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Into the Dark

November 29, 2018, prompt: In 99 words no more, no less)

Carrot Ranch prompt

November 29: Flash Fiction Challenge

write a story using the phrase “into the dark.” What must a character face? Write about an encounter, journey, relationship, or quest. Follow the ship’s lights on gloomy seas. Go where the prompt leads you.

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Into the dark, we crawled
on hands and knees
moving deeper
into darkness

“Where is the fountain suppose to be Phil?”
“Phil, why don’t you answer me?”

That’s just like Phil
bringing me on adventures
that end into nightmares

A few more arthritic crawls ahead
and I hear a faint trickling murmur
momentarily, this calms my frantic nerves

My fingers touch dampness
then drop into a foamy pool of water

Way above this pool, a light opens up
Phil’s self-satisfied smirk
looking down at me

“Phil! How did you get up there?”

The light goes out
total darkness

“Phil?”

(99 words)

Life Sentence

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Twittering Tales #112

Life Sentence

Their son’s court appearance was being held today.
His crime, killing his younger brother.
The brothers were ignorant of the fact they both had the same girlfriend.
The son found his brother in bed with her.
It’s the girlfriend he should have killed, not his brother.  ©Hélène Vaillant

272 (characters)  Twittering Tales #112 – 27 November 2018 – The Bucket List (write a story in 280 characters or less)

 

The Well

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Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018

Written for: Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018   (tell a story in 280 characters or less)

The Well

Dad managed to get the well flowing again. Several days later we discovered all the people in the village that had mysteriously disappeared over the years. To the top of the well, they floated one after the other. Our water was contaminated.

247 characters

Mirror

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Twittering Tales #109 – 6 November 2018   – picture prompt: tell a story in 280 characters or less

Every morning was the same ritual.
Kiss an empty frame, offer flowers and a prayer.
I asked her who she idolized.
“Me!” she said.
“See my reflection, there?
I don’t see my crippled body in that reflection, only my face.
Normally all I see is my disability and can’t see Me.”

(278 characters)

The Way-Stone

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Sue Vincent

Written for:

Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Way-stone #writephoto

 

The Way Stone
Grandfather had many stories to tell us. Today he had a wish to go back to the Way -Stone. At his tender age of 102, he had seen many travellers on this trail.

Granting him his wish, on a bed of duck feathers, we carried granddad towards the Way- Stone.

“Nature has changed. Trees have grown where there used to be a clearing. The Way- Stone was a guiding light when I played here as a lad.” said Grandfather.
“You see all the ground stones set up in a row here?” he continued.
“These are the burial sites of our ancestors. They lived on this land with the Way-Stone.”

Pointing a bit forward to a concave area in the grass, he asked me to go forward and brush the grass with my hands.
Sweeping grass to the side I uncovered an anchored door.
I opened the door and peeked inside.

Down below was a beautiful ray of light shining on a bed a grass. Next to it was another bed with my grandmother’s name inscribed on the blanket. A skeleton lay on the bed.

My grandmother had died 15 years ago and we never knew where granddad had buried her.

Grandfather gathers us all together and then solemnly says:
“Today you will leave me here, put me down on my bed alongside my dearest”.

 

Pumpkin Patch

Written for:  (in 280 characters or less)

Twittering Tales #107 – 23 October 2018

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Pumpkin Patch

“Don’t go play too far George!” yells mom.

But George wasn’t there.

Panicked she runs to the pumpkin patch.

Pumpkins’ are carving their own Halloween structures.

George is there, light coming out his eyes, nose and mouth.

A big pumpkin grabs mom.

She joins George up on the fence.

(279 characters)

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