The Homestead was eerily silent. It looked like the workers had gone for a coffee break, and yet not a sound could be heard. The mugs in the kitchen were still warm. “I do not like this Caleb,” I whispered. In response, Caleb growled low in his throat. Breathing quickly, I moved quietly through the living room. I saw no-one. Heard no-one. I had the sudden urge to leave. Quickly! Grabbing the the keys off the mantle, I ran for the truck. I had a bad feeling about this and needed to warn the townspeople. The Reaper had returned.
Where do you think the people had gone?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2018
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)
I think her instincts are right.
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I think so too. Eerie silence is not good! 😊
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Dear Colline,
It appears something evil is afoot. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. I was trying out a bit of a horror theme.
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One should definitely follow one’s instincts if felt so strongly!
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So true. The outcome has not always been good when I haven’t followed mine.
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Same here. I doubt myself then realise that my instincts were good.
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I’m hoping they all got out of there in time!
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My imaginings haven’t taken me that far yet 😄
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I don’t think I would wait around in that Lodge!
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I know I certainly wouldn’t!
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That was chilling! Not a place you’d want to hang around in – I hope they got away.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Definitely not!
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Ooooh, this is creepy. It is like one of the stories about the Bermuda Triangle.
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Now that would be an interesting twist – a Bermuda-like triangle on land.
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