Microdosing - 100mg of Necromancy
Spooktober edition
Our first spooktober prompt is Necromancy!
🎃 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.
With dirt and grime stuck under Alexander's nails he watched the coffin. His insides were tight.
"We'll be together again. I promise."
He took out a black book. Insanity flashed in his eyes as the forbidden sentences escaped his lips.
The casket shook and the lid slid over. His lover rose up. Her skin pale, her lips purple, she looked almost intact—like the day he lost her.
"My love..." he said.
The corpse turned. She seemed to recognize him for a breath before sinking her teeth into his neck.
"We'll be together..." he gurgled, ignoring the pain and stench.
Manya put her hands on the corpse and shouted, “Demi! Demi! Demi! Demi!”
Despite Dimitri having been dead for over three days, the pentagram carved into his chest began to bleed.
“Demi, come to me now!” The walls shook; a plate fell off the table and shattered. Manya flinched. “Who killed you, my brother?”
A gurgle.
Manya pressed her ear to the corpse’s cold lips.
A wheeze.
Manya ran her hand through his hair. “You will tell me, now!”
“Peeteerrr.”
“Good. Now…tell me the numbers.”
“Whhhaatnuuuumbers?”
Manya slapped the corpse’s face. “The Powerball numbers!”
Thanks for the prompt, @Miguel S.! :)
“Thanks for meeting with me, oh worthy necromancer. Yours is a magic art of which I am sorely in need. Raising the dead.”
“Happy to help.”
“Causing moribund matter to spring to life, shriveled worthless flesh to course with reanimated vigor.”
“Well to be honest it’s mostly the medicinal compounds, not me.”
“Ah, yes, potion-master, please work miracles with your powerful elixir.”
“I am glad you are so bullish about this. Many folks are still shy about seeking me out, maybe understandably so.”
“Yes, I looked online under ‘N’ and couldn’t find you.”
“Well, yes, technically my title is urologist.”