Microdosing Fiction - 100mg of a Morgue
Write 100 words based on the words: MORGUE
Our prompt for today is MORGUE
Write a story in 100 words!
To join in on the challenge, leave a comment or restack the story with your own!
The smell of chlorine burned in Cliff’s nose. Within the walls where death slumbered, the tiny saw whirled as it sank into the skull of another resident.
With care and precision, Cliff opened the corpse’s head and set its brain on a silver platter with a fork and a knife.
Whistling a tune, he walked deeper into the morgue and into a secret room hidden behind one of the refrigerators.
Orange light and rattling of chains welcomed him as he entered a room full of bloodstained pillows. A woman sat chained by the wall, bloody drool dripped off her chin.
“Hey, love,” Cliff said, setting the tray down, and stepped away. The woman ignored him, hurling herself at the fresh brain.
With tears in his eyes, Cliff sat on the pillows and watched her feed, hoping to spot a glimmer of the woman he loved.
Dealer’s Note:
Hey folks, I’m back! Did you miss me?
Slight overdose on this one, but I didn’t want to cut away anything else.
My vacation was awesome, but I wasn’t writing as much as I wished to. I’m mainly focusing on finishing up my novel right now, and the Micros are not coming in as often as they used to. Which might mean some lapses in Microdosing posts.
But I’d love to balance this with guest posts from the community. So if you’d be interested to share your own micro story within Microdosing I’d be happy to host some of you on the days I’ll miss a story!
You can submit your stories with your own prompt and your own story in 50-100 words (include word count) here: thefictiondealer@gmail.com
I’ll go through them and use some when my own product will have a supply chain problems ;) Please note that there’s no guarantee I’ll use all or any of the pieces sent to me. But if I’ll plan to use the story I will send you an email and ask for permission to use the piece and will add you on the post, so you’d get all credit and hopefully a few new readers :)
It’s good to be back. I just received first design directions on the book cover for Quietus. It’s gonna be a banger 🔥
~Miguel
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For Memorial Day (U.S.)
She approached the makeshift memorial assembled on the airport tarmac. More a morgue than a proper mausoleum. The Army would release the flag-draped coffin to her. Let her bury her boy privately in the manner she chose. The war now had cost her a husband and a son. The fighting had brought out the strength to fight, endure pain and loss, work hard. Harder than ever before. The ability to soar past whatever had been thought of as your limits, even if it felt like you were all alone in the struggle. It had been hard on the men too.
Chubb had been the morgue attendant in town for over thirty years. He was affectionately known as “Uncle Chubb” for his compassionate demeanor. Anyone who’s life had been touched by grief or accident was assured that he was there to ease their burden. A terrible motorcycle accident had occurred involving an elderly man. The undertaker arrived, and saw the face had been destroyed, no chance of making him viewable. Understanding the dilemma, Chubb went to his “spare parts” freezer for a suitable replacement.
The townsfolk all agreed the man of sixty-eight looked a youthful thirty-five!
“God Bless our Uncle Chubb!”