Today on Microdosing our prompt is TENT!
Write a story in 100 words!
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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.
PROMPT: TENT
THE TENT
It took them several hours to get the tent erected.
They had no idea what to do with the poles, or how to secure the guy lines.
The whole thing was a mess, and they would’ve been better off just sleeping in the car.
But eventually, after a lot of swearing, and cuts and bruises, they managed to assemble something that looked like it would still be standing in the morning.
And that’s when we crept in.
Each of us with our proboscis ready for action, knowing they had no mosquito repellent.
It was going to be a feast tonight… 😎
Here?
No. Widomaker. Dead branch right overhead.
Okay. How about by the shelter?
And grind our teeth listening to snores all night?
We need to get the rain fly up. It’s gonna piss.
How about in that sandy spot?
No. Chiggers. Remember last time?
Ugh. I don’t need to remember. I still have spots.
Voila! A beautiful soft patch of grass.
Great. Hand me a stake.
I hate when you step on it like that. You’ll bend it.
Just hurry, I felt a drop!
Oh god, you smell that?
Crap, we’re right next to a cat hole.
Son of a—