One of my ongoing series is about villains and creating the scariest, most evil of all bad guys. A friend showed me this concept somewhere else so I thought it would be nice to break up the NaNo-age with a bit of a trip to the dark side.
Two sentences… make em as scary as you can… Here’s mine:
Millie’s scream always made my skin crawl, it was a mother’s instinct. I looked at Mike; he’d heard it too. Millie died a year ago.
Once again, I broke my own rules and wrote three sentences! I’m so bad at my own word games! but it was two lines at least… I’m claiming that as counting! It wasn’t the best, but then I’ve never written horror!
Now to last weeks writespiration, and your six word stories. There are some cracking entries, so many I was utterly blown away, so thank you to everyone who took the time to participate.
An author’s life is all write!
Screaming, suffering, sweating…beautiful baby born.
Take a letter. Then another. Then…’
A gale blew. I adjusted sails.
Sarah B gives 6 for 6
Hungry? Have a few pomegranate seeds.
I learned the truth at fourteen.
Aliens dissect humans. Discover no heart.
Dieting = refusing pizza, eating chocolate cake.
Tell me. Does it get better?
It gets different. Sad but true.
In my dreams, I am alive.
I wake. Morning brings the shadows.
Death disconnects us, but love endures.
Leaf-gold falling, geese calling, winter’s coming.
He left. Never came back. Never!
To be with you is eternity.
“Tortured by love, awakens the phoenix”.
Hubby’s business trip means lonely nights.
Little granddaughter’s hugs warm Grammie’s heart.
Though miles apart, mom’s love endures.
Doggie kisses bring laughs and giggles.
Busy with grandchildren, slept very little,
Can I manage six coherent words?
I nod, bleary-eyed, wasted and grumpy,
A six-word memoir. Piece of cake:
Tears, smiles, ashes. Biography without annotations.
Birth, child, teen, marriage, children, requiem
Glen Hefly submitted a whopping 16 entries!
Definition Forever: Six weeks, if lucky.
Death. It wasn’t forgivness, but enough.
She’s cheating. Didn’t bother to hangup.
You’re a character. My character. When?
All this time. Good-Witch my ass.
Want to hear a secret? No.
Everyone’s dead. They don’t know, yet.
Rain hammered the widows. The baby!
We should be better strangers
Saved people surrounded my gallows, cheering.
Oh no! The King is pregnant!
Save me? Yeah, about that Jim.
Wait, ferries don’t run at night…
Heart-drive full. Delete Past Lovers?
She wrote milk, he read gasoline.
She breathed her last into him.
Kate my lovely friend from work who secretly loves to write, finally after being berated by me, joined in! (thank you work wife!)
“Hug?” “But I have no arms.”
“There’s always tomorrow.” “Tomorrow I die.”
For Sale; weeding dress. Never worn.
My only true love. My abuser.
ten fingers , ten toes, our everything.
She pressed the button and ran.
Ignition, clutch, gear, throttle, freedom.
Last but not least, Stephen Swartz submitted an entry via twitter for last weeks romance story. I felt it so brilliant I had to post it. Thanks Stephen
They met and had a frantic two day affair, sniffing and licking each other with delight. Until the dogcatcher hauled Pugsly away.