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The white sun casts a light over the swamp. The creatures are disturbed. I creep into their dreams at night and the
voices tell them what to do. Leaving
behind smells of rotting flesh,
vomit, urine, and faeces. Flavouring
their flesh with fear.
How long have I waited for this
moment? Only two hundred years but it
seems like an eternity. Time enough for
the fear to subside and the stories to pass into legend. No more do the parents keep their children away from the river's edge.
The white sun restores
me. The harvest will be good this year.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
Really chilling, and wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it. Thanks Claire.
DeleteVery sinister.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra
Deletevery chilling. i liked the narrator’s creepy voice.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kz, glad you liked it.
DeleteFabulous story - and creepy too! WOW! Thanks, Nan
ReplyDeleteThank you Nan.
DeleteGreat build up to the evil to come....
ReplyDeleteThanks Erin I was hoping for that effect.
DeleteThat was some kind of evilness.. that end chilled my spine
ReplyDeleteThanks Björn
Deletelove it. Atmospheric and moody.
ReplyDeleteThank you Obed, glad you liked it.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDelete"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."
Well written and chilling.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks for the opportunity Rochelle
DeleteYou never know what's prowling around your mind! Creepy tale. You evoke the main character not through description but through what it does. Verbs instead of nouns and adjectives. Ann
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Ann
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