Margaret MoonshadowJan 16, 2025
She wanted him though his words were the hot sting of a scorpion on the flesh of her heart. Yet, she loved his boa constrictor he kept in a glass tank under a heat lamp. Drunk with wine, she let it climb up her wrist and move along her shoulders. Were she to tense, it would sever blood flow in an instant, scatter the remainder of her existence into oblivion. She let her breath move slowly through her lips, a silent hiss. She imagined herself a snake as well, slipping out of his life. #fiftywd
Francesco LevatoJan 16, 2025

#FiftyWd #Prompt 1.15.25
This week’s #FlashFiction #WritingPrompt for #Horror, #Fantasy, #SciFi.

Write a 50-word story inspired by this list:

scorpion, constrict, hiss, sever, wrist, scatter, lips, breath, hot, sting

And tag it with #FiftyWd.
No need to use all words in story.

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Francesco LevatoJan 1, 2025

#FiftyWd #Prompt 1.1.25
This week’s #FlashFiction #WritingPrompt for #Horror, #Fantasy, #SciFi.

Write a 50-word story inspired by this list:

crept, scratch, indifferent, god-like, pollute, hunt, scab, cosmology, obliterate, infection

And tag it with #FiftyWd.
No need to use all words in story.

#WritingCommunity, please boost. #50WordFiction

Margaret MoonshadowDec 22, 2024
At midnight, we gather near the stadium of the abandoned speedway, always a straggler or two in the gray light. We carry candles and small torches to light the bonfire as faces twisted from their poisons and the moon silvers our dance to makeshift drums, the air vibrating with the rhythms. We let go, our bodies no longer our own. Rowan flays himself with the scourge for our sake, but we hug him and tell him it isn't necessary. His laughter rings out like a bell, and we are happy. #FiftyWd
Francesco LevatoDec 22, 2024

#FiftyWd #Prompt 12.21.24
This week’s #FlashFiction #WritingPrompt for #Horror, #Fantasy, #SciFi.

Write a 50-word story inspired by this list:

bell, book, candle, bonfire, vibrate, summon, curdle, rowan, reverberate, flay

And tag it with #FiftyWd.
No need to use all words in story.

#WritingCommunity, please boost. #50WordFiction

Francesco LevatoDec 17, 2024

#FiftyWd 12.14.24
This lake is of the dead. The bones gathered into altars here are ancient, the cold gnawing at me their secret—a dance on raw feet, the ice beneath fragmenting. Through the cracks I saw bruise-dark water, the shadows that haunted it—and teeth, rows of them, spiraling into madness.

#WritingCommunity #50WordFiction #Horror #MicroFiction

Margaret MoonshadowDec 17, 2024
Every night, I fed the store's outdoor trash compactor--secret altar to consumption--the raw slush of leftover iced coffees freezing again in the huge wheelie bin which contained fragments of a bespoke cardboard sign: "Homeless, hungry." Discarded plastic bags dancing in the wind would come down later in the drizzle, and I--stiffened by my resolve to serve the twin gods of consumption and cleanliness--would scrape them from the frozen walk. #FiftyWd #mastoprompt #repeat @stevencudahy @levato
Show threadFrancesco LevatoDec 17, 2024
@FrostPoem Yes, please tag it with #FiftyWd. And, awesome story, thanks for sharing it!
Show thread❄️Faerie❄️Dec 17, 2024
@levato Is there a tag these tend to be tagged with, or do we just reply to this toot? Either way!
Wind blew from the antarctic, raw and gnawing. It blasted fragments of dim moonlight free in its wake, dancing fretfully with the falling snow. My secret sense for the skystories had stiffened some with disuse, but it sang now as I gently touched my altar and the kettle whistled comfortingly. #FiftyWd
Francesco LevatoDec 16, 2024

#FiftyWd #Prompt 12.14.24
This week’s #FlashFiction #WritingPrompt for #Horror, #Fantasy, #SciFi.

Write a 50-word story inspired by this list:

antarctic, stiffen, blasted, fragments, gnawing, whistle, raw, dancing, secrets, altar

And tag it with #FiftyWd.
No need to use all words in story.

#WritingCommunity, please boost. #50WordFiction