Inspired by great writing prompts, like @MargaretSefton #50WordFriday, @ewdocparris, and @whknott, I started posting a weekly #VisualWritingPrompt to Bluesky (where, unfortunately, most of my publishers are). And as these are #horror focussed, I thought I'd post them here through Halloween. Here's the first.

If you're so inclined, write a toot-length story inspired by this image, and tag it #MicroMonsters.

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One of my 50-word stories, "Bitter," is live on @tinyfrights podcast!!! You can listen here:

https://caracabecreations.bandcamp.com/track/tiny-frights-episode-8-bitter-by-francesco-levato

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If you are interested in writing dark fiction/horror this fall for #Storytober, I will be posting links to videos, articles, and example stories to help generate thoughts and ideas. Those who have written to prompts for #50WordFriday may be interested. I would like to expand beyond the 50-word challenge into longer lengths---ie, 175, 250, 500---though #50WordFiction is always lovely. Please refer to the hashtag #Storytober for updates. 🖤 💀

Unsplash photo by freestocks

Numb

On the restaurant patio, string lights glowed under the purpling sky. It was cold for Florida, and I was numb and well into my second margarita, the street’s dirt and exhaust a stark contrast to the lush greenness of my first Orlando visit on a girlhood train trip from Arkansas.

Photo: Unsplash by Filip Mroz

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Prompt: Numb

The toxin paralyzes. If prepared with skill, the organs are the last to fail. One can spend days trapped in their body, from the initial loss of feeling, to when the lungs stiffen. And from there it takes seven minutes to suffocate. I have that skill—how was your drink?

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Numb

Drinking beer al fresco at the Lazy Gator bar within view of gator-infested waters, she feels her head, bald from chemo, sweating beneath her wig. She doesn’t feel her feet numb with neuropathy. She realizes dating in this condition she is essentially a piece of meat. Dan leans in, hungry.

photo by Jessica Griffith, public domain, flickr

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Numb

She was numb until Boris marched into the restaurant, a huge patch on his black leather jacket---“God’s Prospect”--- and a silver ring on every finger.
“You’re in quite the motorcycle club,” she said.
“Let me show you,” he said, and took her away, a dark angel in the night.

Unsplash photo by Denis Shlenduhhov

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