Spell… H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N 2024 – Day 23

Another piece of supernatural microfiction. This one concerns an immortal looking for a new thrill in life.

Stories

Judy was four hundred and forty-six years old, but no one ever gave her more than twenty-five. A diet of blood and souls kept her young. She ate well, and slept even better. She had no enemies she could think of, except one: boredom.
Once you’ve seen and experienced it all, it’s quite hard to remain joyful. As another birthday drew near, Judy lingered in her penthouse, looking at fireworks-lit sky. The rainbow-colored explosions were cute to look at but did nothing for her state of mind. Something had to give.
Suddenly, it dawned on her. When reality failed, there was always fiction, countless worlds to explore with a pen or a keyboard. Memories could become stories, and stories a ticket for more sumptuous meals.
She’s so glad you’re reading this. Expect a visit from her soon.