Ongoing Haunted House Story

I plan to do a new weekly twitter prompt this year, #vsshauntedhouse. I thought I’d try it out as an ongoing story, so I’ll pin it up here and we’ll see where it goes. I may write in between prompts as well, using the weekly 280 characters as a jumping-off point.

A Hyssop Falls Haunting (Placeholder Title)

“Let me be the first to #welcome you to Hyssop Falls, Mrs.–?”

“Lucy is fine. Lucy Bishop. And I lived here when I was a little girl. Do you have the paperwork?”

“Surely you’d like to see the house before you–”

“I already know everything I need to know.”

A light upstairs seemed to be #flickering. Lucy counted the windows. Great Aunt Enid’s room, the blue guest room–the light was in the nursery. She shuddered and closed her eyes. When she opened them, the window was dark. Was the lace curtain moving?

Lucy sneezed. Her flashlight illuminated the dust clogging the air and played over the cobweb-draped dollhouse that dominated the dining table. She’d loved the replica of Great Aunt Enid’s house as a child. Had there always been a tiny row of carved #headstones in the garden?

That’s One Way To Put It

“I predict that your next #paycheck will be your last.”

Liz slammed down her #mug of tea. “They’re going to fire me?”

“I only #embody the spirits, my dear. I don’t make the #connections.”

Later, seeing the car #drive toward her, Liz thought, “Oh, that’s what she meant.”

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Our Lemon Means Death

I did the NYC Midnight 100-word microfiction challenge again, and had a lot of fun. Here are my prompts:

Genre: action/adventure

Action: slicing a lemon

Word: commit

“Ready the cannons, women!”

Clara poked the lemon among the nails with her cutlass, slicing through. “Scourge of the scurvy dogs!” A cannonball splashed beside the Puckered Lips. The Navy. After a decade of peaceful pillaging.


Nails and cannonballs rained down on the naval ship, tearing through sails and sending the crew running. Ruby peered through the spyglass. Flames were spreading over the deck and a cannonball had breached the hull. “Set sail! We’ve committed an act of war. Best not to stick around.”

Their yellow flag fluttered as they turned southward, shouting together, “Our lemon means death!”

Nagging Doubts

Nicole sighed. Dragged to another #seance by Nana.

“A spirit has crossed the #barrier between worlds! She has some #advice for you, child.”

“For me?” Nana elbowed her. “I mean, thank you, Madame Esme.”

“#Pack a sweater. The #plane will be chilly.”

Wasn’t that just like Mom?

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Mistaken Identity

“Excuse me, but are you the #Grand Purveyor of #Ancient Wisdom?”

The old man stopped #whittling. “Need #advice, eh? No, you want her.” He jerked his head toward a #dirty child with #flowers in her hair, parading in a jaunty fashion with a black #cat #prowling behind her.

#converstory #oxj #vssmagic #vssnature #horrorprompt #vssdaily #vssmystery

Part Of This Complete Breakfast

#Pass the toast, please. Whole #wheat.” “A day of #jaw-dropping boredom working those infernal machines stretches to #infinity before us. Don’t be a #hero. Have a pastry.” “So many adjectives and #nouns at the crack of #dawn. I need coffee.”

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