50-Word Story: Hauntings (For Toni & Vern)
He never really left. His clothes and belongings were gone. Yet, every time I made tea or pet the cat, he sat there. Every time I bathed, his hands were soaping me. Having… Continue reading
He never really left. His clothes and belongings were gone. Yet, every time I made tea or pet the cat, he sat there. Every time I bathed, his hands were soaping me. Having… Continue reading
Photograph by Rich Finck. Click HERE to visit and follow his blog! His stomach growled. Scurrying past a dead tree, he heard moaning. He peered into a large fissure and saw a beautiful… Continue reading
Photograph by FlyTrapMan – Click HERE to visit and follow his blog! Traversing this landscape was familiar yet strange. The ground felt soft. Wind whooshed around Manny, and he tumbled; airborne. He saw… Continue reading
Photograph by Francis – Click to visit and follow his blog! I saw it there in the distance. A streak of luminescence in an otherwise dismal world. I hungered for it; staring unblinking.… Continue reading
Whistling, he enters my room. My heart races like the hooves of a doomed deer. Leaning close, he pricks me, then takes a hanky from his pocket; wiping my blood from his horn.… Continue reading
Photo by –FlyTrapMan– The maiden was tied to a tree when he found her. “What a magnificent sword you have!” She admired its length and girth. “It’s a Wulflund.” “Aw, you’ve even… Continue reading
Falling to the ground, it lands with a discernible “splat.” Initially, he thinks it’s a bird, but it lacks feathers or a beak. Realization dawns on him as it quivers – broken… Continue reading
Photo by –FlyTrapMan– There it was again; a faint call for help. Sebastian raced down the path of trees towards the cemetery. He stopped at a tombstone. With his front paws, he… Continue reading
Photo by –FlyTrapMan– She traveled these woods many times. Sometimes marveling at the pink clouds of a sunset or catching glimpses of shy rabbits but always just watching. “I must ask someone… Continue reading
Drawing by megaeggz In the snow, the fox trots towards the den where his love waits. He quickens his pace. A hunter aims his rifle at the oblivious fox; recalling his wife’s… Continue reading