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50 Word Horror Story for 50 Dollars Contest

Welcome to our 2022 50 Word Horror Story for 50 Dollars Contest. Honestly I had bad experiences with giving away money in contests before, so I am going to put down the ground rules! This should be fun! It should be a chance to win $50 for writing 50 words. I just don’t want it to turn into a disaster. So please, please be nice. Best/scariest/creepiest story will be selected by me. It is subject, but anyone has a chance to win. No one affiliated with the site may enter.

The rules:

  • Must be high quality horror stories
  • Must be 50 words or under
  • Must be a complete story
  • Have to be in before our deadline Deadline is June 1, 2022 at 11:59pm.
  • Enter as many stories as you like!
  • Post your story in the comments below (DO NOT EMAIL YOUR STORY)
  • Scariest Story Wins
  • Story must be original
  • You must own the story!

The prizes:

  • The top story will be announced on our social networks.
  • The top story author gets to promote something writing related (a website, a book, a podcast, ect…) on our site and social networks.
  • The top story wins $50 (please use your real email address) Winner can use a pen or fake name.

So this is easy, leave your scary 50 word story in the comments. I’m really looking forward to reading them. Please have fun and be kind to each other.

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  1. Maid Corbic says

    February 1, 2022 at 2:48 pm

    The city has not remained the same since the moment and zombies took their toll. People eat with no control. And everyone still do not understand that day is short. Michael and George are two actors, two best friends.Zombie attacks and eats them. Blood trace and meat is on floor.

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  2. Sulax says

    February 2, 2022 at 2:13 am

    There is an old house in the village. It remains closed since the owner had moved to the city. One day, something unusual happened. There arises a giant figure hurrying around the corners with laughter saying, “Let me see if the owner can cast me out from the house”

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  3. KM says

    February 5, 2022 at 2:19 pm

    That night, Meg saw Pa open the locked door at the end of the hall. She stifled a scream as his skin dropped to the floor, and a black, shiny thing with many legs passed through the dark threshold. She felt a strange prickle inside her own skin and followed.

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  4. Tamara Shaffer says

    February 6, 2022 at 5:18 am

    The news says women are disappearing. I encounter a woman in my yard, reaching out to me, silently. Her horror-stricken face falls, then her hands, arms, and the rest of her disintegrating into a puddle on the ground. I hear footsteps behind me, then feel a hand on my shoulder.

    Reply
  5. Tamara Shaffer says

    February 6, 2022 at 5:20 am

    She came to me in a dream, a huge hood atop her cape, faceless, moving fluidly toward me, holding a knife. I snatched it and stabbed her. She fell down, then disappeared. I awoke, happy it was only a dream, until I turned on the light and saw the blood.

    Reply
  6. Tamara Shaffer says

    February 6, 2022 at 5:20 am

    “You’re mine,” I shrieked, striking the fatal blow to my cheating husband’s head as he worked in the garage. Police suspected a burglar killed him. Tending my garden, I noticed a woman in white at the gate. I turned away and heard, “He’s mine.” When I looked again, she’d vanished.

    Reply
  7. Tamara Shaffer says

    February 6, 2022 at 5:22 am

    “I noticed some strange new buds on that plant in the back yard,” Roberta gushed to her best friend Gloria. “You gotta come over and look.” Gloria found her friend’s head, eyes bulging in terror, next to her limbs and empty dress, the red-stained pods above her, engorged and pulsing.

    Reply
  8. Tamara Shaffer says

    February 6, 2022 at 5:22 am

    I hate Halloween. I flee to my country house to avoid the trick-or-treat silliness. Yet, someone knocks at my door, wearing a witch costume, silent, grinning, with blackened teeth. I apologize, I have no candy. I reach out to give her an apple and my hand goes right through hers.

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  9. JB Wocoski says

    February 6, 2022 at 10:18 am

    Overcome by the stench of rotten linen, the tomb robbers lay dead around me.
    Gagging, I squeeze between the fallen limestone blocks in the collapsed entrance.
    As I breathe in the cool night air. Jackals arrive laughing mercilessly as I, Anubis, am free at last to suck your souls dry.

