Night Horror
In a secluded meadow, a vibrant tapestry of wildflowers danced under the moonlit sky. The wind’s soft whisper carried an eerie melody, sending shivers down my spine. I wisely carried a lantern, held high, its light casting eerie shadows that morphed and shifted.
As I ventured deeper into the meadow, I felt fear soar within me. The vibrant landscape now felt overwhelming, as if unseen eyes watched my every move. My heart pounded in my chest, drowning out the murmurs of reason begging me to turn back.
Suddenly, I froze, as a figure emerged from the shadows. Its eyes, a sickly shade of green, glowed as it advanced towards me. Panicking, I stumbled backward, desperate to escape its nightmarish clutches. But my legs betrayed me, entangling in the tall grass and wildflowers as I fell to the ground. The figure drew closer, its grotesque features contorted into a sinister smile. I heard its hiss, a chilling voice that echoed in my mind.
“You cannot escape the darkness.” Its foul breath stung my face. “You are mine now.”
With that, the creature descended upon me, its claws digging into my flesh as the horrors of the meadow swallowed me whole.
My third response to a writing prompt from Written Tales, which asked us to “write a 199-word story, using the five (5) following words. All must be included in the order of your choice: Soar, Whisper, Meadow, Lantern, and Vibrant.”
Upcoming…
A poem about life’s fragility:
Grim, 25 October 2023
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Scary! We sometimes walk around our woods at night, and it is definitely a bit spooky. But more so because of bears than monsters.
This coming week is bear-hunting season here. Always a terrible week, IMO.