Microdosing Fiction - 80mg of a Bog
Write 80 words based on the word: BOG
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Our prompt for today is BOG
Write a story in 80 words!
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On a narrow path walked a girl. Shrouded in mists, lit up by the silver Luna.
Below the narrow path waited the hands of those who had walked before. Eyeless, yet watching , yearning for her misstep, desperate for the girl to join them.
One bad step the girl made, her foot slipped over the edge. No scream, just a quite blop in the night as the bogs swallowed her whole, leaving nothing for the others to find.
Dealer’s note
This story came to me in Latvia. We were walking on these tiny paths through a bog completely frozen over. And if I ever saw a perfect murder novel setting it was this one!
Also!!! This is my 400th post on Substack! Which doesn’t mean anything really, but I just found it cool that I’ve shared so many of my words with you. A couple of years ago I wouldn’t even think of admitting that I like to write. Now after that many stories sent out… I can pretty confidently say. Yeah. I’m a writer.
I’m over the moon, that you’re here writing with me.
A cup of coffee makes the Dealer’s creative juices running!
“Bog off you wanky tosspot.”
“What, are you British now?”
“I wish.”
We were sitting at a picnic table overlooking the Pacific, drinking Pinot Grigio. Our glasses beading with condensation, we couldn’t have been further from a place where Emily’s remark would have been typical.
“Sometimes I wish I were too,” I said. “Just so I could have the accent here.”
“Right?”
We clinked glasses. It had been five years since we’d seen each other.
Our divorces brought us together.
03-12 Bog 80 words
"Mom, what's a bog?" Ethan looked up from his book, confused.
"A what, dear?"
"A bog. It's in my book, but I don't know what it is."
"Does it matter for the story?"
"Well, it's about a creature that lives in a bog, so yeah."
"Hmm, I've never heard the word, so let's look it up together."
From the desk overlooking the red Martian surface, mother and son opened the ancient dictionary, poring over pictures of Earth 1000 years ago.