Oh nothing like a good stalker lover for a thrilling affair at least in fiction, in real life, it's pretty creepy. Great piece Miguel. Here is my answer to your prompt, a short thriller.
Prompt: Key
Sweat poured down Mark's face.
"Well, what is it?" asked Jenna.
"Quiet!" he spat out.
Everyone was on edge as they looked at the clock.
Mark ran through several permutations in his mind.
Inertia slipped into her heart like a cold, icy key. Her heart ached. Death was again playing a key role in her sad, miserable life. Her slender fingers shoved in the ignition key, starting the car. The windows were up. The garage was locked tight. Her death would arrive soon.
My friend drove us to my lake cabin to drink vodka before a dance. I only told him a skeleton key opens the door. Inside he saw my deer head mounted over the mantle. We left. Months later the door was closed, but the trophy head gone and my “friend “.
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Oh nothing like a good stalker lover for a thrilling affair at least in fiction, in real life, it's pretty creepy. Great piece Miguel. Here is my answer to your prompt, a short thriller.
Prompt: Key
Sweat poured down Mark's face.
"Well, what is it?" asked Jenna.
"Quiet!" he spat out.
Everyone was on edge as they looked at the clock.
Mark ran through several permutations in his mind.
"That's it!"
He quickly entered the key.
The timer stopped!
Tick, tick.
And a new countdown began...
Inertia slipped into her heart like a cold, icy key. Her heart ached. Death was again playing a key role in her sad, miserable life. Her slender fingers shoved in the ignition key, starting the car. The windows were up. The garage was locked tight. Her death would arrive soon.
Bonded for life by uncertainty.
Unknown to him its use, it outlived those that came before it.
The great janitorial resignation, the sleepy security guard firing.
They all demanded the return of many keys, but not this one.
Without a known purpose, it was both useless and indispensable.
My friend drove us to my lake cabin to drink vodka before a dance. I only told him a skeleton key opens the door. Inside he saw my deer head mounted over the mantle. We left. Months later the door was closed, but the trophy head gone and my “friend “.
PROMPT: KEY
THE MUFFIN
It was meant to be a surprise.
He was going to ask her to move in with him, and he'd hidden the key inside a blueberry muffin.
It was going to be so romantic.
Except she broke two teeth biting into it.
And now he's helping her sue the bakery... 😎
I’ve been so sick and in my final exam season at school but I will be back with the prompts asap my friend! I am sad to be missing out.
“Quick! Hand me the key.”
“Which one?”
“Duh, for this door.”
“Here you go.”
“What? There’s like a thousand keys on this thing. Which one is it?”
“I dunno.”
“Jeebers, we’ll never get it open in time.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh man. Ok. Number one. Nope. Number two…”