A horse, a knight, and a sword. The knight rides through the forest with his sword raised, victorious, altough his opponents are outnumbered. The black horse gallops fast, at full speed. Meanwhile, I've woken up. The world isn't as exciting as in this nightmare. I'm not conquering anything, nor do I have a horse, just the icy weight of death.
Gordon was lying in his racecar bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers on his drop ceiling, unable to move. He heard scratching up there. The dappled square of ceiling tile above him was slowly moved aside by three hands the color of wet cement. Gordon stared into that square of black void, terrified. Something inside moved. Gordon screamed.
(Torment 100 words)
Laura’s eyes sprang open and she shot out of bed like a pinball, bouncing off her door frame as she staggered into the dark.
“Gourd? Gourdy, what’s wrong?”
The screams were primal and scary, like a trapped rabbit. Laura blindly flicked at the hall light to no avail. She stumbled down the endless hall toward her son’s room. Just before she reached the door, the screaming stopped abruptly. She burst in and rushed to her son’s bed. It was warm and damp with sweat and completely empty. She frantically searched the surrounding void, then Gordon began to scream from elsewhere.
Entity 90 words
Laura screamed into the dark and searched the infinite versions of her son’s room, every bed warm and empty. She cried in the dark endless hall, “Gordon! Where are you!” and her voice was swallowed by the blackness. After an eternity, with insides were scooped out and ragged, she collapsed onto the floor. When she opened her eyes, she was in a void without context, surrounded by nothing except a square window of dull light, sunken in the abyss far below her. The gray thing in the void watched her.
I’m tearing through trees, branches clawing my face, heart pounding like thunder. Shadows close in behind me, and I can hear them—heavy footsteps, too close. All I wanted was a small bite to eat. It smelt good. But now I’m fleeing, breath ragged, eyes wide, ears back.
Then... I jolt awake. Just my hooman’s bed, soft, warm. Only a nightmare.
Oh, the tags are more so for yourself to categorize your posts inside your publication. It would work in the subtitle I believe, but tagging on phone sucks lol.
I have this nightmare
I lose all of my hair
Evil dreams do seeth
And I drop all of my teeth
And I am not prepared
To pass a test that cares
To get me out of school
Even though I drive the carpool
Of course I have insomnia
Close my eyes is anathema
Bed dammed
Same I am
Congratulations
Great cover!
PROMPT: NIGHTMARE
60 WORDS
“You’re a truly awful person, you know that?” Was what Abigail said as they opened the coffin. Willow pulled her into an embrace.
“I’m so sorry.” She sobbed, not letting go even as Abigail’s arms hung loosely at her sides.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve had this exact nightmare before.” She muttered.
“Being buried alive?” Willow sniffled.
“No, you being affectionate.”
60mg of a Nightmare
A horse, a knight, and a sword. The knight rides through the forest with his sword raised, victorious, altough his opponents are outnumbered. The black horse gallops fast, at full speed. Meanwhile, I've woken up. The world isn't as exciting as in this nightmare. I'm not conquering anything, nor do I have a horse, just the icy weight of death.
3 Microdoses - 1 Story: “Drop Ceiling”
(Nightmare 60 words)
Gordon was lying in his racecar bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers on his drop ceiling, unable to move. He heard scratching up there. The dappled square of ceiling tile above him was slowly moved aside by three hands the color of wet cement. Gordon stared into that square of black void, terrified. Something inside moved. Gordon screamed.
(Torment 100 words)
Laura’s eyes sprang open and she shot out of bed like a pinball, bouncing off her door frame as she staggered into the dark.
“Gourd? Gourdy, what’s wrong?”
The screams were primal and scary, like a trapped rabbit. Laura blindly flicked at the hall light to no avail. She stumbled down the endless hall toward her son’s room. Just before she reached the door, the screaming stopped abruptly. She burst in and rushed to her son’s bed. It was warm and damp with sweat and completely empty. She frantically searched the surrounding void, then Gordon began to scream from elsewhere.
Entity 90 words
Laura screamed into the dark and searched the infinite versions of her son’s room, every bed warm and empty. She cried in the dark endless hall, “Gordon! Where are you!” and her voice was swallowed by the blackness. After an eternity, with insides were scooped out and ragged, she collapsed onto the floor. When she opened her eyes, she was in a void without context, surrounded by nothing except a square window of dull light, sunken in the abyss far below her. The gray thing in the void watched her.
Congrats on the booook!!!!! It looks so cool!
I’m tearing through trees, branches clawing my face, heart pounding like thunder. Shadows close in behind me, and I can hear them—heavy footsteps, too close. All I wanted was a small bite to eat. It smelt good. But now I’m fleeing, breath ragged, eyes wide, ears back.
Then... I jolt awake. Just my hooman’s bed, soft, warm. Only a nightmare.
Congratulations on the book! It looks awesome!
PROMPT: NIGHTMARE
THE TRAFFIC
Freddy woke up every weekday, dreading the thought of his morning commute.
He’d be stuck in his car for at least an hour, cursing, and wishing he had a job that was easier to get to.
No matter what time he left home, he’d end up arriving late for work.
Because the traffic was always a nightmare, on Elm Street… 🚗🚙😎🚙🚗
Midnight eyes focus. One bleeds internal degeneration. Surgeon slips syringe into eye. Downhill I slide, gravy stained, blurred snowfalls. Pathway’s unclear. Nightmare repeats. Another eye bitten; blood stains. Leeches lick irises; belfry bats viral dead lie on floor. Calamity closes doors. Tomorrow’s unseen. Raven pecks—taps window wanting a last chance revenge. Nightmare’s not over. Ravens repeat “Nevermore”’
Cool cover. I approve.
https://open.substack.com/pub/tommyjgreen2004/p/the-cabbie?r=4k4m5l&utm_medium=ios
I wrote a story inspired by this prompt! I tried to tag you but not sure if I did it right…
Thanks for joining in Tommy! To tag just write @miguels4 it should do the trick! :)
I tried in the subtitle and in the tags, did that work? (For context, I’m on mobile if that changes anything)
Oh, the tags are more so for yourself to categorize your posts inside your publication. It would work in the subtitle I believe, but tagging on phone sucks lol.
Congratulations on your book! You must be so excited!
I’m!
Whoo Hooo - Fab and Wonderful and Very Very Very Well done!
Kudos to you and Nathaniel for the cover! Really clever piece of design!
Nightmare
The worst fears don’t attack at night, but rumble towards you on some dull grey afternoon in February.
“He was last on the green…”
“His phone location says he’s in the woods…”
“Have you called one of his friends?”
“When was he last seen?”
“We’re sorry…”
But nightmares? They weigh heavily on my body now, like an invisible demon.
Thank you Nick
Microdosing – 60mg of a Nightmare
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The librarian handed her a heavy book.
A few hours passed, and she wasn’t finished.
The records started around 4000 BC. Countless personalities and events. She stopped at the 1900s.
It’s a mistake. Reading her own past lives’ archive.
She closed the book. The librarian looked up and pointed to a resting couch.
‘If you need a moment. Everybody does.’
Love the cover design!
Thank you!
Congratulations! The cover looks great!
Thank you !
You're very welcome.