“Black cats are bad luck,” says Dad.
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I glance in his direction seconds before the jaguar attacks.

“Black cats are bad luck,” says Dad.
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I glance in his direction seconds before the jaguar attacks.

“Laughter is the best medicine,” said the dentist.
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I think I think he turned the turned the Nos on on on too high high high I can’t I can’t—

Hi guys! Hope you’re all well. As usual, I entered Reedsy’s weekly short story competition. This week’s theme was Woodstock! The prompts were all based on songs that were played at the 1969 festival.
I used prompt #1 — “Beside the Sea” by Mountain. Seeing as the music of Woodstock was (for the time) very mind-bending and experimental, I tried my hand at writing something experimental too. The title of my short story is Water Wears Rock, and you can read it here.
“The seagulls are circling overhead, crying. The ocean’s waves are lapping up against the sand, whispering. In the distance stand the resolute shadows of mountains, shimmering.” Continue Reading
I hope it’s fun to read! It was rather enjoyable to write!
If you’re interested in my winning entry for last week’s contest, you can read The Things That Do Not Float right here!
P.S. As usual, Bite-Sized Horror is back tomorrow!
The priest froze when he saw the stained-glass depiction of the crucifixion.
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The blood was smeared on the inside of his bedroom window.

<< Bite-Sized Horror #31: Love
Many thanks to PJ for challenging me with a prompt for today’s Bite-Sized Horror! Check out PJ’s blog!
He fell for her as soon as he saw her smile.
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There was quite a mess when he hit the ground.

She’s always there, no matter where I go.
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Because I’m following her.

She smiled as her children noisily ate their meal.
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The zombie apocalypse doesn’t change your family.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” I asked, trying to get a look at the sonogram.
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My husband frowned at the screen and asked the nurse, “What is that?”

Through the camera I could see the man who had followed me home.
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“Excuse me,” said my downstairs neighbour as she left the building.

After over twenty years of jumping out of aeroplanes, I’m doing my last skydive ever today.
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My parachute won’t open.
