"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." William Wordsworth
Guest for Dinner (42 Words/Microstory)
The sound of laughing children woke her. Dizzy from the blow to her head, she struggled to sit up. The rope bit into her wrists. “Help me,” she yelled into the darkness.
“We can’t. We’re not supposed to play with our dinner.”
Vampires?
ReplyDeleteYou captured the reply to the prompt very nicely.
Vampires, aliens, witches, whatever lurks in the darkness. ;)
DeleteThat was an ending I wasn't expecting!
ReplyDeleteCreepy, huh? Thanks for reading.
DeleteO M G. Wow I wasn't expecting that twist!! They are going to eat her! YIKES!
ReplyDeleteA bit of Stephen King came out today. LOL!
DeleteI like how you opened with a happy image and then turned it sinister, Teri!
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
DeleteI always love a tale with a dark twist! Clever take on the ultimate question! TiV
ReplyDeleteDefinitely dark. Not my normal writing. Thanks for reading.
DeleteOMG! She is their dinner. Hope for a miracle and the rope unties.
ReplyDeletePoor girl definitely needs a miracle. Thanks for reading. :)
DeleteYikes! That would be scary.
ReplyDelete:)
DeleteYipes!
ReplyDeleteA bit morbid, huh?
DeleteWhoa whoa whoa! Chilling. Creepy as F. LOVED IT!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much. Congrats to you too.:)
DeleteTalk about a twist at the end!
ReplyDeleteA bit disturbing, isn't it? Thanks for reading.
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