Microdosing - 100mg of a Torment
Spooktober edition — Torment
Our spooktober prompt for today is TORMENT!
🎃 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.
Noah shivered in the corner of the living room. Hands pressed to his ears in a futile attempt to silence the whispers. Eyes closed shut, trying to avoid the phantoms.
The house hated him, fitting, considering they inherited it from his mother-in-law, who hated him even more. His wife thought he was crazy; she couldn't see the creatures or hear the whispers.
The voices continued to whisper, nudging him to run. The phantoms laughed at him.
Noah cried like a wounded animal, running for the door.
"Yes. Finally, you leave. You never deserved her," the voices said triumphantly as he reached for the doorknob.
The Art of Leaving
_______________
Some of us learn early
that home is not a fixed point on any map,
but rather a skill we master
like learning to swim through torment.
.
We become experts at reading
the fine print of other people's faces,
at rolling up our sleeves
when the horizon dims.
.
The anger you feel now
is just a temporary lodger,
like the snake that sheds its skin
in the garden, leaving behind
what once brought pain.
.
Trust me when I say:
one morning you'll wake up lighter,
your bones filled with clarity
instead of grief, and you'll find
you've become a lighthouse
for others navigating
these same dark waters.
…
Tormenting shakes, aneurysms veins, possibly to burst. Bombs fall, unseen, drones, echo, incessant as bees, swarm in ears. Hours, days, months, years pass. There’s no relief. Dantes inferno bolgi , fifth column boots march, pound down doors. Wind howls in open mouth. Screams unheard. Ears cut off; suns glare, blinds, eyes, shutters, skin: melting snow covers the torrential torment of incessant reigns. Tolerance is gone. Migrants not accepted. Drowned bodies float in Mediterranean Sea. Famine lurks in corners. Pursued, plagued by rats. Flee with one arm, one leg in shopping carts pulled, pushed by starving dogs not eaten. Life begins a new.