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Wanderers
A wispy-haired woman stabbed wood into the yawning woodstove. Jason read at the kitchen table. The autumn wind rattled the windows and shook the dilapidated farmhouse.
“Louder, son.”
He paused and cleared his throat, licked his forefinger, and turned the page. The kerosene flame flickered and hurled giant silhouettes around them. “You can’t hide when the night demons visit.” He leaned closer to the meagre light.
She slammed the lid lifter and glared down at him. “Demons? What demons?” Insistent pounding silenced her. “Did you bolt the door?”
Eyes bulging, Jason shook his head.
“Let us in.”
“Who’s us?”
“Freddy and me.”
“But. You’re. Dead!”
How the Cookie Crumbles 
May 4, 2014 at 12:54 pm
You certainly are good at this 100 word story., loved it 😉
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May 4, 2014 at 4:09 pm
Thanks so much if you enjoy my efforts. I’m pleased when these challenges work. ~(*_*)~~
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May 5, 2014 at 1:19 am
certainly do enjoy keep doing. 😉
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May 5, 2014 at 3:18 pm
😀 Thank you, kind sir.
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May 4, 2014 at 1:32 pm
Oh my God where did that come from??? A totally unexpected tale, well done 🙂
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May 4, 2014 at 4:08 pm
Ha ha. Thanks Gilly. I’m too skittish to work with snakes like you. No idea how this was going to end.
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May 4, 2014 at 1:38 pm
Those demons have incredible timing! Well done Tess!
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May 4, 2014 at 4:06 pm
Go figure. And it was a dark and windy night…~(*_*)~~
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May 4, 2014 at 6:42 pm
Ha! 🙂 Though you didn’t say that….now that I think about the story…I do believe I felt that. Snoopy would be proud of you!
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May 5, 2014 at 3:08 pm
😀
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May 4, 2014 at 2:24 pm
Too creepy! Well done, judging from the goosebumps on my arms, Tess!
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May 4, 2014 at 4:05 pm
Goosebumps? I’ve never produced those before.
Thank YOU, Naomi. ~(+_+)~~
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May 4, 2014 at 3:29 pm
Great descriptive scenes. One of the Poe lovers!
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May 4, 2014 at 4:04 pm
You’re a sweetie, Paulette. Thank you. ~(*_*)~~
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May 4, 2014 at 3:36 pm
Oh, spit Tess. Dang, you set this one up!
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May 4, 2014 at 4:03 pm
I hope that’s a good thing but what does it mean, Val?
It sort of evolved. I had no idea how this would end. 😀
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May 4, 2014 at 4:07 pm
It is absolutely a great thing!
🙂
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May 4, 2014 at 4:12 pm
Duh. I wasn’t fishing. I didn’t understand. Thank you.
~(*_*)~~
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May 4, 2014 at 4:22 pm
Tess, I’m tempted to put you in touch with the ‘Burmese Rebels’ that frequent the space under Gill’s bed and ‘attacher during the night!
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May 4, 2014 at 6:03 pm
I’m ready. When’s a good time. ~(*_*)~~
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May 4, 2014 at 5:23 pm
Well done! You packed a lot into 100 words.
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May 4, 2014 at 6:06 pm
Thank you, Darlene. This one took a surprising turn out of my control. ~(*_*)~~
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May 4, 2014 at 6:14 pm
Tess – That’s really a scary thought to think your story took a turn out of your control. Yikes. Now I want to hide under the bed.
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May 5, 2014 at 3:06 pm
Noooo. Never under the bed. Don’t do it.
~(*_*)~~
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May 7, 2014 at 8:17 pm
Love your new Avitar. I’ve been trying to get a new picture to put up but haven’t gotten one I like yet. The stress is showing on my face and gravity has really taken over. I’ve lost 116 pounds over the last 4 years. Actually the weight came off over 2 years and the other 40 pounds are just hanging around. Every new picture I see of myself looks (to me) like a drunk bag lady.
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May 8, 2014 at 11:25 am
You are too hard on yourself, but we always are. That’s a lot of weight to drop. Hope it wasn’t all stress. The trouble with weight and gravity and ‘time’ is they doesn’t care how we feel. I believe they are in cahoots with each other to give us a bad time. ❤
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May 4, 2014 at 8:10 pm
These are interesting. I read one on one of the blogs I follow, that brought me to tears….passing along memories and family. very touching.
