Friday, December 23, 2011
Flash Fearsday
Flash Fearsday is a microfiction challenge: write a horror story in 140 characters or less. If you feel that is too limiting, you can try for 140 words. Flash Fearsday 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?
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Flash Feardelayed Again
Flash Fearsday is a microfiction challenge: write a horror story in 140 characters or less. If you feel that is too limiting, you can try for 140 words. Flash Fearsday 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?
My apologies for the lateness; I wrote up the post, but forgot to actually press Publish Post.
Edit: As the linking in the comments isn't working for me, here is the song that I recommend listening to while reading my Flash Fearsday: Link!
My apologies for the lateness; I wrote up the post, but forgot to actually press Publish Post.
Edit: As the linking in the comments isn't working for me, here is the song that I recommend listening to while reading my Flash Fearsday: Link!
Saturday, December 3, 2011
The Greenhouse: Garden of the Fallen
Passing through the tomb of the dryad Tolriani, you enter a domed chamber, filled with strange, ashen trees, with pale white leaves. In some of them, elaborately decorated obsidian jars can be seen, the trunks slowly growing around them.
Through the chamber walk black robed people, with mirrored silver skin, and softly glowing faceted eyes, in shades ranging from a dark, almost black, purple to a bright, shining green, collecting the fallen branches, and taking them to stone platforms in the center of the room, on some of which bodies are being burned.
The scent of funerary herbs, bitter and sweet, hangs thickly in the air, given off from the pyres, and small bowls of incense set on rocks, as well as amongst the roots of the trees.
Through the chamber walk black robed people, with mirrored silver skin, and softly glowing faceted eyes, in shades ranging from a dark, almost black, purple to a bright, shining green, collecting the fallen branches, and taking them to stone platforms in the center of the room, on some of which bodies are being burned.
The scent of funerary herbs, bitter and sweet, hangs thickly in the air, given off from the pyres, and small bowls of incense set on rocks, as well as amongst the roots of the trees.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Flash Fearsdelayed
Flash Fearsday is a microfiction challenge: write a horror story in 140 characters or less. If you feel that is too limiting, you can try for 140 words. Flash Fearsday 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?
Also, my apologies forthe extreme lateness. Things ended up getting very busy for me rather suddenly.
Also, my apologies forthe extreme lateness. Things ended up getting very busy for me rather suddenly.
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