Week 7 participating in the very popular #vss365 challenge on Twitter. The aim. To write a daily Very Short Story in less than 280 characters, a single tweet. Yes, that’s characters! Not words.
The prompts themselves are seemingly random single words, the whim of this month’s challenge setter. This months fun has been organised by @Tianna. I’ve taken some liberties with formatting simply because WordPress is not Twitter and to make it easier to read.
The cover photo this week is of some spectacular autumnal looking fungi I stumbled across in the King’s wood!
The technological breakthrough of a generation!
“Time travel into the world of tomorrow AND a guaranteed cure to the curse of ageing. Be fantastic forever!”
The thing is, no one ever complained.
No one asked for their money back.
No one ever escaped from #amber ™️.
#Euphoric he’d fly to the very sun, horizon to horizon an ocean of opportunity.
But the highs would never last.
Like Icarus, he’d always fall into abyssal waters and mute, plumb their terrible depths,
to knock at the Kraken’s Keep.
Meds kept him from the skys and the beast.
It waits for me.
Waits for me to slip, to stumble, to grow old, tired and frail,
or in despair lay down in its cold embrace.
It will need to be patient.
I’ll see it hungry, ravenous before I slip into that #carnivorous earth.
It will savour old bones when I miss the dawn.
He tripped, stumbled, besotted, beguiled, bewitched, totally #infatuated.
She’d bowled him over from the moment she’d walked into his life.
The love of his life, for the handful of heartbeats it took her to walk back out.
Before his next love came into view.
I reach into the void.
#Cavernous depths meet my stretching, searching hand.
Fingers fumble for the prize just beyond reach.
Countless treasures lay buried in this dark dusty oubliette.
Such horrors, rotting and ancient.
I despair “It’s not down the back of the sofa!”
“#devour me I dare you! Go on, do it!” he hollered, he’d had enough.
Looking up, he stared into the beast’s #cavernous mouth,
its gnashing teeth closing around him,
he laughed as it tore him in half.
His other half would have the last laugh!
“Ughh maggot!” he said.
I’ve been cut to the #marrow, pierced through the heart, pummelled into the earth.
Stabbed in the back, burnt alive, turned to ice.
Tortured, eviscerated, ripped apart by the pack,
and with a bloody grin, I’ve begged you for more.
I need your abuse.
Damn, I’m missing GoT!