All he’d wanted was for her to curtail her whining about his shoddy work-ethic. She stood before him, shaking off the soil, and he knew burying her alive was a bit too mean of a reaction.
VSS365 prompts: curtail, shoddy, mean
All he’d wanted was for her to curtail her whining about his shoddy work-ethic. She stood before him, shaking off the soil, and he knew burying her alive was a bit too mean of a reaction.
VSS365 prompts: curtail, shoddy, mean
Sat at the corner of the river, watching a random assortment of whales, dolphins, and squid heading upstream. They pondered if this had something to do with the residents of Innsmouth vanishing last week.
VSS365 prompts: corner, river, random
“Freinds to the end,” said Ava.
“To the end,” replied Mary. “More fruit punch?”
VSS365 prompt: friend
She slid further under her duvet as a candy-coloured sandman placed a sugar reed on her dresser. She hoped to wake up from this absurd dream, this nightmare.
No such luck.
VSS365 prompt: dream
She knew something was amiss during the external examination. Peeling back the skin and finding nothing but straw, it dawned on her why nobody checked the pulse on Westminsters retired residents.
VSS365 prompt: nothing
She did like a man who cooked for lunch. Forty-five minutes at a hundred and eighty degrees was usually enough for smaller portions.
VSS365 prompt: lunch
“You don’t believe it’s bad luck to open an umbrella indoors, do you?” laughed Graham.
Anna jumped back and watched in terror, as thousands of spiders who’d made the brolly their home, descended upon Graham.
#VSS365 Prompt: Jump
The lizardfolk of London’s sewers are rumoured to experience a moment of euphoria when their regeneration brings them back to life.
That usually turns to horror when they awake surrounded by human organ harvesters.
VSS365 Prompt: Euphoria
He looked deep into her eyes, feeling himself getting hard. She tore his shirt off. He dropped the radio, his mates crying through hiss and crackle.
Hunting medusae was tough.
(#MicroPrompt & #VSS365, Prompts: Shirt & Radio, 174 characters)
The demonic hound stood over her. Its ruby red eyes, gazing into her soul. It saw her innermost thoughts, desires, and memories. Lucy grinned as the dog tucked its tail between its legs, squeaked, and ran away.
(#VSS365, Prompt: Ruby, 211 characters)