This is an old Finish the Story ending, that I did not, in fact, finish. But then I refound it and now I have! The beginning is an atmospheric and creepy piece called Horror Vacui by @f3nix. Image by Eak

My entry for @bananafish's Finish the Story Contest. This isn't like last week - it's not a happy ending at all! Image by Burak K. by @dirge "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Mike

I envy that velvet lining, with its blood-colored fur and its neat little zipper. A creature—a small, soft creature—can choose to zip it all the way up and nestle inside, hidden from the outer world. Or

This is my last minute entry for @bananafish's Finish the Story Contest, although it’s way too long and even now it feels like a sketch of a story still. Oh well! Image by skeeze. by @zeldacroft “Carl,

My entry for @bananafish's Finish the Story Contest. I wish I had more room for Anton’s father’s disillusionment, his hatred for the place, the impossibility of escape, and the small contentments Anton

The room was quiet except for a faint sloshing sound. Better not tell you now Another shake, this time longer. Outlook not so good One more swish of liquid and a muttered, “Come on.” It is decidedly so

This is the end of a short freewrite series about the hunt for a goose. The previous entry is Posted and it starts with Shiny Pirate Beads. Kayla arrived home to a driveway full of cars and several of

As Esau fell, he waited for his life to flash before his eyes. At first there had been no rational thought, only the dreadful feel of uncontrolled velocity, his involuntary shrieking and grabbing for anything

The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered by swirling autumn leaves. Alastair’s eyes scanned the people nearby and swiftly settled on a likely candidate, a youthful woman with her hair arrayed in

While Marcella went to get the eggs, Kayla carefully lifted the pool. Goldie the goose was sitting calmly, carefully picking out the corn from her less favored grains. She let out a few complaining honks

This story is for @bananafish's 57th Finish the Story Contest. Image by TheDigitalArtist. @brisby's Start Shiro paid the street vendor for his lemonade, unfazed by her curious glances to the glove on his

Remember the last hardfork? Good times. Anyway while that was going down and I was bored and couldn't post, it turned out that I could monkey around with the Steem API and practice some python so I did

Kayla was just beginning to worry about the time when the trap went off. She’d been watching from the woods since the morning and it was late afternoon now. Marcella and her children were playing on a

The man who had stalked him must be insane. There was no possible reason for anyone to stalk him. Of all the boring, middle-aged men you could pick out of the phonebook, he had to be one of the least likely

It was always the ones you least expected. If any of the families in the newly built neighborhood had discovered Goldie or her eggs and were keeping it quiet, Kayla would’ve put her money on almost anyone

Their relief at seeing it standing was palpable. The last place on earth as far as they knew. “Makes you think maybe there is a God,” he said. She looked at the rubble and corpses as they drove by and

“I don’t think we should pop the champagne just yet,” said Marcella. A soft smile crept over Leo’s lips and he shook his head gently. “Relax, no-one’s celebrating anything yet,” he said. Her husband’s

He'd had a bad day and just needed something to make him feel better. That was the only reason he'd gone into the woods in the first place. He’d figured he’d take a nice walk, do something healthier than

As Kayla walked from her car to the front door, she pushed aside a cracked and dirty toy lawnmower. Moving it uncovered a thin, jagged piece of wood with two nails poking out. “Oh for heaven’s sake…,”

@dirge's Start The air was sticky and they’d been drinking for hours. It was late into the evening of the going away party for Ron and Jenni. They’d been good friends to Sean when he first arrived, but