Okay. OKAY. I know I said not all of my three-sentence fic would be horror. But I can’t help it! These three-sentence stories just lend themselves so ridiculously well to the genre! Like pumpkins to jack-o’-lanterns. Or cats to patches of sunlight. Or pancreatic juices into duodenums. Duodena. Whatever.
Here’s another three-sentence story. @BenHoward87 inspired it, because he asked for a bedtime story on Twitter the other night.
Yes. A bedtime story. And I came up with horror. Go figure.
Here ya go. Enjoyyyy…. 😉
by Courtney Cantrell
She woke gasping from another nightmare of murder in the shower.
When she rushed into the bathroom to check, she sighed with relief.
The maid had cleaned up the blood again.
*I’ve embellished the story a bit from the ~140-character original.