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Flash Friday – An Early Loss – 350 words – PG – Suspense

This is a special week for Flash Friday.  This is a one-year blogaversary for Rebekah Postupak.  Read all about it on the site.

After reading my entry below (based on the photo prompt and must be exactly 350 words) click > HERE < for the rest.  Enjoy!!!

Dragon of Halong Bay (Vietnam). Photo by LoggaWiggler.

I am not loving the entry I made for this contest.  However, I will say this.  The stroke does funny things with my memory and I forgot that this entire week was to be devoted to the contest.  I have had it in my subconscious, but didn’t actually do anything until I remembered tonight at 11:31pm!  Deadline is, of course, midnight.  So, while it is not my best, it does work with the prompt and is exactly 350 words and was done in 19 minutes.  That is a very small source of pride to me.  Please honestly let me know how I did.   Scott

An Early Loss
By Scott L Vannatter
350 Words @SVBookman

The boat pulled to the left, then to the right, fighting the current until the oarsmen got it back under control. The twelve men showed their sinews and muscles as they flexed again and again to pull the long oars. Two men to each oar with three on a side managed to move the boat at a fair pace. These were not slaves as was usual for the Viking longboats. These men were warriors taking turns working the craft so as to hold as many fighters in the boat as possible.

There were forty men above board and all were a bit restless. The sergeant or commander at arms stood sternly at the very front of the vehicle staring into the light morning fog as they approached the island. He knew more than most what type of enemy they would face today. The natives to this area were vicious brutes who would not think twice about eating any man they captured. Of all the ways to die, he did not relish the idea of that one.

He called down to the men, asking for volunteers to take a scouting boat to shore. Six men jumped up and he chose four. He had his brother lead, knowing he had good sense and bravery to match.
The small force took to the boat and it disappeared into the fog. The sergeant watched for a signal and smiled as a lit arrow sailed well over their heads. They had made it safely ashore. Now came the waiting.

It seemed days, though it was only hours before the group returned. The sergeant’s brother informed him that the area had been recently cleared of people. He said all evidence stated that they had simply run away.

The long boat landed about twenty minutes later and the entire group followed the sergeant into the last vestiges of the mist. He led them confidently, though inside his head he doubted what they would find.

He signaled for them to return to the ship. As they turned, the war cries came from three directions and a massacre ensued.




Flash Friday – Photo Prompt – 350 words- “Tricks Not Treats” – humorous horror PG13


Flash Friday.  Hosted by Rebekah Postupak , lover of dragons and writing.  The task for today: 300 words (+/-10) based on the photo.  The task always a bit more daunting because it is posted at 12:01AM on Friday and expires at Midnight!  All entries are added to the comments section of her blog (click on pic for all stories, but read mine first!).  I post my story below:  It was not suitable for the contest as I thought it was a 350 word limit instead of 300.  I left it as was because – I had too much fun with it.


Trick Not Treat

By Scott L Vannatter – 357 Words


“It looks like an old school,” Tom Westingham said, picking his nose.

“Do you really think it’s haunted?” Marlene was always worried, whether it be about her appearance or the end of the world.  In fact, unless she told you, you could not tell which from her reaction.

“Nah, people are nuts.  It’s just…” Joel’s gum dropped from his mouth in mid-sentence.  The other two glanced at him then turned to the old building.  Near the top of one of the turrets, a soft-white glow appeared, slowly moving down the spiral staircase.  You could make out a head behind the glow, but the figure, otherwise, was missing.

“Joel Morgenstern!”  Marlene, a very indignant twelve, rebuked the boy for the natural release of bodily fluids at the sight of something he should be running from.  He ignored both her and the growing stain, choosing instead to bounce a bit back and forth as if deciding the proper direction to flee.

Tom, always trying to be a proud and unshakeable visage of strength, remained outwardly calm.  His eyes, lost in the approaching darkness, might have given a more true report of his emotional construction.  He did not move.  Let it be noted he also did not look away.

Marlene, after yelling at Joel, seemed to recover and realize she should, indeed, be scared.  Her trembling started in her knees, but quickly spread to the reaches of her body so that she appeared very cold.

The figure in the old building stopped and, as if sensing the fear, turned slowly until the face was looking directly at the children.   As if on cue, the trio spun 180 degrees and left some prints in the soft ground as they headed full-steam to their respective homes.  This moment would not be mentioned by them again while they were children.


“Well, that should do,” stated Mirabelle, removing the black cover from her neck and body.  She shook the sparkle dust from her hair and face, as well as from the candelabra in her hand.

Her husband, Dirk, smiled.  He enjoyed a good snack, but agreed with her that missing children brought trouble.




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