Microdosing Fiction - 100mg of FEAR
Write 100 words based on the words: Fear
Our prompt for today is FEAR
Write a story in 100 words!
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A cold hand of fear squeezed Timmy’s heart to a near stop.
The woman above his bed locked his gaze, held him still forced him to stare. Her face was familiar, but fear clouded his memory.
She reached out with pale black-nailed fingers. Her lips moved, but her words were lost beneath the frantic beating of Timmy’s heart. His vision began to darken.
The fingers touched his cheek, and… she pinched it, just like Nana used to.
Timmy’s eyes watered; he recognized those features then. The face that always smiled, the woman that never complained.
He blinked the tears away. He was alone; only a faint whisper lingered in the room: Goodbye.
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Goosebumps
Jeremy just wanted to check his mail.
But Karen, the Canadian goose nesting outside his apartment door, had other plans.
He tiptoed past.
HISSSSS-HONK!
She lunged like an angry feathered linebacker.
He retreated, tripping over a recycling bin and landing in shame.
Now he orders everything online. Mail? Forwarded.
Groceries? Delivered. He’ll leave an extra tip.
Karen rules the sidewalk like it’s a monarchy.
His landlord said, “She’ll leave after the eggs hatch.”
That was four weeks ago.
Today, Karen got a boyfriend. They hissed in unison.
Jeremy googled: “Can you break the lease because of geese?”
Spoiler: It’s complicated.
100 words
Charlie shouted, "Who's afraid of the big, bad wolf?"
All the kids screamed and hid underneath the bed, all except for Jessie. Charlie growled, "Aren't YOU afraid of the big, bad wolf?"
Jessie giggled, poking Charlie in the belly, hard enough that his growl became a yelp, "Hey, cut that out!"
"You can't fool me, Dad. You're not big enough or bad enough, plus you still smell like the apple pie we had for supper!"
The kids, no longer frightened, tumbled out from under the bed and begged Jessie's father to hurry up and take them out trick or treating.