Ellie kicked the ball again across the front yard and looked up at the dark windows of the house peering down at her from the upper story, the overhanging eaves suggesting a disapproving frown that eerily matched the hauntingly severe portrait of her great uncle on the living room mantle.
50mgs are hard! The whole challange started with only 50 word stories, that was fun haha. I like yours tho. It says a lot outside of the written, which is crucial for Micro-fiction :)
Since he refused anymore help from her, he was carrying his arm that had fallen out of its socket. It dangled from his hand still in tact, dragging across the mud. The sight was haunting her and she wanted nothing more than to snap her fingers and make it better.
Agnes choked, so thick was the kitchen air with the spirit of her lost husband. The ghost of a vigorous youth home from the front in Korea carrying her over the threshold. Wiping the drool from his chin she prayed for either of them to die to end this torment.
Miguel you continue to provide mega doses of vaccines to cure the somber symptoms of life like pumpkins to be squashed into spicey pies. Crust is flaky, rises to the ridges and holds the filling that is so deliciously baked.
Thank you for including me!!!! I’m having fun with these prompts! And especially during the spooky season
PROMPT: HAUNTING
THE PAINTING
It was his masterpiece.
She was hauntingly beautiful, with hypnotic eyes that were compelling him to finish.
She seemed so alive.
But a voice was telling him not to give her hands.
He didn’t listen.
And by the time they’d reached out to grab his throat, it was too late… 😎
Nice variety of material!
Yup, we cook up all sorts of stuff here 😁
Hello, Thanks for adding my Friends' Microdosing!
Best regards.
Thanks for Mentioning one of my stories! That was an excellent 'Spooktober Batch', full of wonderful contributions. Well done everyone... 😎
Ellie kicked the ball again across the front yard and looked up at the dark windows of the house peering down at her from the upper story, the overhanging eaves suggesting a disapproving frown that eerily matched the hauntingly severe portrait of her great uncle on the living room mantle.
The ever judging ancestors
Haunting
“Should I be worried?” she asked.
The words formed a stone in her throat before they even found her tongue. Her question became a solid, unwelcome thing between them.
”I took care of it,” he said.
The truth, though, was ineffable, an ethereal being that lurked in their cobwebbed corners.
THE PLANET
"Ghosts?" Admiral Kammond asked, puzzled. "Is that what you heard?"
"Voices, sir," replied Sgt. Aluud, "and we heard them all over the planet."
"And you corroborated this?"
"No doubt, sir."
Aluud gazed through the panoptic window of the base when the words calmly formed in his mind, 'I am with you.'
"Sir...I think this planet's alive!"
Oooh that concept is a bigger story than 50 words!
I know! I had to whittle away a bunch if text to fit the 50-word criteria. It was heartbreaking!
Hopefully you'll blow it up into a full sized story. A conscious world is a pretty cool idea.
I do have an older story, more comedic though, involving a conscious planet that needs rewriting amd revising.
50mgs are hard! The whole challange started with only 50 word stories, that was fun haha. I like yours tho. It says a lot outside of the written, which is crucial for Micro-fiction :)
Though, I hope for more 500+ challenges to really get thise juices flowing. And thank you so much!
Thanks so much for the share!
Thanks for the mention!
Thanks for sharing my casket story! ☺️⚰️ looking forward to writing more!!
PROMPT: HAUNTING
50 WORDS
Since he refused anymore help from her, he was carrying his arm that had fallen out of its socket. It dangled from his hand still in tact, dragging across the mud. The sight was haunting her and she wanted nothing more than to snap her fingers and make it better.
Thanks for including me! And thanks for always providing such awesome prompts! I mean it when I say I always look forward to the next one!
I’m glad Jess!
Thanks for including my overdose! Asylum was a brilliant prompt!
My pleasure and thank you!
Agnes choked, so thick was the kitchen air with the spirit of her lost husband. The ghost of a vigorous youth home from the front in Korea carrying her over the threshold. Wiping the drool from his chin she prayed for either of them to die to end this torment.
Miguel you continue to provide mega doses of vaccines to cure the somber symptoms of life like pumpkins to be squashed into spicey pies. Crust is flaky, rises to the ridges and holds the filling that is so deliciously baked.
Apple pie is next…
Thank you Richard! I’m glad you enjoy it here :)