Flash Fiction – Part 3

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.

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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?

 

Flash Fiction – Part 2

You know the drill. Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site. Look at the weekly picture and write a 100 word story about it.

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Ascendancy

Up and down, down and up, that’s all I’ve done almost since that Otis guy invented my older brother. It can be boring. There are those times when I just want to try sideways for a change.

OWW! Watch that thumb, fella. Push the button gently! You don’t have to mash it. I won’t move any more quickly. I’ve been to the fifth floor; it’s boring.

Oh no, here comes “The Kid.” You know, we don’t have to stop at every floor! Where’s your mother?

I think I’ll unhitch my cables, and just go lurk in the basement for a while.