Microdosing - 100mg of the Untold
Prompt: Untold
Our prompt for today is UNTOLD!
Write a story in 100 words!
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The search party returned in a somber mood. They offered to help, hope, company. Monica thanked them but refused, insisting she was alright.
“Maybe he will show up,” they kept saying. The denial was palpable, masked by false promises of hope.
“Yeah, maybe,” Monica said, avoiding their eyes.
Once they left, she stood by her window. And watched the fresh patch of grass under the oak tree in the backyard—a piece of land that hid the untold.
A few more days and the last glimmers of hope would dissipate. And the secrets would stay buried safe.
After years of producing little appreciable beyond source material, Ruth decided to share her unexpressed thoughts with the world and gave online writing a spin. She found her talents, and best feedback, lay in the self revelatory rather than the purely fictional. Her accounts of assorted carnal romps proved to be her most popular. Among her early subscribers was of course her widowed dad.
He searched for the words to convey fatherly support while shielding himself from the barrage of coital misadventures.
He settled on, “My dear I appreciate the skill but occasionally find myself yearning for the tale untold.”
He shivered naked as a foetus, the concrete bed still wet with torture water. For how long he didn't know but long enough to soil himself. His eyes screamed shut as cold halogens burned on.
"COME WITH US," the Guardians' droned in metal, dragging him blood-footed to the Justices.
Staked and pinned with a truth beam, the Justices surveyed him from beyond dark alcoves.
“Prisoner. You have confessed to History Crime and are hereby designated Pre-corpse status, pending Terminal Justice.”
“I’m a teacher...My purpose is to teach the Histories!”
"This History had been designated “Un-told”, Pre-corpse! Ignorance is no defence."