I didn’t write anything last week. I was involved in a few personal problems and was not able to spend as much time as usual on WordPress. So, firstly, my apologies to all of the people whose blogs I usually visit but didn’t.
I’m back again this week – obviously – and here is the link to Madison’s page:
If you click onto the little blue creature underneath the story, it will take you to a list of more 100-word stories.
Here are the photo prompt and my 100-word story:
It comes every night. It starts with the black handles on the white wardrobe closing in on me until they’re about to crush me. Then they move far away, and the room is enormous and I feel so small. Then the handles come back again, and it keeps going until the dream starts.
The dream itself is terrifying. I don’t know why. Nothing happens in it. But I’m terrified while I’m dreaming it.
There’s this tree. It looks dead. Then a buzzard comes and sits on it. It just sits. It doesn’t do anything…
Doctor?… Doctor!… Oh, my God!… He’s dead!