Chicklets

“It would appear to be a kindergarten, filled with large chicklets,” said Crow.

“That sounds like the heavy infantry,” chuckled Sparra.

(#BraveWrite & #VSS365, Prompts: Appear & Kindergarten, 134 characters)

Stay

“Sit,” said Sparra, “stay.”

“Sparra,” sighed Crow, “that dog doesn’t look real.”

“It’s not, it’s baked,” replied Sparra. “Pure bread.”

“Oh, no,” whined Crow.

“She’s called fidough,” gurned Sparra.

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Stay, 192 characters)

Aliferous Mannequin

The Aliferous mannequin held his daughter just out of arms reach. His fingertips touched the child’s heel before he lost his footing and began a thirty-two story descent.

(#VSS365 & #BraveWrite, Prompts: Mannequin & Aliferous, 170 characters)

New Normal

“Being a good samaritan is the new normal,” grumbled Demon.

“Good Omens has a lot to answer for,” growled Plague.

(#VSS365 & #BraveWrite, Prompts: Normal & Samaritan, 112 characters. Much love to Sir Pratchett and Mr Gaiman)

Unfathomable

She lay paralyzed, as the unfathomable horror of the situation sunk in. Eight hairy legs, under the covers, crawling up her leg.

(#VSS365, Prompt: Unfathomable, 128 characters)

Depth

“As an insomniac, I was out of my depth,” sighed Sparra. “A job where you have to sleep all day was not for me.”

“Sounds like a dream job,” smirked Crow.

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Depth, 152 characters)

Pandemic

As the pandemic took hold, and the government began burning the bodies, they promised we wouldn’t lose a quarter of Earths population, like last time. They cannot repeat the mistakes they made in 2020.

(#HorrorPrompt, Prompt: Pandemic, 201 characters)

Grunt

“Excuse me, sir,” said Sparra, “do you have anything that can cure Coronavirus?”

“Ammonia cleaner,” grunted the assistant.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” replied Sparra, “I thought you worked here.”

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Grunt, 182 characters)

Euphoria

She rode a euphoric wave, looking into the face of God. Then lamented the fact, humankind was certainly not made in this gods image.

(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Euphoria, 132 characters)

Seventeen

“I can’t believe she’s left you over your horoscope obsession,” remarked Crow. “Seventeen years together, right?”

“Yeah,” lamented Sparra. “My folly Taurus apart.”

(#VSS365, Prompt: Seventeen, 162 characters)