Chiykowski

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Story prompt taken from a photo by Jose Aljovin

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