Return to the Scene of the Crime

Posted: June 7, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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He pushed open the door to the old shed, now overrun with crawling vines, bursting through every gap in the thin white walls. The desk was engulfed in a swarm of green.

Apart from the wear, it was just as he’d left it. Nobody had found it: not his family, not the police, not some wandering hikers. His sanctum remained secret.

The vines rising up like snakes around him. He stroked them and smiled, looking at the pulsing, writhing mass in the shed corner, surrounded by old bones.

“We begin again,” he whispered. “And this time, they won’t stop us.”

Word Count: 100

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Sarah Potter for providing the prompt photo!

  1. Dale says:


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  2. jwdwrites says:

    Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! Great story full of the promise of mayhem to come. Just a small query, should it read ‘writhing mass’? Loved it though. 🙂

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  3. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover says:

    Yes this definitely gave me a “good and creepy” shudder. Well done.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. granonine says:

    Oh boy, that’s scary!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Michael Wynn says:

    Sinister. You’ve built a great sense of evil ahead

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