I’ve been enjoying creating 50 word stories recently. Here are a couple more I’ve come up with…
To save our village, we fed people to the river. We pretended this was her desire, but truly it was ours.
Still the waters rose and she swept us away.
When we returned, we found our homes reclaimed. Bloated bodies occupied every bed and chair, with their unending, triumphant smiles.
The house tried its usual tricks, but the new owner was unperturbed.
When the walls bled, she thanked it for redecorating.
When the pipes wailed, she complimented its musical talents.
The house, exhausted, asked why she was unafraid.
She glanced for a moment at the rarely-opened front door.