Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.
This picture conjures so many possibilities, the forts we made as teenagers, the horror short we made called “The Shack” about a vengeful ghoul who “lived” in a shack in the woods. We got it on the local TV channel. I did the music and got slaughtered in the film. The hermit of Dagobah comes to mind, but that story’s been told. This is my third try, and I had to cut it in half. Let’s see how it goes.
Brittany wanted to venture off the trail. Vincent looked at the darkening clouds.
“I don’t know, Britt. We should get back.”
“A little rain never hurt anybody.”
Brittany ignored Vincent’s protest and trekked off into the woods. Vincent sighed and followed.
As is Brittany’s luck, when the wind started howling, the rain started pounding, the thunder rippled, and the lightning crackled, they stumbled upon a shack. They ran in. The door slammed behind them.
“That was the wind, right?”
“The door’s stuck.”
If you scream in the woods and no one’s around, does your scream make a sound?