Microdosing Fiction - 90mg of a HUM
Write 90 words based on the word: HUM
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Our prompt for today is HUM
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Fluorescent flicker of lightbulbs lit the empty station. Its buzz gnawed at Eli’s brain as puffs of her trembling breath slid off her lips. Every sound sent shivers down her spine. The shadows seemed to dance.
The clock, showcasing the train’s arrival, was ticking away too slowly. Then the hum started—a melody sweet and charming and mesmerizing. Notes of childhood and nostalgia luring her towards it. With a hijacked mind, she followed the tune—beyond the safety of the lights, toward the grasp of darkness.
One more step and… she never heard the train coming.
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I’ve been holding this prompt with this exact story in my notebook for about a year now. I just couldn’t figure out the right take. But I think this one works!
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There. I heard it again. This low rumbling hum. I don’t know why my heart dropped. Well I do. It sounded… off. Wrong. Like it meant something that was about to change everything. I thought about where it could have been coming from. The house was otherwise quiet. Too quiet. The windows were open, because summer. Maybe the community center down the hill was having another party and their sound system was screwy—no. It was coming from the opposite direction. Why wasn’t Evan here? Where the fuck was he?
My sister hates it when I hum.
I don't even know it when i do .
I cant whistle so i hum
It drives her crazy, not meaning to
So thank God I have my home
And i can hum away all alone
No one to give a ++++ if i act
Like the hummingbirds are back
I hum to praise my LORD
And I never ever get bored
Of humming little tunes
Every month, including June
lMy Mama used to hum when she lived
She had music in her heart and soul
She used to sew quilts stretched on poles
I think my mama would say I give !