#writever Dome
A Wizard will conjure up a dome to protect his tower from his jealous Wizard neighbours' destroying spells.
A Witch will conjure up a dome to protect a village from the fallout of a Wizard's tower's explosion.
Challenge #04724-L340: One Weakened Link
Whilst in the woods, (alone or with someone(s) at the author’s discretion) Wraithvine comes upon a dying man, a double-crossed messenger with an arrow through his chest. He begs Hir to deliver his letter. But, a dying man is not necessarily a righteous one, not all treasons are unjustified. Wraithvine must decide if fulfilling the promise is correct, and ze does not have much time… -- Deathshead419On a road less traveled, more of a deer trail, there's only a few kinds of people one may meet. Those trying to avoid notice, those hunting for those trying to avoid notice, and folks like Wraithvine.Birthday #writespiration #flashfiction
Birthday – by Hugh W. Roberts
“Happy 100th Birthday, George. There’s no point hiding. I know you’re in here. Two cards for you. One’s from the Queen; not that she or anyone else knows who you are.”
Closing the door to the cellar, Muriel wondered how long it took for the smell of a decomposing body to disappear.
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Choke -#writespiration #flashfiction
Sacha Black challenges us to write something using the word ‘choke’ using just 52 words (no more, no less).
Choke – by Hugh W. Roberts
Olive Mackeson had died choking on a cheese and sweet pickle sandwich, shortly after pulling out the choke on the dashboard of her car, as her foot slipped off the clutch, forcing the car into the path of an oncoming truck.
Registration number of the car – K, one, one, L, M, E
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Sheep
Everyone else had gone. The remaining four looked out the window and watched as it crossed the road.
“Stay very quiet,” whispered Roland. “It won’t find us here, provided we remain quiet.”
Maureen started to shake.
They watched silently as the sheep walked to the front of the house.
“Move to the back of the house. We’ll make our escape from there,” ordered Roland.
Upon opening the back door, the last four human survivors knew this was their final day. In the field now in front of them stood one hundred man-eating sheep.
The tide had turned.
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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent – The Daily EchoThis was written in response to the “Why Did The Sheep Cross The Road?’ writing prompt set by Sue Vincent at Daily Echo.
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#fiction #flashFiction #horror #sheep #shortStories #shortStory