What a shame that this isn't the end of October, because this Friday Flash Fiction should be titled, "A Haunting We Will Go."
The very first starter sentence via a blog poll was won by The Baroness and this is it: "There was no respite; the vivid, violent dreams that ruthlessly tormented her slumber had now relentlessly stretched the abyss, to envelop her during her day."
Doc speaks of spirits and temperance.
Randal speaks of a haunted woman.
Mr. MaCrum warns of a specter that surely looms over all of us.
Paul D. Brazill goes noir.
Beach Bum says the past is not what it seems.
Übermilf asks, "what's that smell?"
Doc speaks of spirits and temperance.
Randal speaks of a haunted woman.
Mr. MaCrum warns of a specter that surely looms over all of us.
Paul D. Brazill goes noir.
Beach Bum says the past is not what it seems.
Übermilf asks, "what's that smell?"
