The words this week are:
Cradle, Perfect, and Snare.
Here's mine:
VOODOO DOLL
"Oh, what a perfect day!" she exclaimed, opening the bedroom curtains. She rocked the cradle so violently that even the voodoo doll screamed. Picking it up, she stuffed its head between the springs under the snare drum.
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Ouch!!!Like this one
ReplyDeletewhat a thing to do ! bah !! a different write :)
ReplyDeleteThat will have got the beat going. I can hear the drums :-)
ReplyDeleteAndy, this fairly drips clever. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteAndy, this went in a completely different direction and I, for one, really like your use of the words.
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff!
Oooh, while I've been loving all the poetry responses that I've been reading, it's nice to see some flash fiction. I love the image of the voodoo doll screaming. Well done. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL! Ouch?? Great writing!
ReplyDeletehysterical- "so hard even the voodoo doll screamed" Your character is an odd one delivering torture.
ReplyDeleteI woke up with a sore head...that damn doll!
ReplyDeleteLove it. Nice little snippet of a strange reality. It reminds me of the movie "Coraline".
ReplyDeleteA demented little nursery tale! Nice one, Andy!
ReplyDeleteI am just stumbling about. But I have now been caught by this interesting writing bug of Flash Fiction. I may have to give this a try.
ReplyDeleteInteresting stuff.
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Yikes! Great VooDoo doll piece!
ReplyDelete(Andy above comment is from "gel")
ReplyDeleteLove the voodoo doll one! That is great.
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