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Week-one: Gems The Choker Upon passing, Grandmother left everything to Gemma except the only thing of real value. Hanna, Gemma's younger identical twin, made it clear in her smug attitude that she was the indisputable winner. Grandmother's favorite. Hanna flaunted the family heirloom—an emerald encrusted platinum choker—its brilliance displayed upon her slender neck, vowing to never remove the prize. Gemma complimented Hanna on the contrast of the deep green against her flawless skin, careful to avoid staring at the pulsing rope of her jugular enhanced by the center stone. It would be easy to slip the choker off a neck slickened by arterial blood. Lisa H. Owens Created for June, 2022 Black Ink Fiction's 100-Word Horror Drabble Challenge (Published Week-22 / June, 2022) The Choker on Black Ink Fiction Drabbles
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Week-one: Cars The Gremlin's Bones He was a nostalgic man. Each weekend, he caressed his faded Kappa Sigma Rock the World Party tee while viewing party-pics taken the night he'd met his soulmate. He promised he'd rocked her world. So he did, near a lonely exit off I-20, immortalizing her while showering her with love in Gremlin's backseat. Afterwards, though she couldn't speak, he read it in her eyes. She loved him too. (Published Week-18 / May, 2022) He drove Prius out to his storage unit–an annual reunion off I-20. Throwing back a dry-rotted tarp, he climbed into Gremlin's back seat. Twinsies, still rocking t-shirts, her's hanging loosely on bones. Week-two: Control When a Hypnotist's Show Goes Quackers The Traveling Psychotherapist dangled his great grandfather's pocket watch, swinging it in a wide arc before the volunteer's eyes. "You are getting very sleepy," he crooned, his velvet words lulling her into a deeper state of consciousness, the sweet spot where inhibitions magically disappeared. The audience laughed when upon his command she began barking like a dog, but then screamed when hell broke loose. He handed her a loaded rifle, "suggesting" she was at the State Fair where she would win the giant stuffed panda—for little Timmy—if she shot all the moving targets at the Duck ‘Em Up Shooting Gallery. (Published Week-19 / May, 2022) Week-three: Negotiation A Fabled Transaction A gargantuan stranger entered the Starbucks on the corner of 5th and Main. It became obvious that he was foreign when he set a handful of so-called magic beans on the counter before ordering their most potent brew. The cashier nodded approval at the payment method. The beans resembled mescal, which had strong hallucinogenic properties. He'd get a pretty penny selling them on the streets. The man was flummoxed upon receiving a cardboard cup of black liquid with GIANT penned on its side. Fee-fi-fo-fum! What the devil is this scum?" He roared at being swindled, then daintily sipped, nodding approval. (Published Week-20 / May, 2022) Week-four: Memorial When You're Forced to Become the Evil Twin Here lie the bones of old man Jones. Quite the evil crone, you know. He was cantankerous and was hit-by-a-bus stirring up quite a fuss. Who'd inherit his money? By executing his amended will, his twin brother Bill and younger sister Jill, would get the whole enchilada. But… the terms were ridiculous they'd have to drive-the-bus that squished him into dust straight into a crowd. Bill and Jill were flabbergasted. Killing people? What a bastard. Just like Jones to make demands to leave his kin with dirty hands. Rock-paper-scissors and it was up to Bill to do the dirty work. Lisa H. Owens Created for May, 2022 Black Ink Fiction's 100-Word Horror Drabble Challenge Stories Published: Gremlin's Bones, When a Hypnotist's Show Goes Quackers, A Fabled Transaction |
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