The sound is unnerving. I can hear it but can’t see what’s causing it. The fog is too thick. The sound is getting closer. I want to run, but my feet won’t move! My heart is beating too fast! That sound! It’s right behind me now. My God! They’re footst…..
I wanted to know if I could make it make sense--and then I wondered if I could make it one sentence...
It wasn’t so much that there was a set of footprints on the ground—smeared in mud and active, Ogilvy thought—but that he could hear defiant footsteps in the distance, following him; it was the steady heel-to-toe click of a man with a steel blakey on both heels, echoing.
My dog crept up behind me, his footsteps tick-tick-ticking on the tile floor. All he wanted, I knew, was to leap into my arms and cover my face with kisses. But he was wary, instinctively knowing it was a rough day. “Come on, kiddo,” I whispered. “Momma needs you.”
Good to see you back Miguel- I missed your prompts, your stories and this community over the last two weeks - didn't realise how much until it wasn't there!
Footsteps echoed from somewhere deep inside the old battery. I couldn't tell which direction the sound originated. The labyrinth had a way of twisting and turning things around. Earlier I could have sworn I heard a man whisper, "Be careful." The disembodied voice sounded more like a warning than concern.
It was the first beautiful day in weeks, so Annie laced up her shoes for a run. The paths were packed with people and dogs. Kids on bicycles and teens on skateboards dodged around strollers and skaters.
Annie swerved toward a narrow trail where the only sound was her footsteps.
We followed the footsteps. It was more like a trail.It went around in circles; then spirals, backtracked, confused as if looking for food that was not there. Perhaps the critter smelled something, too many scents waft in the air. Radar antenna, tiny eyes we followed a snails slime trail..
Ok, so this prompt has got me thinking about a multi-part subplot for my offbeat golf shtick. I just jotted down the first bit, except it's, like, 182 words, which is way over par. Some might say as usual. Including me.
Anyway, just to build up the anticipation, because I shall be doing some digests of all these little fragments, here is the 'short' version of this opening scene in the new subplot. I shall try and keep it to your 50 words.
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Consternation at the nineteenth hole.
They're all muttering in hushed whispers.
Abe and fellow old-timer Ezekiel were the first to discover them.
The winds that murmur constantly through that copse of trees on the ninth hole suddenly fell silent.
Love this piece! Thanks
They said I’d always follow in them. My father’s footsteps.
Trouble is, they didn’t say which ones. What’s a kid supposed to do, flailing around in all that possibility?
The famous artist, the polymath, the genius. The tortured soul.
The man who hung himself.
I pull the rope.
It’s time.
PROMPT: FOOTSTEPS
THE UNKNOWN ENTITY
It started innocently enough.
A little creak every now and again.
An extra clank or two in the pipework.
All of which we laughed off, telling ourselves it was just our spacecraft getting old.
But the sounds were soon becoming much more insistent.
Louder.
Until they almost resembled footsteps, thumping along the corridors on the levels above us.
There was something large moving around up there, and it was getting closer with every passing moment.
Which was when the horrifying reality set in.
We were no longer alone on board… 👽😎👽
50MG of Footsteps
The sound is unnerving. I can hear it but can’t see what’s causing it. The fog is too thick. The sound is getting closer. I want to run, but my feet won’t move! My heart is beating too fast! That sound! It’s right behind me now. My God! They’re footst…..
50mg of footsteps. (Sorry i have no time to make it sound good today).
“I didn’t think you’d come.” Mayor Robert said “People are reporting strange footsteps downtown. I’m afraid it’s Mindmares.”
“Them again?" Kelley replied, "I thought we locked them in the Schism Dimension?”
“They must have escaped. C'mon, Kellex. The world needs the Masked Samurai one more time.”
“The world asks too much of me.” He said before leaping into the night towards downtown.
Don’t worry about that! Keeping the habit and writing is important ✍️😁 and It’s pretty good imo 😁
Thanks, you're inspiring a lot of people to write
Microfiction - 50mg of Footsteps
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It’s been like this for many days.
Wake up.
Walk to the beach.
Check the horizon.
Walk along the beach, circling the island.
When he first saw the footprints on the sand, he thought somebody else was there.
But his hope crashed.
It’s his own footsteps.
But he kept walking.
I wanted to know if I could make it make sense--and then I wondered if I could make it one sentence...
It wasn’t so much that there was a set of footprints on the ground—smeared in mud and active, Ogilvy thought—but that he could hear defiant footsteps in the distance, following him; it was the steady heel-to-toe click of a man with a steel blakey on both heels, echoing.
"Is that your mom?"
She pulled away, the heat extinguished between them at the sound of the front door, and footsteps on the stairs.
"Shit" he hissed and gently pushed her toward the closet, apologizing with a grimace and shrug.
The footsteps paused outside his room, considering...
My dog crept up behind me, his footsteps tick-tick-ticking on the tile floor. All he wanted, I knew, was to leap into my arms and cover my face with kisses. But he was wary, instinctively knowing it was a rough day. “Come on, kiddo,” I whispered. “Momma needs you.”
Cozy, good job
Thank you 😊
Good to see you back Miguel- I missed your prompts, your stories and this community over the last two weeks - didn't realise how much until it wasn't there!
Such is a nature of addictions
. . . she hides tears as well
as the passage of soles
upon even the stair, where
the heart-wood wills
the warmth of day away
as soft as the afterglow
candles the nightie–in a way
a light-switch cannot–in a way
a wraithful ascent shoulders more
than the shadow of reprisal . . .
Footsteps echoed from somewhere deep inside the old battery. I couldn't tell which direction the sound originated. The labyrinth had a way of twisting and turning things around. Earlier I could have sworn I heard a man whisper, "Be careful." The disembodied voice sounded more like a warning than concern.
It was the first beautiful day in weeks, so Annie laced up her shoes for a run. The paths were packed with people and dogs. Kids on bicycles and teens on skateboards dodged around strollers and skaters.
Annie swerved toward a narrow trail where the only sound was her footsteps.
‘Trust me,’ she said. ‘I’ll be right behind you. Don’t look back.’
Hades watched Orpheus stride away with that glazed poetic look in his eyes, composing a new song.
The music grew fainter, the patter of Eurydice’s footsteps, then her piercing wail.
‘You had one thing to do! Just one!
Eloquent yet effective. You captured the great story in a few words.
Thank you. You have to wonder if Orpheus was really serious about getting Eurydice back, or whether he just wanted the material for a new song.
We followed the footsteps. It was more like a trail.It went around in circles; then spirals, backtracked, confused as if looking for food that was not there. Perhaps the critter smelled something, too many scents waft in the air. Radar antenna, tiny eyes we followed a snails slime trail..
Ok, so this prompt has got me thinking about a multi-part subplot for my offbeat golf shtick. I just jotted down the first bit, except it's, like, 182 words, which is way over par. Some might say as usual. Including me.
Anyway, just to build up the anticipation, because I shall be doing some digests of all these little fragments, here is the 'short' version of this opening scene in the new subplot. I shall try and keep it to your 50 words.
#
Consternation at the nineteenth hole.
They're all muttering in hushed whispers.
Abe and fellow old-timer Ezekiel were the first to discover them.
The winds that murmur constantly through that copse of trees on the ninth hole suddenly fell silent.
Then fear sets in.
Footprints in the bunker!
To be continued...