Five Drabbles
As a simple exercise,I've decided to start writing at bunch of drabbles each day, quite possibly with the same prompts, but probably not.
Prompt: Beginnings.
It began as a joke, plain and simple. She hadn't meant for it to go that far, hadn't meant for him to take it so seriously.
Now he was gone but she was still here, and no one was laughing. Not even that weird kid with the glasses.
Prompt: Middle.
He should have known something was wrong when she kept biting her lip and glancing over her shoulder as they walked through the house. He hadn't wanted to believe it was all real, couldn't believe in anything but the warmth of her hand in his.
Prompt: End.
She had screamed and it had come after them, great slavering mouth wide and gaping, yellowed fangs gleaming in the small amount of light filtering through the basement window. It had taken only a second, but really that was all it took. He stepped in front of her, and then he was gone, all that was left was the blood spattered on her shirt.
Prompt: Insides.
She hadn't wanted to look, as that... that thing fed from his body, but she had to, had to see with her own two eyes that he was dead, that he was gone and that she, she was still alive. It wasn't supposed to be this way, it was just a joke, just a simple trip through a haunted house, like every teenager in the world has done.
Why did things have to end this way?
Prompt: Outsides.
On the outside, the house looked normal, like every single house on the block. There was no outside indication that within it was a deep, dark secret, something which the town, and the former family that had lived inside, had tried to hide for as long as the house itself had existed.
Prompt: Beginnings.
It began as a joke, plain and simple. She hadn't meant for it to go that far, hadn't meant for him to take it so seriously.
Now he was gone but she was still here, and no one was laughing. Not even that weird kid with the glasses.
Prompt: Middle.
He should have known something was wrong when she kept biting her lip and glancing over her shoulder as they walked through the house. He hadn't wanted to believe it was all real, couldn't believe in anything but the warmth of her hand in his.
Prompt: End.
She had screamed and it had come after them, great slavering mouth wide and gaping, yellowed fangs gleaming in the small amount of light filtering through the basement window. It had taken only a second, but really that was all it took. He stepped in front of her, and then he was gone, all that was left was the blood spattered on her shirt.
Prompt: Insides.
She hadn't wanted to look, as that... that thing fed from his body, but she had to, had to see with her own two eyes that he was dead, that he was gone and that she, she was still alive. It wasn't supposed to be this way, it was just a joke, just a simple trip through a haunted house, like every teenager in the world has done.
Why did things have to end this way?
Prompt: Outsides.
On the outside, the house looked normal, like every single house on the block. There was no outside indication that within it was a deep, dark secret, something which the town, and the former family that had lived inside, had tried to hide for as long as the house itself had existed.