Microdosing - 80mg of a Witching Hour
Spooktober edition — Witching Hour 🧙♀️
Our spooktober prompt for today is WITCHING HOUR!
🎃 Write a story in 80 words! 🎃
Bonus points if the story will have macabre vibes!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
The witching hour came on Halloween night. Isla watched the spirits appear on the field of broken gravestones, their names sanded away by time from their resting places.
Forgotten by everyone but her.
She let them rise, lighting candles for them before stepping forward with a smile. They spoke to her, and she listened. She noted their names and recorded their stories.
She did everything she could to keep them in her memory. To keep them from withering away.
Your story is wonderful. Being an Elementary School person, my story is for young readers.
WITCH HAZEL
Hazel lived in a cottage in the wood.
Every October she prepared a Halloween party for the children in the nearby town.
“Here they come!” Hazel cackled excitedly.
“Witch Hazel, we love you!” the children hugged her black dress.
They put on the masks and costumes Hazel prepared for them. Like little goblins they danced around the Halloween table and then had a Halloween feast.
When it got late they kissed Hazel goodbye. “We’ll be back next year!”
Prompt: Witching Hour 80 words
In the morning my voice will be hoarse and my neck will feel stiff. I’ll clean my teeth twice and brush the coppery taste, foul and familiar, from my tongue. I’ll press the bruises like inkblots on my skin and hardly wonder how I got them.
I’ll brew coffee, take aspirin, skip breakfast as usual. I’ll check the weather: rain. I’ll feel myself again, vacuous, gray, a storm cloud spent.
I never do remember the witching hour, not the morning after.