#TellTaleThursday – 24th January 2019

The rules are simple:

  • Write a story, complete in itself.
  • Check spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
  • Copy and paste your Story URL to the inLinkz list.
  • The story should be up to 250 words.
  • Add this line < #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya > at the end of the post.
  • Read, comment and share – spread the love.

Here’s the prompt:

“Mama, there’s someone under my bed!”

Imagine and write what you will do if you ever hear these words.


 

Word count – 233 Words

Nighttime Friend

Horror story based on prompt for #TellTaleThursday
Image: pexels

“Mama, there’s someone under my bed!” Kiara told me as I was going to shut her bedroom door.

“Kiara, enough. Go to sleep, remember we have school tomorrow,” I admonished her.

“Mama, I am not lying. You can see for yourself,” she was adamant. Her voice was shaky too.

“OK, let’s do it.” Switching on the light, I crouched on the floor to look under the bed.

“See. I told you there was nothing. Now just go to sleep, will you?” I was exhausted after a long working day.

“Mama, mama,” she kept on repeating but I turned a deaf ear and went out.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Something was bothering me. I went to Kiara’s bedroom to check up on her.

I turned on the light. The bed was empty.

Where’s Kiara?

I quickly bent and checked under her bed. Kiara was awake and playing. But she was not alone. A little boy of 5-6 years with a ghostly white pallor, unusually red lips and dead blue eyes was sitting beside her.

“Kiara, what are you doing?” I screamed and pulled her towards me. But my hand touched empty air.

I could see her, but not touch her.

“Mama, see I told you there was someone under my bed!” Kiara told me chirpily. Her face was the same pale colour as the boy sitting next to her.

Old Broken Things

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Written for Friday Fictioneer

 

“I bought it with my first salary.” The old man reminisced.

“Papa, I know, but we should sell the car!”

“It got my new bride, your mother home and carried you from the hospital.”

“I know!”

“I have had such good times driving it.”

“Papa, we must sell the car.” This time the steel in the voice was unmistakable.

 

#TellTaleThursday – 27th December 2018

The rules are simple:

  • Write a story, complete in itself.
  • Check spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
  • Copy and paste your Story URL to the inLinkz list.
  • The story should be up to 250 words.
  • Add this line < #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya > at the end of the post.
  • Read, comment and share – spread the love.

The last prompt of this year has to be something different, something exciting.

Describe your protagonist seeing/meeting an ex at the new year party. 

And with this prompt, we take your leave. See you on the other side of the New Year, 2019 with yet another interesting prompt.

Till then, be good, party hard and hold your drinks well!!


Word count – 209 Words

Pot calling the kettle black

#TellTaleThursday - Weekly writing prompt by Anshu and Priya
Picture Credit: Pexels

Entering the party hall, Jason made a beeline for the bar. Perched on the high stool, he asked for “whiskey, neat”. As the smooth amber liquid warmed his throat and fired up his blood, he noticed someone else taking the stool next to him. He turned to look and immediately froze.

It was the face he had vowed not to see in a million years. It was the face he had last seen passionately fused with his best friend, Joe. It was the face he could never forget.

“Fancy meeting you here!” Sonja remarked. Jason shrugged.

“All alone?” Jason asked.  He was in no mood to meet Joe, for if he did, he might be tempted to hit him. Again. This New Year party was already turning into a disaster.

“I broke up with him.”

He gave out a bitter laugh. “Why am I not surprised?”

“You of all people should know that,” she retorted.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jason was clueless.

“Forgot why I broke up with John?” She smiled, a cruel triumphant smile.

Jason remembered another day in another time. John walking in on Jason and his girlfriend, Sonja making out in his house.

“Believe me, we are cut from the same cloth,” Sonja announced calmly.