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05 October 2014

flash fiction 55: Lost Bones

The trees grew thick as thieves, racing to capture the light from the clouds. The bones stumbled, clacking along, alone. So far past flesh and shivered by the rising night, the bones careened across the root-strewn floor. A glance back revealed nothing but the crowding trees. Faster, they seemed to accuse, find the child!


~This post has been brought to you by the flash fiction 55 writing prompt at the imaginary garden with real toads, by the letter k for kink, and by a ravaged mind having a grand old time. You're welcome.

8 comments:

  1. Wow, this is imbued with tension and mood. Well done. I smiled at the "You're welcome." Hee hee.

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  2. The trees thick as thieves.. Love that image, I can see the capturing the bones..

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  3. Wow! This tale of darkness is chilling...I agree, I giggled at "You're welcome."

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  4. Thick at thieves going after a child... scary.

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  5. This is an excellent hook - makes me wonder what the rest of the story entails.

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  6. An intense write....filled with mystery and wonderful imagery...I can see it.

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  7. I admire the sharp turn in the end, very mysterious ~

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  8. Thank you! Haha - very creepily good! I like the trees, "racing to capture the light from the clouds." Also, thanks for following my blog. I'm now following you. (But not in a creepy way!, lol)

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