Wrapped inside a chrysalis of excrement beneath the dry earth she slept away black centuries in a semi-gelatinous state. Gradually an exquisite shape formed inside the foul pupa, regaining consciousness only as vital organs shifted sluggishly, painfully into place.
Soon it would be time to emerge, and she was ravenous.
Sarah has been in love with short stories all her life, but most of her writing energy is focused on her blog.
The girl stood in the garden, staring at the strange red flower growing from the white rosebush. As she reached to pick it, its petals uncurled into wings and two small black eyes stared back.
The creature took off and disappeared into a nearby rosebush.
She laughed and chased after.
Sophia Netterfield is a university student studying Psychology because brains are bizarre.
Darla’s commute was awful: it took two hours to get from her downtown apartment to the wastelands, where she hunted the secret dragons.
Her friends thought she was a paralegal. They might ask uncomfortable questions if she moved to the suburbs, and it was already hard enough hiding the scars.
There is a monster in the mountains that preys on bumblebees, daffodils, and woodland creatures, swallowing them whole into its enormous belly.
Some say there’s a garden in there, a paradise where the flowers bloom and the wildlife lives on, frolicking. They’ve forgotten that the monster once swallowed a bear.
This story was based on the prompt “in the mountains” on TypeTrigger.
She shrieked as a horrible, misshapen little creature squirmed out of her grocery bag and flopped itself, half-formed lungs heaving, onto the floor.
Kill it! cried her husband, but pity stayed her hand.
A bond formed between them,
and though it was built on only moments,
This story was based on a title suggested by @vxicepickxv.