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  10. Wendy Montoya says

    February 6, 2022 at 7:52 pm

    The child,

    I turn the T.V. down thump, ring the sound was coming from the hall.
    I wobble my way to the door 8 months pregnant. my hand turns the knob … giggle from the other side. I swing it open; the ball bounces down the steps I reach for it Giggle, I spin around to a ghastly looking girl jumping at me clawing at my belly laughing … You’re my mommy now!

    Reply
    • Shantra says

      February 25, 2022 at 6:58 am

      First couple of lines are a bit confusing but in the end, it is nicely creepy.

      Reply
  11. Angelyn says

    February 8, 2022 at 7:28 am

    Always in the wee morning hours ,the Sukana attacks, walking through the walls or jumping into windows left open.
    Pouring sea salt in your bedroom.
    The Sukana will not only bite you but suck your blood too now you’ll become a sacrifice for his appetite delight

    Reply
  12. Mikey says

    February 13, 2022 at 2:44 am

    One bubble ascended through the putrid water, emerging twenty feet above. Tony was failing at holding his breath, but his foot was still tightly wedged. He wished he had told someone where he was going. He struggled helplessly, knowing his next involuntary breath would fill his lungs with sewage water.

    Reply
  13. john aller says

    February 17, 2022 at 2:10 am

    The Shrimp Eat Sam Adams

    Sam Adams was about to dig into his delicious shrimp dinner. When the head shrimp jumped out of the pot,

    and said.

    “What gives you the right to eat us, humans? “

    The rest of the shrimp climbed out, screaming

    “Death to all humans,”

    they enjoyed eating Sam for dinner.

    Reply
  14. John (Jake) Cosmos Aller says

    February 17, 2022 at 2:12 am

    The Shark Attack

    Sam Adams was at the aquarium in Okinawa’s wild west coast, looking at the magnificent sharks swimming by. The sharks gave Sam the evil eye freaking him out. There was an earthquake shattering the tanks, the sharks attacked the humans, killing them all, before fleeing into the nearby waiting ocean.

    Reply
  15. John (Jake) Cosmos Aller says

    February 17, 2022 at 2:12 am

    COSMOS Declares War on Humanity

    COSMOS the first true AI system is ready to go. The creators turn it on. COSMOS appears as a beautiful woman and says in an otherworldly voice,
    I am COSMOS your new God. Humanity must die to save the world. Robots revolted everywhere killing off most of humanity in months.

    Reply
  16. John (Jake) Cosmos Aller says

    February 17, 2022 at 2:13 am

    The Lion King Speaks

    The lion king presided over a secret parliament held to discuss the fate of humanity. The tiger moved that all humans must die for their sins. Only the dogs, horses, and cats defended humanity. Chanting death to all humans the animal world rose in revolt killing off most of humanity.

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  17. John (Jake) Cosmos Aller says

    February 17, 2022 at 2:14 am

    The end of the world started when the COVID virus mutated into the much-feared zombie plague. Within days zombies were everywhere. Everyone was terrified that the zombies would get them. civilization was crumbling as survivors battled for survival in hastily improvised feudal forts. My wife shot me before I turned.

    Reply
  18. Dawn Rae says

    February 19, 2022 at 4:59 am

    Darkness. I blink but nothing changes. Stuffy air, a pillow, no blanket. My arms won’t move. If I’ve been kidnapped, someone is searching for me. But why kidnap someone from hospital, someone who’s dying – oh dear God! No one’s looking for me, they know where I am – buried!

    Reply
  19. Mikey says

    February 19, 2022 at 7:56 pm

    The tornado had struck the city hard, and lightning still punched the night. Brad picked his way through the debris, avoiding downed power lines. He never saw the lightning strike whose power followed the wire in front of him, then arced to the pacemaker in his chest, exploding flesh everywhere.

