If you want to try this, go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple blog, look at the weekly picture, and write a 100 word story about it.
Tentacles
I awoke with the sun in my eyes and covered in blood. I quickly rose and stared into the little woodlot.
Even with the gnarled stumps and trunks, it looked innocent, friendly, even inviting, so unlike last night when we had laughingly decided to take a shortcut to the party through Corpse Copse.
After what had seemed like – must have been – hours of tripping roots and grasping, slashing branches, I stumbled out, exhausted, and fell to the ground. What had happened to Bobbie?! Had she made it? What would I tell her parents? Worse, what would I tell the Police?
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Yikes. Creepy.
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Ah, thank you, then I was successful. This flash fiction genre is already new territory; I’ve never given horror a try. 🙂
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You were successful…or are. Already waiting for next week.
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Like a steer – I can only try. 🙂
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I like how I’m left wondering if the copse is a mental construct for a split personality or just a Stephen King-esque malign spot on the Earth.
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I’m wondering also, and I wrote it. It’s amazing how much can be implied in only a hundred words. 😯
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Archon, this one was my favorite one, yet. It does have a Stephen King feel to it, but it’s a cliffhanger, and now you’ve got me all sucked in and I want to know, “WHAT HAPPENED TO BOBBIE?”
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It sure beats, “It was a dark and stormy night” as an opener for a novel. I hesitated over *corpse copse*, it looks alliteratively cute, but doesn’t actually roll off the tongue when spoken.
With my luck, Bobbie made it through without a scratch, thought I’d abandoned her, got drunk, made out with some football player, got a good night’s sleep, and is at her job as a barista at Starbucks. That’s the reality, even in fiction. 😦
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Sounds to me like she panicked unnecessarily, and should have taken a deep breath and walked in a straight line. Scary, though!
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I envisioned a young teenage couple, one each, male and female. He (me) is out and bloody. Where is Roberta (Bobbie)? Did the copse come to life? Is her corpse feeding the trees? 😕 Thanx for visiting.
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So many scary, unfortunate things can happen in the woods! Great story.
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So glad you liked it. If Rochelle keeps posting pictures, I’ll keep trying to goad my imagination. 🙂
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She will keep posting! At least, I hope!
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your “tentacles” weave a thrilling mystery for the imagination. nicely done.
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Usually a verbose raconteur, I accepted a challenge to be concise, and found that I’ve done surprisingly well. Finally having learned to link, you may notice some more. 😯
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Yeah. There are some woods that are happy, friendly places to visit. Then there are those chunks of woods where the trees look like they’ll slap you upside the head if you look at them sideways. This seems like one of the latter. 😮
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And a few change from one to the other when you’re not looking. 👿
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The Corpse Copse? Very original. Good luck and get a good lawyer! Excellent story! Nan 🙂
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Fun with Dick and Jane, and lots of other words. Were it real, I might need a good psychiatrist. Thanx for kudos. 🙂
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Ah, she escaped the sinister wood… Nice job!
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Ah, thank you! 🙂
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Dear Archon,
I’ll admit to having to look up copse. Always happy to learn something new. Clever play on words.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I also love learning new words. I recently encountered *chunter*. You might have liked my post-title Oleo Olio, a variety of fun facts about margarine. 😯
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Seriously? They went into somewhere called “Corpse Copse?” Haven’t they watched all the baby-sitter/young couple-get-horribly-killed movies that have been out for ages? 🙂 Really good horror story that leaves us to wonder and hope.
janet
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The only one they watched was titled, “Bad S**t Only Happens to Other Dummies!”
Thanx for reading and appreciating my effort. 🙂
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ooh, Corpse Copse definitely sounds like a shortcut best avoided. I liked the idea of first sentence as an opening, but as it’s written it sounds like the sun is covered in blood, which is presumably not what you intended!
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The twist? Bobbie is a tree… 😉
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I hope she’s got a nice tight knot-hole. Fun with your dick, and Jane the sheep, is bestiality. What’s the word for the same with vegetation? 😕 😯
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