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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

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
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