Microdosing - 100mg of a Carnivore
Spooktober edition — Carnivore
Our spooktober prompt for today is CARNIVORE!
🎃 Write a story in 100 words! 🎃
Bonus points if the story will have macabre vibes!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
The garden bloomed like no other—all year round, a true botanical miracle. Roses red as the bride's lips, their thorns sharp as knives, turned their petals towards the passing visitors. Trees reached out with their branches like long fingers. It was magical.
It didn't need sun, water, or even a caretaker. It needed only visitors foolish enough to visit at night.
It let them come and get cozy in the grass. Then, leaves muffled their screams. Roses bathed in blood. The grass and the roots pulled on their bodies, growing through and leaving the main dish for the soil.
The following day, the garden bloomed like no other.
Author’s Folly
By Phil Rot
Thinking he’d really outdone himself this time, Miguel set down his pen and pad and lay down in the strange garden he’d discovered behind the Wendys. .
“Ha, a carnivorous garden, nothing more than a morbid author’s fanciful concoctulation,” he thought.
Suddenly, he felt the pricks of a thousand tiny teeth embedding themselves into his arms and legs. Realizing what was happening, Miguel screamed out in terror, thrashing violently about, but it was too late. Soon, he would be nothing more than fertilizer for the writhing mass of toothy fauna below, for what he’d written had not been a work of fantasy, but of autobiography…
100mg of a carnivore
The rescue timeship materialised on the edge of the forest, easily locating the broken remains of its sister.
Huge gashes laced its exterior.
Broken teeth jutting out at odd angles.
You know the score. When time travel is involved it's all so very predictable.
We've seen all this before.
There'll be a third one soon, and then a fourth, before someone gets suspicious and informs the Institute of Xenoarchaeology at Capella Three.
Perhaps just one more expedition, unless those magnificent roars and growls in the forest don't stop.
Still, welcome to the Cretaceous, baby. We hope you enjoy your trip.