“A Single Bullet Deleted His Future.”
It was a contest like no other.
Testing nerves against the myth of the graveyard: Spend a night there, without letting the ambient atmosphere unnerve you. None lasted through the night. Either fear claimed them, making them run.
Or the graveyard did.
Word Count: 42
She hides from him – his hungry eyes and itching hands.
She hides silently, waiting for him to come closer.
She hides, but the scars on her back and the bruises on her legs stand exposed
She hides with bated breath, listening closely to his approaching steps.
She hides, as he calls out to her in his sickening, singsong voice.
She hides the blade behind her back, right until the moment he is in range.
The knife plunges deep, penetrating into his shallow soul.
Now, she hides no more.
Word Count: 88
I come from a tribe of head-hunters, so I will never need a shrink.
It’s a paradox, but I believed it to be the truth. That was until the voices in my head began speaking. Just one in the beginning. But soon, nineteen others joined in. I demurred visiting a shrink even when their constant chattering and bickering began drowning out my own thoughts. On some lonely nights I would feel my entire conscious self shoved to the bottom of my mind, the voices taking over completely. For the very first time I felt that I was no longer in control of my own body. I booked an appointment with the shrink at once.
The shrink heard me out patiently, even heard out some of the statements made by the other voices. She asked me to write down the names of the voices, if I knew them. I knew all twenty of them and missed out on none. The shrink read through the list calmly, her index finger tracing a path along the page. She adjusted her glasses as she reread the list. She kept the paper aside, and pulled out her cellphone, tapping away furiously. After a minute of scrolling through it, she stood up from her chair, and stared at me with a look of horror on her face.
So, I did try visiting a shrink. In the end, even her smart little head was not enough. She only added to my troubles. Now I have to deal with twenty one voices, trying to get back at me.
Word Count – 260
In Life, We Must Choose:
To Face The Change Head On, Or
Run And Change Our Face
“Cuppa Joe: Someone’s Routine; Somebody’s Dream”
“Honey?! This Nigerian Prince Needs Help!”
Prompt – Six Word Story Challenge – Scam
This scam is a type of Advanced Fee Scam, one of the most common frauds out there. It involves a fraudster posing as an influential person (A Nigerian Prince, FBI Agent, Royalty, etc) and offer a large sum of money to the victim, in return of a small upfront payment.
Once the victim pays the amount, the fraudster simply disappears or asks for more subsequent payments. There are other variants where the fraudster asks for personal banking details.
You can read more about the scam here
“Just A Toll, For Your Safety….”
Prompt – six-word-story-challenge-highwayman
The Whole Jungle Grooved
As DJ Monkey Performed
His Funky Music…