Friday, March 30, 2012

Trifecta

This weekend's challenge: Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. 


“I love high, sturdy ceiling beams,” he said appreciatively, knotting the bedsheet under her chin. “Don’t worry, you won’t leave a big mess behind. It will look like a simple suicide by hanging.” 


 

17 comments:

  1. yikes! powerful!

    best,
    MOV

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  2. like this; a sense of calm, nice and polite, just going about their business. very good.

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  3. Anonymous3:26 PM

    creepy indeed! To want to see 33 words before, or after - great job!

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  4. It seems so casual it is disturbing. Very nice.

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  5. Anonymous6:19 PM

    Pretty disturbing. I like that!

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  6. Anonymous6:29 PM

    I'm picturing Dennis Hopper in this role.

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  7. Anonymous6:51 PM

    There's a preternatural calm in the voice of the perp. Hannibal Lecter. Hopkinsesque. Great job, Gal. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/03/30/1955-trifecta-disturbing-photo-included/

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  8. I'm not going to sleep well tonight.

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  9. Anonymous10:23 PM

    I think his calm demeanor made this even creepier!

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  10. Anonymous10:33 PM

    OK. I hate this. But. I like the writing. You made my spine chill.

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  12. and she is too terrified to do anything. . .no more words, perfect!

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  13. the calmness throughout this just emphasizes the horror. Nice

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  14. Anonymous3:44 AM

    Thanks so much for linking up with Trifecta this week. Hope to see you back on Monday (10 am Eastern) for the new prompt and some exciting news about the changes Trifecta is making to spread the word about our writing community.

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