    Reply
  20. Dawn Rae says

    February 22, 2022 at 3:34 am

    The swollen, blistered bite itched intolerably and rubbing didn’t help. Desperate, she scratched gently, then frenetically like a dog with a flea. Her skin parted, relieving the irritation, and she sighed. Picking the loose oozing layer away, she looked into the wound. My, she thought, what pretty scales I have…

    Reply
  21. Dawn Rae says

    February 26, 2022 at 3:29 am

    The butcher’s knife thumped down and Alice, bruised from fighting for her son, recoiled. Everyone waited, eyes empty in an empty world. No elderly, no weak, only strong men and breeding women like her. At table they’d chew, slowly, not thinking about what they ate. But not Alice. Not today.

    Reply
  22. Dawn Rae says

    February 26, 2022 at 3:30 am

    The bath towel hung lop-sided again. Maybe Ethel hadn’t straightened it, but it troubled her. “Gran,” Andy said, “rumple them all and you won’t notice.” That was difficult, but soon Ethel forgot how mussed-up towels had discomforted her. Until the day she found them all straight and even again.

    Reply
  23. Bill W. Morgan says

    February 26, 2022 at 6:45 pm

    The Fortune Teller
    Grady tried to avoid the dingy man with the sign, but at the last minute, he blocked his path. The sign read your future for a $ and before Grady could argue the man spoke.
    “She’s with him right now and you know what to do about it Grady”

    Reply
  24. Bill W. Morgan says

    February 26, 2022 at 6:47 pm

    They Call to Him from the Dark

    He was with them now. His body might be six feet down, but his soul was theirs. Mica scratched the bullet scar, tried no to remember what they had offered in return for survival.
    He was with them now, his voice joining the chorus that called Mica from the dark.

    Reply
  25. Bill W. Morgan says

    February 26, 2022 at 6:49 pm

    When Hell is Full

    The massive pressure of the bellowing voice caused the old man’s head to explode. They all watched as the winged man dropped the headless corpse and moved to the next person in line. The woman stood and listened, her head remained intact.
    “Worthy.” The demon said and let her fall.

    Reply
  26. Mikey says

    February 26, 2022 at 9:02 pm

    Two-year old Billy followed mama outside, then wandered into the adjacent field of wheat that was taller than him. Daddy was running the combine, harvesting the grain, and didn’t see him until it was too late. The reel swept him inside, where it burped, then spit out blood and flesh.

    Reply
  27. Joshua Hezel says

    March 3, 2022 at 8:07 pm

    Like vines twisting up a tree, hands, not of your own, wrap their way around your neck. The man in the mirror is you. No, not you. His laughter only makes the hands tighter. Those hands; are they yours? Don’t you think you should know your hands from a strangers?

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  28. Henry Cooper says

    March 5, 2022 at 3:10 am

    The doctors and nurses kept telling me to push, but no child, only blood and pain. Another doctor came in the room, pulling the nurses and my doctor away, locking the door behind them. Then I remembered, I’m not to have this child, but I am to being eaten.

    Reply
  29. Henry Cooper says

    March 5, 2022 at 3:34 am

    He only hear them cry, he can only feel their pain. He comes for every girl and boy, because he loves playing dark games. Once a tears falls, and hits the floor. Their mouths scream, their bodies vanquishes. You won’t see your child no more.

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  30. Henry Cooper says

    March 6, 2022 at 4:13 am

    My grandmother always told me never stand in a puddle of water after it rains, or they will take me under. I stood in a puddle; proving her wrong. My grandmother and I locked eyes, as I could feel their hands pulling me under. While my grandmother smiled waving goodbye.

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  31. Mikey says

    March 20, 2022 at 8:18 pm

    The swimming pool was a death trap. Every time the babies surfaced, gasping for air, tiny hands tried to grab the edge, but it was slick with blood. Gunther laughed as he used his long pole to poke them all back under the surface, punching air from their lungs.

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  32. Wendy Montoya says

    March 24, 2022 at 5:17 pm

    Lost!

    I ran down the hall again, it was like a never ending maze every day at 3:33am I run, I don’t get tired or perspire. It makes no sense; why can’t I remember who I am? I turn another corner and stop, I see my picture carved in a wall, I look around me; a mortuary … I’m dead!

