I’m back again with my very short stories for the week! The past days have been a challenge for me, but at least I’m keeping up with these.
As always, the ‘#’ in front of the word indicates it was the prompt word that day. Feel free to try them yourself and post the end result. They are meant to be the size of a Tweet if you do take up the gauntlet though!
Anyways, I hope you enjoy them!
On the edge of the world, her hair twirled about thanks to the wind, its words #susurrus in her ear. The meaning was not lost on her, and she stretched her hands out, falling forward. The ground loomed towards her, but her wings unfurled to catch the mischievous air.
She sat, clipped in by the ride’s attendant, and waited for the long hike up the steepest of hills. The sound of gears greeted her ears, and the seats lurched forward to the pinnacle. Her heart pounded a vicious beat from the #frisson of it all, and the carts dropped off.
#Gossamer curtains were tied back in bows, and lined the harem. Females milled about the room. Their laughter echoed as did their soft whispers. Gossip fueled the hive and its secret desires.
But this was all shattered when guards opened the door for their master.
Like a toxin, the #vile sensation of failure crept through her veins, and wrapped itself around her heart and mind. Its dark hands touched everything. It eradicated hope, joy, and happiness only to leave sorrow and a sense of bitter emptiness in its wake. Succumb, it said
The #verdant green house was beautiful in the spring. Flowers carried tender buds, waiting to bloom, and vines climbed freely to new heights. Plants shed winter’s cold blanket to blossom under the sun’s rays.
She breathed in the smell of life deeply and continued misting
She clasped her hands over her own mouth, desperate to suffocate the screams in her throat. Surrounded by darkness, she waited for her predator to disappear, but the footsteps continued towards her. She ran with the heavy #breath of wind pushing her past her limits.
The #Silence was an entity of its own creation, and ripped through the astral plane to emerge onto the physical plane. Garbed in blacks robes like the Grim Reaper, its slow steps made no sound on the crunchy, fallen leaves. Animals fled in panic, their voices stolen.