Wednesday, January 16, 2013

55 word story: The smell





I was woken by a strong nauseating smell. I went to investigate. It was the garden area. The grass beneath my feet was stinking. I started digging passionately. A polythene rug sack surfaced. I untied it. A rotten head fell onto my lap. I shrieked as I saw my hollow eyes staring back at me. 




16 comments:

  1. OH MY GOODNESS!!!! HOW SCARY!!! OH BOY!!

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    1. Glad you got scared...Mission accomplished :/

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  2. That's your Genre- 55 fiction !!

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    1. Yes, this is one genre of which I am more confident. Thanks for reading dear

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  3. Hi Ritesh,

    That was interesting, you accomplished the F55 quite successfully.
    The thought on one's own head falling into their lap gives the creeps. :)

    Keep it up :)

    Regards

    Jay
    My Blog | My FB Page

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    1. Thanks. Ur blog has a nice look about it :)

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    1. Thank you sir for reading and getting time out to comment. Will look forward to more visits from you :)

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  5. very (chris)nolan-esque this creepiness..

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  6. Hi Songbird. Glad you visited. Ummm.... it's just that me and Nolan perhaps share our passion for thrills, though am more in the line of Edgar Allan Poe, my personal fav :))

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  7. Imagining my hollow eyes staring at me. Its creepy, man... :(

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  8. imagine your ratty eyes staring back at you...haha.....the next time i see a dead rat on the road, i will get reminded about u

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  9. That's too scary for bedtime stories. But really nice F-55.

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  10. hi Anjali...welcome to my haunted blog. :)

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