Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #32: Write a piece of micropoetry about regret. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Challenge
Okay, I've another horror challenge. This one flash fiction. Evil disbursed. Scare me good! I will do one too. Sorry no poetry. Flash fiction...150 word max. Horror, gore, suspense, thriller! I know this is out of the comfort zone for a lot...me especially ha! But, that makes it even funner. And the word limit makes it even more challenging! Don't forget to tag to me!
Nowhere to Hide.
Run.
My mind keeps replaying the last hour.
They're all gone.
My family. Gone in the blink of an eye.
I have to keep going.
The soft leaves mold to the shape of my feet.
I'm the only one left.
I have to survive.
The closest neighbor is five miles away.
I can make it. I have to make it.
What happens now?
Nothing will ever be the same.
I stumble over a tree root and I collapse.
I lay on the damp earth.
It soothes me.
I have to keep going.
I see a shadow sitting next to a tree.
I run to it.
I instantly recognize my dad.
He's sitting next to my lifeless sister.
"Daddy?"
"Come here princess."
He rocks me in his arms like a baby.
I see the glimmer of moonlight on a knife.
It's driven into my back.
"Sleep tight now baby."
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