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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

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Flash Fiction: Dusk Silhouette

He always comes around sunset time.

I assumed it was a he from the outline of the silhouette. But the fact is that I have no idea about who or even what he is. He only peeks out from behind one of the trees in the woods. Sometimes, he waves. I told my mum about him, but she refuses to believe me. I think he is my dad. He had left us seven years ago, when I was only five. However, I am sure it is him.

Afterall, his grave is still empty…


Word Count: 93

Prompt:

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #23
The image is from Johannes Plenio@pexels.com.

Twittering Tale: Midnight Snack

I hate this.

These midnight hunger pangs are the worst. I have to get out from my cozy bed and go all the way to the kitchen, in darkness, because I don’t want to disturb my sleepy eyes. It’s scary. What if there’s something in the shadows?

And even worse, what if it wants my food?


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #136 – 14 May 2019