Haiku

Horror Haiku: Maggots

As You Dig Into
Your Dinner; Maggots Pour Out.
Craving Your Fresh Flesh…


Prompt:

#Horror Haikuesday 23 April 2019

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Flash Fiction: Misty Road

Visibility was almost zero.

That was all thanks to the misty road. It lived up to its name. It was my bright idea to come for a joy ride here. The intially clear road had become mist laden within minutes.

I could see nothing around me. I was hesitant to go any further and heading back was not an option on this mountain road. I decided to rely on the tail lights of the car in front of me. I could only be astonished at the confidence and skills of the person driving that car.

In some time, my engine began sputtering and my car came to a halt. Cursing my car, I slapped my steering wheel. To my surprise, the mist began clearing as fast as it had appeared. I gasped in shock as I realized my car stood right at the edge of a cliff. As I calmed myself down and reversed, I had only one question in mind.

Where had the other car gone?


Word Count: 167

Prompt:

Kreative Kue 214

Twittering Tale: Astral Fungus

Starboy to earth.

Seems to be some kind of fungal growth. I think the satellite needs a nice scrub. I have the tools here. Beginning procedure.
Yuck! Now it’s all over my suit, and it’s spreading fast. Starboy requesting immediate extraction. Suffocating.

Belay request. All’s good.


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

Flash Fiction: Post Apocalypse

Here we stand, post a terse apocalypse.

The world has ended. It was destroyed by us – the war mongering, toxic blemishes of nature. There was nothing left of what was once a beautiful paradise. There is no nourishment and no safety to be found. There is no hope left. Yet, we hold on to each other with our one good arms.

Surviving in our dead world together…


Word Count: 67

Prompts:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #10

FOWC with Fandango — Terse

Microfiction: Open Book

The playground was empty.

This was strange. I had been kept back in detention for an hour after school. The soccer team practiced at this time every day, but they were nowhere to be seen. Even the other kids who generally hung around after school were missing. I walked around the playground looking all around. It seemed like even my friends had ditched me. As I decided to go home, my eyes fell upon an open book, its pages fluttering in the wind. I went near it and picked it up. The page read Don’t Read Me…

I guess it was too late for that, too late for me to go home.

I joined the other kids, becoming just one among the book’s many pages…


Word Count: 125

Prompt:

#TellTaleThursday – 18th April 2019