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thedarknetizen - The Contest of Fear

The Contest of Fear

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

Prompts:

42 Words #20

Your Daily Word Prompt – #Ambient – #YDWordPrompt November 29, 2020

Sunday Writing Prompt – 30th November – Contest

thedarknetizen - Visit to the Shrink

Visit to the Shrink

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

Prompts:

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #162

FOWC with Fandango — Paradox

Your Daily Word Prompt – #Demur – #YDWordPrompt November 20, 2020

Three Things Challenge #423

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

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
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