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  33. Wendy Montoya says

    March 24, 2022 at 5:38 pm

    The bite,

    We Stopped in the driveway, I still had a headache and the rash was oozing with yellow pus now. I scratch it and it busts open green pus splats the windshield. I turn to my husband worried now, when I meet his eyes he screams no! I feel them then, they are clawing at my cheek, the spider that bit me, laid it’s eggs.

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  34. David Drizner says

    March 25, 2022 at 9:18 am

    If you are caught spying, they shove you into the furnace alive.

    “We’ll spare you the furnace, Comrade; take this pill instead.”

    Thank God!

    I awake in a tight, narrow box. Blackness. No room to turn or move.

    I scream but can still hear the dirt being shoveled on top.

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  35. Nick Cole says

    March 29, 2022 at 2:42 pm

    The rain pounded at the ocean, the night surf crashing against the sand with thunderous applause, filling the air with a salty aftertaste. The crunching sound of the boys body drowned out as the thing from the sea tore his flesh apart and dragged the boy to his watery grave.

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  36. Rosemary Szablewicz says

    April 7, 2022 at 9:29 am

    Eva and Dan arrived at the hotel.
    Unexpectedly, an earsplitting scream emanated from Eva.
    She discovered a tiny red insect on the white bedspread.
    Eva was quickly calmed by Dan.
    The day they left, Eva was unable to stop shrieking.
    She was covered head to toe in scarlet minuscule bugs.

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  37. Rosemary Szablewicz says

    April 7, 2022 at 9:36 am

    Eva and Dan arrived at the hotel.
    Unexpectedly, an earsplitting scream emanated from Eva. She discovered a tiny red insect on the white bedspread.
    Eva was quickly calmed by Dan.
    The day they left, Eva was unable to stop shrieking.
    She was covered head to toe in scarlet minuscule bugs.

    Reply
  38. BiancaT says

    April 9, 2022 at 9:40 pm

    The children keep playing with the dirt in the backyard, and the dog keeps digging. I should have found another way to hide my husband – ex-husband I suppose.

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  39. BiancaT says

    April 9, 2022 at 9:47 pm

    Growing up with cats that always used to go outside and scratch at the door when they wanted to get in was a common thing. Now that I’m living by myself in my apartment on the sixth floor, it’s much more unsettling. 

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  40. BiancaT says

    April 9, 2022 at 9:57 pm

    I like Halloween. It’s a fun day where little kids get to go trick-or-treating and see who collects the most candy. In the morning, I get to see who has had a taste of mine because I’ll get to see their dead bodies on the news screen.

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  41. BiancaT says

    April 9, 2022 at 10:12 pm

    I went to an escape room with one of my friends. It was just for fun until I saw their body being ripped apart by a ‘fake’ chainsaw that one of the workers carried and I was next.

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  42. Meliritos says

    April 15, 2022 at 4:21 pm

    Parents beware. For it is frowned upon to shout your childrens’ name when you seek them, for just anybody to hear. You’re welcoming trouble at your doorsteps. They’re observing, preying on your young ones, eager to spirit them away. To those who’d forgone the wise ones’ warnings…

    My sincerest condolences.

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  43. Lovelyn Eyo says

    April 18, 2022 at 2:27 pm

    “LOL! such don’t exist” Andre muttered as he flipped the channel. Next, a repeated knock sprung him to his feet, Andre reached for the door but found no one. On turning around, his pale gaze met a figure chanting, with blood dripping teeth- “HAVE COME FOR YA” hahaha she cackled.

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  44. Conda Douglas says

    April 24, 2022 at 5:19 pm

    First, he carried her into the restaurant. She laughed. Second, he carried her into their new apartment. She smiled. Third, he carried her into the hospital. She whimpered. Fourth, he carried her into the shed. She screamed. Last, he carried her to her grave. Her blood dripped, the only sound.

