‘Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill.’
Devoid of something useful to fill a few hundred words with this weekend, the 33 words limit seemed attractive.
“Morbid lives entwined.
When ghouls leave behind,
They think they see what may not be.
Darkness looms, where Light should be.
In the growing shadows, perception blinds,
An eerie illusion befriends their mind.”
Quite a task to convey a story in 33 words. Even more so, when one is a zero in verses. Or story telling.
Let’s hope shivers run up a few spines. At least.