Just submitted my piece for the contest - I didn't include a title in the submission, but I titled it "An Inconspicuous Holiday Breakfast?".
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Anyway, for my double dose, my response to Friday the 13th (a 120mg dose):
A crimson red moon filled the sky as I took my usual evening stroll on the 13th. Something felt off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
A few minutes from home, the moon disappeared, obscured by a veil of clouds. The air started to taste metallic, almost as if it was about to rain blood.
I picked up the pace, and managed to get home just as the first drops of liquid fell. Sure enough, it was blood.
Turning on the news, the Emergency Alert System blared. A dangerous unidentified killer was on a rampage, killing people left and right.
I ran into my bedroom and hid under the covers, hoping to avoid being the killer’s next victim...
It was in the last box, tucked behind a joist in the attic. An unopened box of tinsel, circa 1970. Jane remembered decorating the Noble firs of her childhood for Christmas. The lights first, then the ornaments, and finally, the awful tinsel. "One strand at a time!" her mother instructed. It was tedious. The effect was magical, more so than current garlands of stuff called tinsel. This pristine box was the real deal. Lead alloy foil and tin: no plastic polymers in this box of shiny poisonous blades. Jane sighed and added the box to the bag marked "Lead disposal."
The fear of Friday the thirteenth, friggatriskaidekaphobia, is named for Frigg, the Beloved. But why do we fear?
Loki, full of jealousy, was the thirteenth guest to arrive at the celebration of Frigg's beautiful son, Baldur, beloved by all. All creation swore to protect him - all but the harmless mistletoe, which was forgotten. Loki killed Baldur with a dart formed of the innocent herb.
Baldur's death triggered Ragnarök, the Twilight of the Gods, destroying the world in fire and flood. But all was not lost. Eventually, the world was reborn, and life returned.
Joel was doing his best to play somewhat cool dad after the bitter divorce. It had been a rough few months for everybody. He turned to address his daughter Kate and her little pal in the back of the Sienna, slipping on a mask.
“From now on, just call me Jason. Next stop Camp Crystal Lake.”
“Bruh,” whispered Lexi to Kate, “do we tell your dad it’s a Michael Myers mask?”
“Bestie I will cut you if you do, no cap. I’m not saying he ate but dude is trying his best.”
PROMPT: FRIDAY THE 13th
THE TREPIDATION
He gazed mournfully out the window.
It was a beautiful day, but he’d already decided to stay indoors.
Because it was Friday the 13th.
A day full of trepidation, and constant fear something bad might happen.
Especially for a black cat, who no one wanted to see crossing their path… 🐈⬛😎🐈⬛
Just submitted my piece for the contest - I didn't include a title in the submission, but I titled it "An Inconspicuous Holiday Breakfast?".
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Anyway, for my double dose, my response to Friday the 13th (a 120mg dose):
A crimson red moon filled the sky as I took my usual evening stroll on the 13th. Something felt off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
A few minutes from home, the moon disappeared, obscured by a veil of clouds. The air started to taste metallic, almost as if it was about to rain blood.
I picked up the pace, and managed to get home just as the first drops of liquid fell. Sure enough, it was blood.
Turning on the news, the Emergency Alert System blared. A dangerous unidentified killer was on a rampage, killing people left and right.
I ran into my bedroom and hid under the covers, hoping to avoid being the killer’s next victim...
Microdosing - Friday the 13th
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Her friend had poured the popcorns, chips, M&M and raisins into one big bowl. She had brewed the tea.
These are staples for the weekly movie night.
Heavy winds splattered horizontal rain on the window glass.
They were flicking over the movie lists when lightning flashed outside.
A few seconds passed, still no thunder.
The power went off. Only the lightning flashes remained.
Suddenly, something hit the windowpane hard, followed by a loud thunder.
They screamed the hell out of their lungs from their 13th-floor apartment.
On the window, they saw a bloodstained palm print.
The 13th floor made it creepier!
Some buildings avoid labelling the 13th floor, but it's always there!
Creepy creepy, I like it!
It's a must for 'Friday the 13th'.
100mg of Holiday
It was in the last box, tucked behind a joist in the attic. An unopened box of tinsel, circa 1970. Jane remembered decorating the Noble firs of her childhood for Christmas. The lights first, then the ornaments, and finally, the awful tinsel. "One strand at a time!" her mother instructed. It was tedious. The effect was magical, more so than current garlands of stuff called tinsel. This pristine box was the real deal. Lead alloy foil and tin: no plastic polymers in this box of shiny poisonous blades. Jane sighed and added the box to the bag marked "Lead disposal."
The fear of Friday the thirteenth, friggatriskaidekaphobia, is named for Frigg, the Beloved. But why do we fear?
Loki, full of jealousy, was the thirteenth guest to arrive at the celebration of Frigg's beautiful son, Baldur, beloved by all. All creation swore to protect him - all but the harmless mistletoe, which was forgotten. Loki killed Baldur with a dart formed of the innocent herb.
Baldur's death triggered Ragnarök, the Twilight of the Gods, destroying the world in fire and flood. But all was not lost. Eventually, the world was reborn, and life returned.
Fear not the day. Tomorrow always comes.
You got my ‘snow elephants’.
I think so Richard, did you submit it through the form ?
Yes . You liked it. Just checking. Know you’re busy.
“Ok my peeps, off to Comic-Con we go.”
Joel was doing his best to play somewhat cool dad after the bitter divorce. It had been a rough few months for everybody. He turned to address his daughter Kate and her little pal in the back of the Sienna, slipping on a mask.
“From now on, just call me Jason. Next stop Camp Crystal Lake.”
“Bruh,” whispered Lexi to Kate, “do we tell your dad it’s a Michael Myers mask?”
“Bestie I will cut you if you do, no cap. I’m not saying he ate but dude is trying his best.”
Friday the 13th and the holiday spirit - ho, ho, ho, indeed. 😂
It's a cheerful season 😂
Yes, nothing says "Happy holidays!' like a cheerful psychopath. 😂