Microdosing - 100mg of a Tent
Prompt: Tent
Today on Microdosing our prompt is TENT!
Write a story in 100 words!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
Being in the woods is a magical but fearsome experience, especially when it's dark, and the nearest civilization is miles away. The forest moves, whispering the secrets buried among the tall trees.
When the footsteps approach, the shivers get to you in the tent. The rational mind kicks in first—probably just a deer.
Then something rummages through your stuff. Again, the mind thinks of animals—a raccoon at best, a bear at worst.
But when the zipper of your tent begins to open, you start to realize—animals can't open stuff, and they don't have long fingers with bloodied claws.
The canvas tent rose with two poles and a rope of hope that when pegged around the edges that it would not fall down. The Boy Scouts tried to earn a merit badge constructing a secure place from the elements. A fine job , they slapped each other on the backside and crawled inside. Took a pocket knife out and hidden from the scout master cut a slash in their fingers to press against each other to become blood brothers and keep secret tales told under the secret screen late at night.
It was to be Chad’s pinnacle as developer. Antietam Towers. Built on land acquired on the cheap. Rumored to be a portion of a field of valor, a corner reserved for hundreds of General Lee’s valiant war dead. When the night foreman first called Chad about strange noises during construction, pounding hooves, anguished Rebel Yells amid the bugles, Chad chalked it up to liquor talking. But when Chad arrived onsite the next morning, he knew construction would be delayed. As far as the eye could see, spectral bodies danced and swirled among endless rows and rows of mournful Confederate tents.