This is my second attempt at writing a short story in three sentences. Please to enjoy!
Sadly, I didn’t win. But that’s the breaks, right? Loss of hypothetical glory notwithstanding, the three-sentence fiction concept has continued percolating in my brain these several weeks and brought forth the richness of IDEA: Ima start posting three-sentence short stories here on a semi-regular basis, and y’all can let me know what you think of ’em. It should be great story-telling practice for me (and Grabthar knows I need it), and I hope it’ll be fun for you. Yay! Everybody wins!
Except for the cheetahs. They never prosper.
Of course, I might do this just the one time and then forget that I thought of it. (This might be what “semi-regular basis” really means.) Guess you’ll just have to hide and watch.
So, without further ado or adon’t, here’s my newest three-sentence horror story. Enjoy. (They won’t all be horror, by the way. The first two just happen to be.)
by Courtney Cantrell
When he came to, it was pitch black.
His shaking fingers soon discovered that she’d gouged out his eyes.
But worse, no matter how he screamed, the floor beneath him would not stop writhing.