The Batch of Micro-Spooks! #2
The special edition batch of spooky micro-fictions from all around Substack!
Welcome to the special edition of the Batch! Today’s prompt is the third or fourth Microdosing story I did here on Substack. This version of it is an edited and expanded version that you’ll find in the Microdosing collection (release date soon).
So let’s get to that and then to your awesome contributions from the past week. As always, if your story is not included, I’m sorry but it’s becoming nearly impossible to include everyone.
Today on Microdosing our Spooktober prompt is GRAVEYARD!
🎃Write a story in 80 words!🎃
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Crazy ol’ Charlie worked the graveyard’s night shifts. He was a nice dude, but he often made up nonsense about moving dirt and hollow graves.Â
Nobody took him seriously. Charlie’s love for whiskey was well known. But ol’ Charlie stood his ground, pleading to the people that he wasn’t crazy. Nobody listened.Â
One night, the hands poked out, and the dead raided the town. Crazy Ol’ Charlie sat at the top of the graveyard’s crypt, enjoyed his whiskey, and watched its occupants expand their home to the town.Â
Special shout out!
Now let’s get to the contributions to the Microdosing this week! First I would love to shout out Barrie from
. Not only for being a great member of our community and supporting The Fiction Dealer since its beginning. Today he deserves this little space for writing a Hollow prompted story that truly encapsulates what micro-fiction is supposed to look like.Haunting
Haunted stories by
Howl
Stories full of howling came from
Prey
Stories of predators and preys came from
Hollow
Stories about hollow spaces and souls, yet stories full of meaning came from
Specter
Ghosts and specters were provided by
Grave
Stories six feet under came from
Ghoul
The ghoulish stories of
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I want to make an intro to my today prompt. Tears came to my eyes when I finish writing this one. With that said, here´s my 80 words of a Graveyard:
"Silence is everywhere and in this place you can even hear the crackling of the little suns that people call candles,
- It's to enlighten his soul,
said Mary when someone whose deep, profound voice she recognized, asked her about the candle burning on her husband's grave. Mary is startled, because there is no one else in the cemetery. where is the voice coming from, how is that possible?
- Mary, don't be afraid. I'm in peace. I miss your warm embraces.
Microdosing - 80mg of a Graveyard
The wind brought the horizontal rains, as they hurriedly crossed the entrance.
The couple walked up to the check-in counter. Boots squeaking, coats dripping wet.
The receptionist looked at his monitor, hesitated for a minute.
‘Sir, you’re upgraded to a larger suite, no additional charge.’
‘Thank you. Low season?’
The hotel staff nodded, avoiding his eyes.
They entered their room, admiring the luxurious interior.
His wife parted the sheer curtain, checking on the view.
A huge ancient graveyard splayed below.