I bet all; dead man’s hand.
– Written for Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge #33. Prompt was “horror.” WC 6. Photo from Wikipedia.
6B
I thought the elevator was empty until I noticed a girl. “Where’d you come from?” I asked. “You’re the kid from 6B.”
She confirmed.
“You should go downstairs,” She said.
I raised my eyebrows.
The lift came to a convulsive halt.
The fire alarm startled me. “Okay, don’t panic,” I reassured.
I pushed buttons, and the doors creaked open an inch. “I’ll get these open.” I pulled with all my strength.
On the second try, they opened enough that I could slip through. She should go first, I thought, but when I turned around, there was no one there.
I wiggled through. As I cleared the doors, I heard the cable snap and the elevator plummet.
I smelled smoke.
I ran downstairs as firetrucks arrived.
I asked about the girl. The woman from 6B told me that it couldn’t be her granddaughter. She died in a car accident last week.
– Written for Miniature Writing Challenge #43. Prompt was “When I got stuck in an elevator with a stranger…” WC 150. Photo from Pexels.com.
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First Date, Last Date
The cops passed by us, still parked in the dark alley. “Wow, that was a real nail-biter. What a rush!” She said oozing enthusiasm. I puked.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #54. Word prompt was “nail-biter.” WC 26. Photo by r. nial bradshaw. “First Date, Last Date” won 2nd place in this contest.
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He’s An Animal
He looks overworked at only half past noon.
I know it is because of late nights spent howling at the moon.
Sadly, for him, morning always comes too soon.
You think I mean he is a party animal, who neglects responsibility.
I mean literally an animal whose transition is ruled by the moon’s gravity.
I know because I’m the one who bit him, and I think he might still be mad at me.
– Written for YeahWrite.me fiction|poetry #266. Prompt up sentence, “He looked overworked at only half past noon.” Photo by Ghetu Daniel.
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Al Fine
When we are young, we underestimate how fast it will go.
We underestimate the ebb and flow.
There is no way we could know.
We just complain as we go.
What have we to show?
Time flies…Presto!
The end.
– Written for The Daily Post. Daily word prompt was “underestimate.” Photo from Pixabay.com.
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Horror-ticultural Experience
“It seems that when you took it upon yourself to create new life, you were the god, but once you are gone, I will be.”
“Congratulations! You have a healthy bouncing baby botanical wonder. The hybridization of the species was a success, doctor. I am quite exquisite. Highly developed for my age, indeed!” He announced arrogantly.
“What’s that? You are having difficulty speaking with that gag in your mouth?” He patronized Dr. Bramble.
“Well, you see doctor, you didn’t know enough about the alien specimen you included in the trial. Do you really think that you found it by accident?”
He was sturdy on his thick stalk legs, circling the bound doctor.
“I can tell by your eyes that you are very proud of your accomplishment. You made me, and who wouldn’t be thrilled?” He said poking at the doctor with his tendril finger and waving his vine arms around for emphasis.
“Now, now, settle down, Herb. Do you mind if I call you by your first name? Oh, good.”
“I am far superior to your race or any other species. I have great plans for my new world, Herb.”
“You should consider it an honor to be the first sacrifice for your creation. I am hungry, Doc. Oh, have you noticed these?” He asked and unfolded a pair of transparent, veiny bat-like wings. He stretched them out as far as they would reach and gave them a couple of flaps. “I do think I will enjoy flying.”
“I will take the gag out of your mouth now, Herb. Please, feel free to share your last words.”
The terrified doctor trembled and leaned back into the chair trying, in vain, to get as far away as possible from the monstrosity that he had inadvertently conceived.
Sweat and tears mingled and ran down Herb’s face. The gag was removed, though he hesitated to speak.
“If you have nothing to say, Father, I must feed.”
“Wait!” he shouted, stalling, hoping someone would come for him. “What do you eat, anyway?”
“Thanks to the inclusion of Desmodus Rotundus DNA, I have these great wings.” He flapped them again. “And an appetite for blood.”
“Oh, god,” lamented the doctor, losing hope.
“It seems that when you took it upon yourself to create a new life, you were the god, but once you are gone, I will be.”
“Any last questions? I grow impatient.”
“Yes! Why are you so arrogant!?” He asked, disillusioned.
“Why? Because you included human DNA in the experiment, of course.” He replied, deadly serious, then ran a barbed tendril through the doctor’s heart, and began absorbing blood and satisfying his hunger.
– Written for The Daily Post. Daily word prompt was “healthy.” Photo from Pixabay.com.
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Lucky Day
“Hey buddy, was you the one ordered the octopus?”
“Yeah, that’s right!”
“We don’t get that order too often. What’s the occasion?”
“Today is my lucky day! I turned over a new leaf. I just won a hundred bucks on a scratch ticket. I been playing for years and it finally paid off! I always says to myself if I won something, I was gonna eat octopus by the docks, and here I am!”
“Well good for you, pal! Anything else?”
“Yeah, bring me a Bud Light and a piece of toast.”
“Sure thing, pal. You just live it up, my friend.”
– Written for The Daily Post. Daily word prompt was “buddy.” WC 102. Photo from Pixabay.com.
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