The challenge this year is to create a Flash Fiction ( 50 words or less) based on a writing prompt. The fiction will be posted every Monday until the end of the year.
2/17 – Pirate Ship
Their boat bumped against the side of the wooden vessel. The faded sails billowed under increasing winds. The family stood silent. It was impossible the ship was afloat with the warped and rotten wood. The sight was enough to distract them from the skull and crossbones flying overhead.
2/10 – Scarecrow
Ray liked creating things every chance he had. The finished product always put a smile on his face. But he had never made anything as creepy as the Scarecrow and he loved it. The smile on his face grew even wider when it turned to face him.
2/3 – Darkness
Lisa peeked through the curtains, hoping to see the rising sun. Instead there was darkness, one where even the manufactured light could not escape. Her stomach churned when John touched her shoulder. She knew he was going forward with his plan to go look for help.
1/27 –The Backyard Cemetery
The new house was practically a steal, but the longer she stared out the window she realized the made a huge mistake. It was bad enough the Day of Reckoning had arrived, but it did not help to see the dead rising up in her backyard.
1/20 – Spiders
It has been three years since the last Black Moon, something the folks of Cedar Falls had been preparing for. The bait had been placed and the traps were set. They knew for the Black Moon’s duration, their town would be overrun with too many spiders to count.
1/13 – Abandoned Insane Asylum
The wind howled as the snow pelleted the warped plywood. Sam did his best to keep calm, but the whimpers from his wife and daughter made it difficult. He knew there had to wait out the storm until they could leave Sunnyvale.
1/6 – Serial Killer Cult
Darren looked out over his followers. Each one was devoted and eager to the overall belief of their idols. They had studied their methods used. By the dawn of the next day, the world would know though their physical beings were gone, their true essence wasn’t.