Yearning for Wonderland Flash Fiction Contest
[300 words or less]
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"I hate night shift, gives me heebie-jeebies," I whispered, looking in the rear view mirror at my latest passenger. "So where can I take you tonight?"
"The Pit," a voice rumbled from the back."The Pit, huh. I hear stuff about that place."
He grunted.
"All kinds of weird things. People go in and freaks come out."
"Don't believe what you hear, believe what you see."
"Well, I'd rather not see those kinda things." I sought his face but it was obscured by his hood.
The Pit was an old mansion about 10 miles outside the city. For the last dozen years it had became a gathering spot for the fringes of society.
Hi Donna (I found your comment section). I loved your story! I love endings like that!
ReplyDeleteAm also a little jealous of your life...RV and Harley?? That would be a dream for me!
Thanks Wendy...this template can be a little strange. LOL! It is a good life...I didn't learn to ride a motorcycle until I was 55 years old. At almost 65, I only wish I'd started sooner.
ReplyDeleteThat is SUPER creepy. well done!
ReplyDeleteDonna . . . EEK!!
ReplyDeleteGoosebumps, woo!
ReplyDeleteGoosebumps and then some! Great job! :)
ReplyDeleteOooh! Love the creepy factor! Well done! :)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed how reluctant the main character was and how creepy the ending was. :) Really well done.
ReplyDeleteCreepy - excellent! :)
ReplyDeleteJust voted for this as one of my fan favorites!! :)
ReplyDeleteHalloween special! Brilliantly creepy... I like the insouciance that turns to panic.
ReplyDeleteSo creepy and so good! I loved this one. It reminds me of one of those ghost stories we used to tell as kids.
ReplyDeleteConforming in their nonconformity...wonderful statement!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat story, Donna! Very creepy.
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