Ten Little WordsA Story by M.E.LyleWritten for a ten word contest.Ten Little Words
A necklace made of pumpkin seed? How odd, I thought. But, then again, it was Halloween, a time for all sorts of oddness. It had never been my ambition to dress up for Halloween. I don't know why, but I never felt the need to put on some silly costume in an to attempt to scare the bejesus out of some small child. Think of all the nightmares you might be responsible for, and besides, my brother already tells me I'm a freak show waiting to happen. Why give him anymore ammo to work with. He and his gang of hoodlums were in the back room discussing all the mischievous things they were planning on doing this year. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, but my lack of common sense held me there like glue on a fly trap. It wasn't until my baby sister arrived on the scene screaming, "Ellen, Ellen, you have to come quick, everybody is here wanting candy." I walked to the door and was greeted there by ghost, goblins, and what I think was a swarm of honey bees. But I think the kid that really took the cake was the one dressed in the Killer Mushroom costume. A mushroom, really? How scary could a mushroom be? Apparently plenty scary because it bent over and ate the neighbor child, head, arms, knees, feet, and all. Then it let out a hearty burp, and licked its lips. A mushroom with lips? Hmm, something didn't seem right here. Children scattered for their lives, yelling and screaming, "Killer Mushroom, Killer Mushroom!!!" I slammed the door, looked around, and realized, I had used up all of my ten little words and could continue no further. The mystery of the Killer Mushroom lingers to this very day.
The Necklace Pumpkin Ambition Eavesdrop Lack Common Glue Abandon Swarm Mushroom Truth
The Very End
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2 Reviews Added on June 18, 2016 Last Updated on June 19, 2016 AuthorM.E.LyleWills Point, TXAboutSo now I am 34 plus 40. Use the old math...it's easier. I'm an old guy who writes silly stories containing much too much dialogue. I can't help it, I just get stuck. I ride my bike trainer, our r.. more..Writing
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