Microdosing Fiction - 80mg of the Woods
Write 80 words based on the words: woods
Our prompt for today is WOODS
Write a story in 80 words!
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“Mommy, I hear a voice.”
Lily’s little frame trembled as she stared at the woods.
I knelt by her, smiling. “Listen,” I said with a finger on my lips.
Wind drifted through the trees. Petals and leaves danced. Critters scurried around. The forest slowly forgot the memories of winter and sang in welcome of spring. Together, it all sounded like whispers.
“I hear it too, love. That’s Mother Nature saying hi.”
Lily’s eyes widened, sparkling with wonder. She waved at the canopies. “Hello, Mommy Nature!”
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The two men stood together at the edge of the woods.
The realtor said, "I can see fifteen or twenty building lots here. The market is sizzling hot, you could make a huge profit!"
The farmer shook his head. "I see mighty oaks and pines, a haven for deer and turkeys and all manner of birds and beasts, a watershed, a carbon bank. I like it just fine as is."
"No sale, then?"
"Nope. Head on back to the city."
80-word story challenge—Prompt: “the Woods”
The first flautist threatened the woods in insidious, airy timbre; the second syncopated by one measure. Obsequiously, oboes came in strong, resonating an octave lower—penetrating, acerbic, biting, rasping, full, yet menacingly insistent. The clarinets co-conspired in rich but deceptively warm overtones. The music darkened. The bassoons became murderously impatient, entering the score fourth time around with the buzzing of low, ominous vibrato. It all became too Baroque for the piccolos who screamed and ran for their reedless, little lives.