You Stopped Lying Too Late

Today’s prompt: “Imagine someone who tells a lie to himself and others. What would happen if he stopped?”

“Um,” you say as your friends shove you out on the hilltop, trussed up in glistening armor, a majestic sword in your hand. A great and terrible figure looms above you, lips curling back over massive teeth, its gravelly breathing shaking the ground. “I maaaaay have fibbed a little about that prophecy.”