He is coming for me.
I can sense his approach and his thirst to find me. I am the last one left, and all that stands between him and victory. None have beaten him till now. But I will be the first one to defeat him.
All I have to do is stay hidden, in this game of hide and seek…
Character Count: 280
Prompt:
Sun, sand, and sea. Just one thing missing, which he magically produced from behind him: A 1998 vintage. He thought of everything…
Word Count: 22
Prompts:
The corridor was silent.
I could hear the creaking of my body with every step I took. It ached everywhere. The tests had been heavy. Sure, I’d read the terms and conditions before signing up for this, but the money offered had hastened my reading.
Damn those experimenting aliens…
Character Count: 280
Prompt:
“Oh God! Are we really going there?”
Yup.
“You realise they are uneducated tribals right?”
Yes. Very little is known about them. We can learn and share their culture with the world.
*2 hours later*
“Is keeping us locked in cages a part of their culture?!”
So is cannibalism, I’m sure…
Character Count: 28
Prompt:
Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019
Photo by David Reed
She kneeled in the middle of the field, with an elven smile on her face.
She showed no fear as the humans readied their blades for her execution.
She knew that death was only another path her kind took on their journey to the white lands…
Prompt:
Today marks the one month anniversary of our arrival.
This cave has sheltered us and our guns allowed us to hunt.
However, our ammunition won’t last long.
Will we end up becoming Paleolithic food?
Maybe the time machine wasn’t the greatest idea.
Will we ever escape back to our time?
Word Count: 50
Prompt:
My Purgatory: No Choice Other Than Viewing Only Myself Eternally…
Prompt:
The moon landing now complete, man had taken his first official steps on the moon.
The astronaut team looked back on the footprints they had left on the lunar surface.
Then they looked ahead to find the the footprints already there – not very human prints…
Prompt:
He gave a grimace of pain as he watched the wreckage.
The memories almost brought about an emotional burst, but he managed to stabilize himself.
His failed suicide attempt was in the past…
Word Count: 33
Prompts:
Sunday Photo Fiction: July 14 2019
I waited for the old man to finish reading.
He looked at me and smiled.
“I’m glad for this offer. I’ve wanted to get rid of that piece of land for many years now. Are you sure though? The land is useless.”
I nodded and smiled as he signed the papers.
We had a place for the bodies…
Character Count: 280
Prompt:
The Dark Netizen 