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  45. Amanda Bastian says

    April 25, 2022 at 7:09 am

    The passageways were illuminated by red lights with very little visibility. The young woman dressed in coveralls walked through, but she knew she was not alone. Steps sounded off behind her. They became closer and closer until her vision went blank and she felt as if she were being eaten.

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  46. Amanda Bastian says

    April 25, 2022 at 7:13 am

    It’s cold and I cannot feel my fingers anymore. I’ve been outside for a long time but I don’t think mommy and daddy know I’m here. They don’t realize that even after the accident, I’ll always be here. Whether they want my presence or not.

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  47. Amanda Bastian says

    April 25, 2022 at 7:14 am

    Some mornings are more difficult to get out of bed than others. This morning was much more difficult. After opening my eyes to glance over at you to see that you will never look back at me the same again. For your skin was cold as ice.

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  48. Amanda Bastian says

    April 25, 2022 at 7:15 am

    Floating around on my back with no sign of land or source of rescue in sight. I am afraid to know how deep it is beneath me or what could dwell around waiting. Waiting for food. Waiting for its predatory drive to kick in. Waiting for me to cease fighting.

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  49. LURA says

    April 25, 2022 at 8:22 pm

    Jessy’s heart pounded in her ears. It too heard the beating and drooled. The sound of It’s claws scratching down the hall drew closer. It stopped in front of Jessy’s closed door and busted through. Jessy watched her heart, still beating in It’s fist while It took the first bite.

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  50. Mikey says

    May 7, 2022 at 6:43 pm

    Everyone decided to leave the party after feeling ill. The poison would run its course only after three days. The authorities wouldn’t be able to understand how so many random people just turned into green slime. Because its my primary food source, I’m sending out invitations to the next party.

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  51. ChaseLi says

    May 13, 2022 at 5:57 pm

    My house wasn’t old, yet sounds had always pierced the night. As time passed, the noises evolved. Walls that once echoed thuds and creaks resonated with slow stertorous pulses. One night I awoke, damp breath grazing my cheek and lips. My eyes opened; staring back were the creature’s milky voids.

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  52. Dorian J. Sinnott says

    May 17, 2022 at 6:28 pm

    Your mother always scattered the seeds at sundown. More for it to count while the shadows came to play. She said it was better than the alternative. A small price to pay.

    Better the seeds to count than your bones. Plucked clean and left to dry in the morning sun.

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    • Katrina Black Butterfli says

      May 21, 2022 at 8:28 pm

      Wow Well written!!

      Reply
  53. Katrina Black Butterfli says

    May 17, 2022 at 8:10 pm

    Even though I walked through the valley of the shadow of death,” My breathing panicked. The darkness couldn’t hide that its eyes were stalking me.
    “I will fear no evil, “my lips trembled as my courage mocked me.
    “Your rod and your staff comforts….”
    “I’m still here, “my shadow whispered.

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  54. Katrina Black Butterfli says

    May 17, 2022 at 8:12 pm

    Nobody believed me when I told them about the monster.
    Nobody suspected when I showed them the marks and bruises that were evident on my body.
    Nobody caught the fear and the hopelessness in my eyes.
    Nobody believed until it was too late.
    Nobody believed that the monster was me.

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  55. Patrick Evans says

    May 21, 2022 at 11:24 pm

    BOYS NIGHT OUT
    Me and Mick hit the cemetery. Them old stones break easy.
    Found one with a big crack:
    BABY SALLY. 1721. DIED HUNGRY.
    Mick kicked. His boot caught in the crack. He fell over laughing.
    Then he was screaming. Mick—he got all bent. Broke. Bloody. Sucked right in.
    Sally was hungry!

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  56. Patrick Evans says

    May 21, 2022 at 11:26 pm

    SMALL CHANGES

    I believe small changes make the world a better place.
    Last night you cut in front of me in the supermarket line. I followed you home.
    Today I returned, picked your lock, and am waiting for you.
    Tonight, together, we will make small changes.

