Tag: Microfiction

100 Word Story – Backup (Part Four)

The house’s age became clear whenever it creaked under Thomas’s boot. The air grew colder the closer he got to the second floor. With every step on his way up, the floorboards almost broke under his weight.

“Did dispatch really give me the correct address?”Thomas pondered. “This house is too old to live in.”

From his brief search, Thomas knew that the house was much larger than it looked from the out side. He didn’t want to admit it, but this emergency call was too large for one officer.

However, that thrill for danger was his reason for staying alone.


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100 Word Story – Backup (Part Three)

“Hey, kid,” Thomas called out as he searched through the living room, “you alright?”

The living room had a thick air to it, a faint odor of trash lingering around the furniture. Wanting more light Thomas went to turn on a nearby lamp but nothing happened. He pulled out his small flashlight from his belt and scanned the room with greater attention to detail.

Illuminated by the white light, there was a large red stain on the back of the living room sofa. Thomas tapped it with his finger, feeling a cold, sticky dampness.

“This can’t be what I think…”


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100 Word Story – Backup (Part Two)

All the way from inside of his police car, Thomas was able to see into the first floor of the home; the front door was tossed from its hinges and thrown onto the dying, brown lawn.

He radioed in, “Dispatch, be advised. The home appeared to be broken into. I’m gonna go check it out.”

“We will have backup on standby.”

“Roger.”

Stepping out of the car and onto the brick walkway Thomas cautiously approached the house, keeping his hand on his holstered firearm. With his heart rate slowly rising Thomas couldn’t wait to feel the thrill of looming danger.


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100 Word Story – Backup (Part One)

“Unit 11, come in. We have a call over at the Auburn home over on 2334 Maiden Road.”

Thomas picked up the mic on his receiver radio and responded, “Copy that. I’m on my way.”

“Please be advised that the call was from a child. His parents’ location is unknown.”

“Roger.”

Putting the mic back, Thomas turns on his sirens and makes a u-turn on the empty highway, speeding down towards his next location. Most of the day was spent driving around town, patrolling for any kind of threat.

This distress call was his only taste of action all day.


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100 Word Story – At the Bottom (Finale)

Rosanne’s eyes didn’t open again and her breathing grew heavier and slower. Her body barely moved, the cold chills from before were replaced with no sensations, completely devoid of feeling. Whenever she tried to talk, all that would come out was a winded groan.

With her hearing slowly fading away, the last sounds Rosanne would hear came from the two voices at the top of the well.

“Make sure this image is burned into your memory,” a mature woman scowled. “Let your eldest sister be a reminder of what happens if you disobey mother.”

A younger voice answered, “Yes, Mother…”


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100 Word Story – At the Bottom (Part Four)

Sister… are you still down there?”

A faint voice called out from the top of the well. Sitting down with her back on the wall Rosanne’s eyes flickered open, struggling to look up at the shadowy figure. The sky had lost its bright colors, now turning into a dark canvas of the night. The gentle glow from the moon outlined the figure, but couldn’t define any major details.

The only thing Rosanne knew was the young, girl voice the shadow had.

“Lilian… go get help.”

The young voice hesitated before replying, “I can’t. Mama wants you to stay in there.”


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100 Word Story – At the Bottom (Part Three)

My eye lids are just so heavy… A small nap couldn’t hurt, right?

Barely able to stand up, Rosanne let her body rest against the wall, just to have a moment of rest. Her entire body was pressed along the wall, the rugged bricks preventing her from sliding down. Drowsy, she subconsciously took a step, making her lose her footing in the water.

With her knee grinding against the wall to stop her from falling, the sudden surge of pain sent a shock through her body, forcing her to wake up.

Rosanne yelled out, grabbing her knee, “Goddamn, why me?!”


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100 Word Story – At the Bottom (Part Two)

Rosanne lied down on the hard, wet bottom of the well. Arms and legs stretched out and floating on top of the water, all she did was let her eyes gaze upward towards the cloudless blue sky. Water filled her ears, muffling the lively chirps of the sparrows that flew by.

What did I do to deserve this, she questioned to herself. Various answers came to mind, all nothing but trivial issues and minor circumstances.

Perhaps it was because I forgot to collect last week’s rations on time for Mother?

Regardless of the reason, all she could to was wait.


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100 Word Story – At the Bottom (Part One)

“Somebody, please help!”

Rosanne cried as she looked up at the opening of the well, anxiously awaiting to see somebody peek over the edge. She picked up the broken wooden bucket and slammed it against the brick lining of the well, hoping the echos would reach up to the surface. She kept at it until she winded herself out and her arms ached.

She lowered her arms and head, assuming the worst of the scenario. The dark, cold, wet bottom of the well shivered her body. Her body grew tired with every passing moment.

“Somebody, anybody, please! I need help!”


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100 Word Story – Tomb of the Lost (Finale)

I detached my climbing harness and walked up the decaying steps towards the light-covered podium. A strange ringing sound came from the podium, growing louder as I got closer. Once my foot stepped into the light, a sudden warmth washed over my body.

An ancient chant began replaying in my head.

The guidance of the Sun lights the path. Father time decides the fate of the living and erodes the dead. Mother nature’s wrath has no bounds, nor does she apply restraints. To embrace divine absolution, one must give sight to…

I touched the podium. “The Eyes of the Earth.”


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100 Word Story – Tomb of the Lost (Part Five)

I took a moment to check on my supplies: a fully stocked first aid kit, loaded flare gun with an extra shot, extra yards of rope, my sharpening stone for my pickaxe and combat knife, and an extra flashlight.

I checked my axes, making sure there was enough wire between them and my harness. Deep breath in and out, I approached the cliff edge, looking down into the seemingly endless pit. At the very bottom flashed a strange blue light, flickering, enticing me to reach for it.

“This is it… It’s really here.”

The Eyes of the World, they’re mine.


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100 Word Story – Tomb of the Lost (Part Four)

Goddamn it, what’s with all these traps?!

Seeing the small exit just a few feet away, I went for a final leap to try and clear the gap as fast as possible. Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t as graceful as other fictional explorers; I came in for a hard landing, covering my face as I crashed into another room, free of traps.

Rolling onto my back, my chest struggled to breathe in the clean air. After a few violent coughs, my lungs managed to suck in a large gasp.

I grunted, “This treasure better be worth all this goddamn trouble…”


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