Fifty Words Story – The Flashlight

Illustration by Rose Perez
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The lights flickered. She frantically searched for the flashlight but to no avail.  Wait! There it was; rolling into the closet… but how? Darkness invaded the room. Mortified, she screamed. Something laughed, then pummeled her head with the flashlight. “Keep the lights off!” It shrieked at her as she bled.

 

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43 comments

  1. I knew a foam flashlight cozy wasn’t a stupid gift! I told my wife that, but I told her before I could put the cozy on…sleepy now…
    Scary short story. Thanks. 🙂

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    • Ah, I would’ve been so sad if you didn’t mention the title card! — my first one 🙂 I edited it on Flickr. So glad you noticed the glow, too!! Lol. It took me awhile! Yours are way better, but I wanted to try it out. It’s fun, but I like it better when you do those.

      😀 Yeah, I know, but how sad that the thing she relied on the most, ended up being used against her.

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  2. Some closet monsters are just so grumpy. The one in the story really should try assertiveness training. It’s works very well not only with shy monsters but also overly aggressive ones. I’m sure the lady presently bleeding all over the floor would have been quite open to a compromise had she been asked nicely. I’ll bet the closet monster won’t even clean up the mess.

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