| Horror and Thriller Fiction posted June 24, 2014 |
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Sometimes, even the dead find ways to get even.
Captive Audience
by Dean Kuch
Hear that?
My latest victim — I buried her here... in my cellar. She crawled out of the hole I dug, blindsided me, then tied me to this damn chair...
I can't see, but... I hear her movin' around. A moist, slushy sound; like golashes walkin' across wet grass.
“No — you're dead ... you keep away from me! I don't mean to hurt nobody. I'm sorry, I...”
Her hands ... so damn cold...
“Wait! Not my blindfold. Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm sorry. Please, don't...
Oh, uh ... hello, officer. What brought you here? Care for a beer?”
The Prisoner writing prompt entry
Hear that?
My latest victim — I buried her here... in my cellar. She crawled out of the hole I dug, blindsided me, then tied me to this damn chair...
I can't see, but... I hear her movin' around. A moist, slushy sound; like golashes walkin' across wet grass.
“No — you're dead ... you keep away from me! I don't mean to hurt nobody. I'm sorry, I...”
Her hands ... so damn cold...
“Wait! Not my blindfold. Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm sorry. Please, don't...
Oh, uh ... hello, officer. What brought you here? Care for a beer?”
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Writing Prompt In 100 words, or less, write a short story--not necessarily a flash-fiction, though it could be--on the theme/subject/topic of 'prisoner'. It could be literal or metaphoric. |
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*100 words*
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