Thursday, June 16, 2011

Flash Fearsday

Flash Fearsday is a microfiction challenge: Write a horror story in exactly 140 characters. It was started at Porky's Expanse!; however, Porky was unable to continue hosting it, at which point it moved here. What will you create for the challenge?

8 comments:

  1. You're doing well to keep to the schedule - this is admirable punctuality.

    Mine for the week is here.

    And to the lurkers I say go for it - scare us good and proper.

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  2. I forgot how I enjoyed these...

    Scouts confirm their camp is found. Pillage! Burn! No victims do we see, until returning to our unguarded people: now losses in our victory.

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  3. Here's mine. It's based on my experiences with Arwan, a character in Diablo II, at a particular waypoint in Kurast. There was always a horde of these little things just beyond it...

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    He shook himself, disoriented by the waypoint. Looking back, he saw that Allani was jittery, for some reason. Then he heard the creatures...

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  4. I actually wrote one and was about to post it here - then I realised I had done it in 140 words instead of characters...

    Yes, I'm stupid!

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  5. "Murderer !"
    "Wasn't me."
    "All that blood!"
    "I'll never admit it."
    "You think they care!"
    "I'm sorry."
    "Oh, Poor man"
    Alone in the room, he sobbed.

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  6. C'nor: alright!

    The monster who hunts when you blink
    stares back –
    if I don’t attack,
    it won’t attack.
    And in this equilibrium we sit and wait to the beat of a hum;
    the distress signal that echoes position
    location
    resignation, all to which I succumb.
    A monotonous reminder to the rest of the crew –
    orbiting above us, like tiniest doves –
    to avoid and to ignore
    to go back to Earth before…

    My eyes are sore.
    I remember the embrace of my eyelids,
    a hug of soothing water I so long for!
    Like rusty cogs, I turn my gaze
    (how long now? Minutes, hours, days?)
    slightly to the left;
    a gun, within my reach!
    But with all hope and humanity in me bereft,
    should I use the rays for my own release?
    The monster who hunts when you blink –
    grins, as I think.

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  7. Wow! These are great, and the participation is fantastic this week. Onwards and upwards! Or for the doom and gloom of Flash Fearsday, maybe backwards and downwards...

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