This is actually a short version of a much longer story I wrote awhile back lol, so I hope you enjoy! I managed to make it exactly 100 words lol.
The attic's bag
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Dad always told us never to enter the attic.
Clara grabs me and clambers up the ladder to it. I follow behind her. Together, we climb in. Inside the attic hangs a slender bag, rattling in the wind.
I tear a hole in it with my nail. Peering inside I find two things- a pile of bones, and my father's hazel eye staring up at me.
Backing away, darkness closes around me. My flesh sizzles, evaporating off my bones. I collapse into a pile. Slowly, I am left with nothing but my Hazel eye, peering up at the dark.
Rory
‪@TheGoldenSilver‬ Round One of your writing comp!
This is actually a short version of a much longer story I wrote awhile back lol, so I hope you enjoy!
I managed to make it exactly 100 words lol.
The attic's bag
---------------------------------
Dad always told us never to enter the attic.
Clara grabs me and clambers up the ladder to it. I follow behind her. Together, we climb in. Inside the attic hangs a slender bag, rattling in the wind.
I tear a hole in it with my nail. Peering inside I find two things- a pile of bones, and my father's hazel eye staring up at me.
Backing away, darkness closes around me. My flesh sizzles, evaporating off my bones. I collapse into a pile. Slowly, I am left with nothing but my Hazel eye, peering up at the dark.
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