Write a blog post in 300 words or less, excluding the title. The post can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should show:
that it’s morning,
that a man or a woman (or both) is at the beach
that the MC (main character) is bored
that something stinks behind where he/she is sitting
that something surprising happens.
Just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses AND include these random words: "synbatec," "wastopaneer," and "tacise." (NB. these words are completely made up and are not intended to have any meaning other than the one you give them).
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Here is my entry:
Come Sit By My Fire and A Story I Will Tell
Devouring darkness overtook this part of the beach in the early morning hours past midnight. Niamh yawned, more out of boredom, than being tired. From where she sat, Niamh shifted her eyesight backwards, the synbatic stench from the deserted house permeated her nostrils. Out of morbid curiosity, Niamh, arose, turned and walked toward the air of decay that hung in the air like a shroud.
Rumors were rife about the house. She knew that when she bought hers right next door. Many nights she awakened from dreamful sleep, dreams so vivid, they seemed real. Dreams full of sounds and muffled screams, coming from this dreary house. “No Wastopaneer Allowed” signs, hammered all around the tall fence, hid it from view. Bending she peered at a loose board in the fence. As quietly as she could, Niamh pulled away the loose board, enough to allow herself to the other side.
In the clear twilight, she allowed her eyes to tacise. She could see a man and woman, sitting at a table set for two. The hole ridden cloth covered the table, ragged, aged and dirty. Her body tensed, as she took a few tentative steps forward. At the sounds of her footsteps, rats began leaping off the table. Horrified confusion, then realization she saw that the two people were skeletons, cobweb-shrouded corpses, with insects crawling out of the eye sockets. To the left was a large sizzling pot, dripping with blood.
For a moment she saw nothing, but swirling darkness. Her screams were stifled by a hand covering her mouth, the roar of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears. She used the last of her remaining consciousness, to spot another table, laid set for one. On it a sign read. “Bone Appetit!” She slipped into the arms of fathomless darkness.
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