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December 2, 2023
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Crimson Creative #264 – Secrets in the Shed

It was a hot August summer night.

We sat around the fire pit drinking, watching the flames shoot toward the sky.

Carlton’s eyes had an evil glow as big as the flames. He looked sinister.

He started telling tales of folklore horrors. He always ended with burying the body under the shed floor. I bury them there because I want to return and unbury them one day.

“You’re sick, Carlton!” “All I can say is, why?”

“Why not, my Man? There’s something about the smell of blood.”

The police found Carlton dead inside the shed after an anonymous call.

2023©IsadoraDeLaVega

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Crimson Creative Challenge – #264

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Word Count: 100

Genre: Flash Fiction

January 13, 2018
by Inside the Mind of Isadora 57 Comments

Friday Fictioneers – Lurking in the Shadows

It had been weeks since I visited Henrietta. To soothe my guilt, I picked up her favorite sparkling wine. At ninety, she wasn’t a fine wine drinker. Five bucks would do. I purchased her favorite dark chocolates too.

I could see bright lights on in the kitchen. She usually kept them on low.

She’d say, “I have a budget, you know.”

Finally, Henrietta opened the door. She seemed dazed.

“Hi Henrietta,” I said.

“Who are you?”

“It’s Ella.”

She grabbed the Gazela and slammed the door.

Curiously, I peered through the window.

Behind the huge spiderweb, lurked a man’s shadow.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt:©Victor & Sarah Potter

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January 21, 2017
by Inside the Mind of Isadora 37 Comments

Friday Fictioneers – The Window

Harry stares out the window. He sits and stares since his Ruby’s brutal murder.

He’d taken her to the museum; then, a dimly lit dinner. She was beautiful.
Harry noticed the waiter leer at her. She provoked men with her beauty.
Her eyes the color of emeralds.

Now, he sit and stares.

He doesn’t care if he leaves the room.

He doesn’t pay bills; watch television or knows who feeds him.

His life is whatever passes outside the window.

All he sees are changing seasons, joggers, passing cars and Ruby’s ghost.

But, there’s no window.

Padded cells have no windows.

2017©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words

Photo Prompt:Dale Rogerson

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