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May 5, 2014 at 3:11 pm
Yes, good when reading stirs up emotion(s). 🙂
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May 5, 2014 at 1:12 am
I’m now more than a little concerned that perhaps my door is not locked either. Will work on summoning the courage to check as soon as the hairs on my neck lie back down!
A very creepy submission, and a marvelous read.
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May 5, 2014 at 3:17 pm
I’m tickled the hairs on your neck stood at attention. Thank you for reading and for your kind words.
~(*_*)~~
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May 5, 2014 at 1:15 am
Yikes! A horror story. Definitely got my attention Tess.
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May 5, 2014 at 3:18 pm
I was f.o.r.c.e.d. to scare you. Um…sorry. Kidding. I am NOT sorry if this read like a little bit of horror. 😛
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May 5, 2014 at 7:55 am
Agreed, you are very good at the 100 worders. Love the spooky feel and the descriptions. The yawning wood stove..brilliant Tess 🙂
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May 5, 2014 at 3:32 pm
I don’t do scary or spooky as a rule but that was the challenge. Thanks, Jen, for you kind words. I somehow just got into this. ~(*_*)~~
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May 5, 2014 at 10:01 am
I think the sign of a dang good 100-word story is the desire to read more after it is over.
GIVE ME MORE!
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May 5, 2014 at 3:35 pm
Thank you. Thank YOU. Glad I met the challenge. Good to try something new now and again. ~(*_*)~~
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May 5, 2014 at 11:26 am
Amazing. Was this inspired by China? I didn’t know you did horror.
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May 5, 2014 at 3:38 pm
Ha ha. No China isn’t on my mind.
I don’t do horror but this tickled my naughty bone once I got into it. Glad you call this horror. Thank you, Jacqui.
~(*_*)~~
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May 5, 2014 at 5:53 pm
Great, Tess! It reminded me of some of the stories my grandmother would tell about the years during The Depression. Yes, she liked ghosts. 😉
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May 5, 2014 at 7:07 pm
Small world, isn’t it. Why do we like to be entertained by ghosts and scary things? But only when we / they are safe. 🙂
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May 6, 2014 at 4:25 am
That was quite scary, Tess. Great writing as always 🙂
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May 6, 2014 at 8:18 am
*smiles* Something new for me. Thank YOU. ~(*_*)~~
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May 6, 2014 at 5:48 pm
That was good and eerie. Were those outside voices or in Jason’s head? Cliff-hanger. )
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May 7, 2014 at 7:54 am
Thanks, Debby. They were outside.
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May 7, 2014 at 10:15 am
I can’t believe your talent. Saying so much in so little. Amazing!
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May 7, 2014 at 2:50 pm
Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate your reading and commenting. You’ve made me smile. 😉
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July 12, 2014 at 5:07 pm
Oooh, creepy.
I wonder why we find demons more scary at night. If they’re real, shouldn’t they be just as creepy in daylight?
Is it because we try to sleep, so have time to worry? Or is it just that we’re generally more easily scared at night? Fear of the darkness?
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July 13, 2014 at 11:10 am
What an interesting question. It’s never occurred to me why night and day should make a difference. Hmm. I wonder if darkness is more scary because of its inky ability to hide things in nooks and crannies. What if the power goes out? We are lost and fear grabs on and chokes us. Maybe demons are more scary at night especially when we are a.l.o.n.e. Boo.
Does daylight make us feel more in control? More sure of ourselves? More confident to overcome? Sure we still can be paralyzed by it but at least we have a clear view of the nooks and crannies? Are there more people around in day time?’m less afraid to check under the bed in daylight. Why is that? I cannot imagine.
What do you think, K? Now that you’ve opened this subject up, I want to talk more about it. 🙂
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July 13, 2014 at 1:54 pm
I think both the hiding and the control play a role. We are used to getting most of our information visually, and being “in the dark” is scary. Probably we do feel less capable of protecting ourselves.
Of course agains supernatural beings that isn’t really an option anyway, is it? Sometimes I’m glad I simply do not believe in them.
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July 14, 2014 at 2:28 pm
Me neither, although there have been times…and always at night. 🙂
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