09-14-2022, 03:36 PM
We did a 100 word "Campfire Tales" contest over at ATS once...
Here was my wee entry:
There Are No RulesĀ
The wood crackles, with rising hackles... a chill is in the air.
The Witches' cackles, and howling Jackals... contribute to despair.
A tree bough creaks, my knees feel weak... a shiver on my spine.
As circus freaks, and creepy geeks, stalk the neighborhood... just like mine.
A bat in flight, on darkest night, the moon... a merest glow,
Seeks neck to bite, there's no respite, as words (like blood) doth flow.
Hook-Hand, Phantoms, Ghosts and Ghouls... no wonder my face pales.
For it's not random, there are no rules, when it comes to Campfire Tales.
THE END
G
Here was my wee entry:
There Are No RulesĀ
The wood crackles, with rising hackles... a chill is in the air.
The Witches' cackles, and howling Jackals... contribute to despair.
A tree bough creaks, my knees feel weak... a shiver on my spine.
As circus freaks, and creepy geeks, stalk the neighborhood... just like mine.
A bat in flight, on darkest night, the moon... a merest glow,
Seeks neck to bite, there's no respite, as words (like blood) doth flow.
Hook-Hand, Phantoms, Ghosts and Ghouls... no wonder my face pales.
For it's not random, there are no rules, when it comes to Campfire Tales.
THE END
G