You expect the inhabitants of a #cemetery to be well below ground level, safely locked in pine boxes, but Ruby trips over a #headless one on her shortcut home. Why would someone #dismember the #candy shop owner? #vssmurder #ficchills #flexvss
She #cackled and watched the #jet black potion swirl in the #round cauldron. She’d concocted the perfect #torture for her foe. Miles away, Eric tugged at the pink ribbon around his #neck, but it was stuck fast. That witch thought this would #debase him? He gasped as it tightened. #366FF #flexvss #vss365 #vssmurder #whistpr #bravewrite
The angry #mob was running late #because of the #debate over torch to pitchfork ratio. That finally settled, they headed to the woods to #collect the witch’s head and break the #curse, led by Steve. “Did someone remember the magic #sword? Ugh, I have to do everything myself.” #whistpr #vss365 #bravewrite #flexvss #366FF #vssmurder
“Is your hand up, Hannah?” “Yes, miss, can you tell me whether ‘garrote’ has two Rs or two Ts? I can never remember.” “It’s two Rs, dear.” “Thank you, miss.” “You are working on the ‘What I Want To Be When I Grow Up’ essay, aren’t you, Hannah?” “Yes, miss.” #vssmurder
“The #ritual didn’t work? And you’re sure you hung the effigy upside down?” The witch frowned. “Go see the #fey down in the hollow if you still want to be rid of him. Tell them I sent you. Show them your scars and they’ll waive the price.” #vssmurder #366FF #mentalhealthprompts
Jules contemplated the crumbling mansion for tonight’s adventure, more concerned about its structural integrity than about any spirits lurking in the shadows. She didn’t believe in ghosts, no matter what she claimed on her blog. That would change tonight. #ficchills #nanofict
The sun had barely set, but the #carousel was #already deserted. As he took a step closer, crunching a mouthful of #salty-sweet kettle corn, he saw the #corpse and dropped the bag in #fright. How had the fellow met his #demise? As he leaned in, someone emerged from the #shadows.
Little sunlight pierced the canopy so deep in the wood. Dead leaves, branches, and–were those bones?–crunched under my feet. I heard a strangled cry and called out to our guide. “Zia?” No answer. I’d started the hike as a Sasquatch #skeptic but I wouldn’t end it that way. #vss365
I was nearly out of oxygen when I emerged, gasping, into the sea cave. Dark spots swam across my field of vision, but when I blinked, the woman was still there. “Are you a mermaid?” I asked. “A #naga,” she replied. “What’s the difference?” “Mermaids don’t bite.” #366FF
I stand at the edge of the dock, worn boards warm beneath my feet, poised to dive into the sapphire water, when a flash of something pale and smooth catches my eye. Is that a tentacle? I take a step back as it glides toward the surface.