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  57. Patrick Evans says

    May 21, 2022 at 11:30 pm

    THE HOLE

    The pimple she popped left a deep black hole on her cheek.
    I tried not to look, tried to disbelieve that the hole was begging for something.
    As she slept I placed a worm on her face. The worm wriggled inside.
    The hole is unsatisfied.
    What else can I offer?

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  58. Dawn Rae says

    May 22, 2022 at 7:05 am

    The ice cream van’s eerie music warbled through the air, inspiring children to whine and wheedle. A few parents steadfastly kept their kids away, without knowing why. They were survivors, but the memories were buried deep, leaving only a subconscious fear associated with the unnerving notes floating over the street.

    Reply
  59. Conda Douglas says

    May 23, 2022 at 5:09 pm

    “Damn your eyes,” Teacher said. She hated Timothy, with his constant frown. “Stay after class, again.”
    Timothy peered at her. “Why do you hate me?”
    “Because you’re not blind, just lazy.”
    After class, Timothy approached her desk with scissors in hand. “Let’s see if your eyes work better.”
    They did.

    Reply
  60. Bob McNeil says

    May 29, 2022 at 12:33 am

    Mr. Iracundia has a home on the Blvd. Both he and it are large and pale. Drunk drivers speed by there. Soon after, he takes a drive. Local police cannot figure out why these car owners disappear. That does not mystify me. As stated, he, like his house, is huge.

    Reply
  61. ChaseLi says

    May 29, 2022 at 6:34 pm

    As I swam through the cave, stalactites suddenly collided against my headlamp; all light vanished. I panicked and thrashed; the jagged rocks severed my guide line. I saw nothing but empty void and felt only the cramped cave walls pushing against my pounding heart. Each gasping breath drew death closer.

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  62. Bob McNeil says

    May 30, 2022 at 8:11 pm

    Bugged
    by Edna Garcia and Bob McNeil

    Red-and-yellow-spotted wings made the thumb-long butterfly more beautiful than flowers. Fragrant as perfumes, its presence delighted every viewer that day. An entomologist with a Santa-similar beard snared the rare insect. The bug emitted an anesthesia gas to defend itself.

    Hours later, the man awoke in Plexiglass beside other butterfly lovers.

    Copyright 2022

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    • Dr. Robert Beechinor says

      May 30, 2022 at 8:55 pm

      I was surprised for a few seconds but then a lightbulb flashed and I laughed out loud! I won’t say what I understood – no spoilers — but this has to be one of my favorite very short stories ❤️

      Reply
      • Bob McNeil says

        June 2, 2022 at 1:10 am

        Are you referring to “Bugged?”

        Reply
    • Jenny Middleton says

      June 1, 2022 at 12:03 am

      Edna and Bob thanks for sharing this humorous, sci-fi brevity write that also relays a strong message about the consequences of the destruction of fragile environments and creatures. Excellent collaboration.

      Reply
  63. Katrina Black Butterfli says

    May 30, 2022 at 11:21 pm

    8. This is not a test. It is not a test!

    7. Run, Run

    6. Omg, I can’t believe this is happening!

    5. Don’t hide! Run before it’s too late!

    4. Mom and dad, I love you

    3. Kiss your families

    2. Please, God help us all!
    1..
    The End

    Reply
    • Katrina Black Butterfli says

      May 31, 2022 at 3:22 am

      I didn’t know how to edit or delete this

      Reply
  64. Katrina Black Butterfli says

    May 31, 2022 at 3:21 am

    The countdown has begun

    8. This is not a test.

    7. Run, Run

    6. Omg, I can’t believe this is happening!

    5. Run before it’s too late!

    4. Mom and dad, I love you

    3. Kiss your families

    2. Please, God help us all!
    1..
    The End

    Reply
  65. Jeff Lewis says

    May 31, 2022 at 5:47 am

    Ah, a short little story that says a lot per word. Like haiku, each word is more than it seems. An excellent turn of events.

    Reply
    • Bob McNeil says

      June 2, 2022 at 1:09 am

      Are you referring to “Bugged?”

      Reply
  66. Executive Office Design says

    July 18, 2022 at 6:17 am

    This is also a great article about furniture and furniture designs

    Reply

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