Another late round of Fiction. Hosted by Rochelle, the objective is: a three-part story, at most 100 words, for the picture by week’s end.
The image was surprisingly easy to work in to my on-going supernatural “mystery and suspense” of two siblings accidentally unleashing something wicked.
Well, be sure to visit the Friday Fic link-up see what others have written, or add your own. And it goes without saying, choosing to continue from anything you’ve written before is completely optional, and may actually be bending the rules… Also…I don’t think I’ve ever seen a green moth before.
“I killed her.” Not something you’d expect to hear at a McDonald’s.
“What?” gestured Sam. He couldn’t speak, but he could… my phone buzzed… text. “What r u on?”
“Last year, I stood up to her. I told her… ‘die in a fire.’ And now it happened.”
“That purple bottle, when I told you… to shut up.” I nearly slammed my head onto my cheeseburger.
Sam shook his head in disbelief.
Mere minutes later, Ben, my ex, “got bent.” Backward. Holy Moses.
“I didn’t know such a thing was possible,” said Mom.
I knew I had to do something…