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Microprose: Sinking Sword

Splash! Relief flooded over him as his sword entered the river.

It’d made him invincible. The world’s most powerful man. If only he could be called man, with his hollow eyes, gaunt skin and decrepit features. As the sword sunk, his vitality rose.

He was alive, again.

Word Count: 47

Prompt:

YeahWrite #447 Microprose Challenge

Flash Fiction: Treasures

Beth and Ben stared at the mess lying on grandpa’s bed.

They took one last look inside the wardrobe they had freshly emptied. Dejected, they ran down the stairs to their grandfather. Puffing their cheeks the little twins stood between grandpa and the television.
“Grandpa is a liar,” the two declared in unison.
Grandpa adjusted his spectacles.
“When did I lie?”
The kids led him up to his bedroom. They pointed to the empty wardrobe.
“You said grandma kept her treasures here before going to heaven.”
Grandpa smiled looking at the mess on his bed.

“I never lied. They’re here.”

Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 25th Oct 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Twittering Tale: Grandma’s Chest

The chest lay untouched.

All us cousins knew we weren’t to go near it. Grandma had made that clear. However, on a boozy night, our curiousity got the better of us. I accepted the dare to open it. There lay grandpa’s corpse, one eye staring at us.

A knife plunged through the other.

Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #154 – 17 September 2019