He left his shoes on the dock, laughing that he wasn’t a chicken to jump into the freezing autumn lake.
(Inspired by; https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2018/10/09/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2018-week-41/ with thanks.)
The phone rang and rang but there was no one left alive in the house to answer it anymore.
Remember to be the biggest pumpkin possible for the party this year. Small ones just won’t be scary enough.
She was tried of people asking if she was okay. She wasn’t but she couldn’t say anything because they wouldn’t understand.
It started out as a game of hide and seek which turned into a nightmare none of them could ever escape from.
(Inspired by; https://scvincent.com/2018/09/20/thursday-photo-prompt-pillars-writephoto/ with thanks).
The pumpkin harvest had been great which had left the farm with a surplus, so they got inventive with selling them.
(Inspired by; https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2018/09/12/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2018-week-37/ with thanks).
The headache pulsed away causing lights and sounds to hurt. The only relief was the silent darkness and sleep.
House Hundred shouldn’t exist, yet it seemed to. However, get closer and it vanishes, proving what a weird world we live in.
Twittering Tales #100 – 4 September 2018
When autumn comes it’s time to turn over a new leaf, to began a new as the trees turn colour.
It was a writer’s retreat; a converted boat house on a large lake surrounded by inspiring and breathtaking landscapes.
(Inspired by; https://lindaghill.com/2018/08/29/one-liner-wednesday-settings/ with thanks.)