#Story Sunday: Game

A short, short creepy story for the Halloween season.  Enjoy!

 

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#FlashFiction #Story Tuesday: Dark Possession

 

 

Dark Possession

 

There was a place my mother once told me about.  Forbidden for any to enter.
The locals refused to speak of it.
In this forest, the sunlight never reached the ground.
Forever enveloped in an impenetrable fog.
The same ground where a boy was rumored to dwell in
Spirit? Demon? Or perhaps undead?
My best friend made a dare. A dare I could not refuse.
I won, but really I lost.
As my best friend never left the forest
where it claimed another soul
Now, they are
one and same.

 

Friday Fun (A Story Prompt Challenge #8)

 

 

You’re face to face with a large creature…

Write what happens next in less than 100 words.  You’ll have until 11:59pm EST Monday to do it!

All entry items will then be compiled in to a poll, and voted on.  Winner will see his/her story in video format.

Have fun!

A Soul’s Exodus

Photo Credit: Pixabay Free Images

 

As I lie in the white bed, in a white room, I close my eyes to try and ignore the sounds of machines that surround me.

Home is where I prefer to be.

A place where golden fields ruled the landscape.

Where my body is constantly caressed by the light Northwest breeze, opening my senses to all that nature has to offer.

A place where peace and calm reign.

This is my earthly heaven.

But, there’s another calling to me from beyond this physical realm.

Just as beautiful and serene.

I’m struggling to accept the finality of leaving this home for another.

Am I so bound to this world which makes it difficult to want to move on?

Will it hurt to let go?

The blipping sounds of the machinery are beginning to fade…

                                                                                          …until all I hear are the songs of doves.

 

Time To Vote For Your Favorite Story! (July 6th Story Prompt Challenge)

 

 

Story A

Yum, he thought, that hiker was delicious. And the new clothes were just the right size for him too, though the shoes and the hat were a little too shabby. Yep, he’d been a hiker himself — actually more like on the run, ever since he escaped that circus sideshow — but he’d found a place here that suited him fine. High in the mountains, isolated, plenty of unspoiled water to drink in the stream, and best of all the hunting for food was almost too easy.

 

Story B

Path of Seasons

In spring, the explorer jumps at the possibilities his map presents. One step, the flowers bloom, the rains fall.

Another step and summer blazes. His face is rugged now, the map unnecessary, compass barely helpful. The trail is his friend, adventure his companion.

One more stride and the leaves fall. A look at the map reveals wasted time – why didn’t he travel beyond the known? But now he tires easy and can’t travel as far.

Walking into winter, the explorer takes off his hat and boots. He drops the map, a few new trails marked by his own hand.

 

 

*Video for the winning story should be live by early to mid-August.