Week 26 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 is organised by @Katz. I’ve taken some liberties with formatting simply because WordPress is not Twitter and to make it easier to read.
This weeks image is just another walk in the middle of the endless series of storms that seem to be stacked up. Archer has a particularly low tolerance to environmental conditions impacting his walks. The advantage of a double-layered coat I’ve no doubt. Not long now and I’ll be able to take my wellies off.
On the writing front, I’ve had a couple of drabbles accepted into the Forgotten Ones Anthology being published by Eerie River Publishing. With over 200 drabbles from almost 100 authors, it’s packed with dark and twisted stories that will entertain and amuse. Why not pre-order your copy today.
“Your #royal bloodline ends here. Now!” she said, driving the blade into the Lich King’s heart. Eyes wide, the tyrant fell back on to his throne and slowly, shakily pulled the dagger from his chest.
“Let me tell you something about blood,” he grinned, licking the blade.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like cheese. He loved it. Cheese, however, did not like him. A week into his holiday in the Loire Valley, he was far from la #belle vie, in a personal hell. A choice between insulting his host’s hospitality or long nights perched on porcelain.
His soon to be father-in-law had suggested a nightcap, in his words. “To discuss a family matter.”
“Beware the #spirits,” his fiancé had warned.
It was only now, standing in the crypt and meeting all the family, that he understood. He was going to need that stiff drink.
“I know. They reckon you’re never more than six feet from one.”
“Killed millions, they have. Bloody dirty #vermin.”
“It’s those evil eyes and hairless bodies that give me the creeps.”
“Come on! Give me a hand with this cheese before they miss it.”
“Are we there yet?” a chorus of voices enquire from behind.
The chorus resumes…
“She won’t stay on her side!”
“He keeps making that face!”
“That’s my face!”
“Quit it! I haven’t even put the #destination in the satnav yet!”
“Mom, I need to go.”
Death rolled his eyes. “Skulls again?”
“Everyone loves a skull,” said the ad executive. “Nothing says death like a skull.”
“Meh, it’s been done to death. I should know. I just think the whole #deathly brand thing is getting a bit…”
“More like depressing!”
“Ok, we’ve tagged all the bad memories you want to #purge.”
“There are quite a few.”
“Yea, what can I say he was a dick!”
“With the discount,” said the salesman, sliding over an invoice.
“Ouch. You gotta be kidding!”
“If you like we can add that one to the bill.”