Sunday, 30 October 2016

Game

by Madeline Mora-Summonte 

Tonight's contest is not for children. It's from a time, a place, best not spoken of. Like Sadie herself.

The adults stare at their names carved into the tree, the marks ragged and hungry, made not by blade but bone. Sadie grins. Her voice creaks as she counts off thirteen, one for each finger.

The players run, hide while the woods whisper, disturbed.

Sadie's black wings unfurl, slashing the dark. The hump of her spine splits open, birthing teeth, tongue.

The survivors will stumble home, shaking, weeping. The rest will have only their bones sent back.

Picked clean, of course.



Author bio: Madeline Mora-Summonte is a writer, a reader, a beach-comber and a tortoise-owner. She is the author of the flash fiction collections, The People We Used to Be and Garden of Lost Souls.

Game is part of 101 Fiction issue 13.

14 comments:

  1. This isn't right. As if the woods are spooky enough at night.

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    1. It's rare that I can go anywhere without my imagination shifting into horror overdrive.

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  2. In true Madeline fashion, chilling. Love it!

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  3. Oooh, Sadie is one scary female!! So creepy!! Great work as always, Madeline. :)

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    1. I no longer ask myself why I enjoy writing those evil female characters as much as I do. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know. :)

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  4. Very creepy! I'm glad I didn't read this right before bed otherwise I might have had a nightmare or two :-)

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    1. It would definitely make for some, um, interesting dreams.

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  5. Nice! I like the part "The hump of her spine splits open, birthing teeth, tongue."

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    1. That image totally creeped me out when I wrote it. Still does. :)

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