Hide and Seek

Her playhouse was made of leaves and vines, of sticks and trees. Sunlight filtered into it, setting her stage of childhood and sorrow with spackles of brightness and shadow.

Inside, drawn up against the forest floor, she counted to ten, again and again, a whispered repetition that became more frantic, labored breath catching on each hurried number.

Somewhere, a twig would snap. A bird would call. And the girl would freeze, thinking her adventure over, knowing her freedom was fleeting. He would find her. He always did. No matter how still she grew or quiet her counting.

He always did.

Author's Note: Fiction inspired by #100WordSong, the brilliant weekly writing challenge from my buddy Lance of My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. This week's song was "Runaway" by Jefferson Starship chosen by the delightful Kir of The Kir Corner. 

Text-a-Scare: Doors

To: Rebecca

From: Unknown Number

Sent: 3:06am

Received: 3:07am

I’m right outside your door. Which door? I can’t tell you. For your sake, hope you don’t guess wrong. 

via

Author's Note: This week at Write on Edge we were assigned to "text a scare" in 160 characters or less. Hope you'll come check out the great scares this morning, just click the link below!

Well?

At the bottom of the well, she wept silently. 

Hours had passed, and she knew:

Time was her enemy, ticking away in darkness. 

Counting down.

Author's Note: This week's Write on Edge Red Writing Hood assignment was to Tweet a Story in 140 characters or less. Greedy girl I am; I used every one of my 140 characters. This story has been in my heart for quite some time, and I thought I'd use this opportunity to write it. That's it for now. I'm all twittered out.