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July is Flash Fiction Month! I’ll be sharing short short stories here through the month of July. Warning for strong language. More notes at the end of the story.
Makeup, lights, Evan in place, let’s do this.
“Yo yo yo, what up squad fam it’s ya boi, Candlefüt and today we are splorin’ this crazy gh-gh-gh-ost town!!”
Perfect spot for airhorn sirens. Can’t wait to see some of the graphics for this.
“Old Goose Meadow was a gold mining town waaaay back in the day.”
Was it gold? Or was it zinc? Don’t remember. Whatever, everyone knows what gold is. The fuck even is zinc?
“There was a huge-ass mine collapse and tons of miners died. The bodies were never brought to the surface, so the mine became their grave.”
Isn’t there more zinc in pennies than copper now? Something like that? Whatever, I’ll look it up later. Here’s the entrance.
“BUT the mining didn’t stop, yo. Me and my team found an open shaft that might even lead us to their mass grave.”
Give them the look, insert boom sound effect here, add some spooky music and effects. Damn, this place is darker than I thought. Who was in charge of setting up the lights? ‘Cause they didn’t do jack shit!
“Okay, I only got my flashlight. I’ll probably lose signal once I’m underground. And I’ll be truly, truly alone. I got a GPS tracker so hopefully if something goes wrong my team can–what was that?”
What the fuck? Evan knows his cue, and this isn’t it. You start slow, then he builds up with the noises and shit, then the big reveal. He’s way too early.
“Ha, ha, nothing at all. Hope it’s not the mine collapsing. Let’s keep going further in and–dude, check this shit out!”
This was not part of the plan, but this is sweet af. Actual miner graffiti? Hellz yeah.
“Someone would’ve gotten in big shit back in the day for saying something like this about the company. So probably he wrote it here to–”
Fuck, fuck, did something just run past me? How? Shit, dude. Calm down, calm down, it’s just Evan.
“Oh damn, the slope’s getting steeper. We’re seeing the last of daylight behind us and damn, the smell, yo, I wish you could smell this. I don’t know what gold smells like, but I don’t think it smells like this. It’s like…bad man. Rancid.”
Team didn’t warn me about this!
Was this a bad idea?
“You hear that? All that echo? Can you imagine how loud it must have been when there were dozens of dudes here, swinging pick axes and shit? And–holy shit!”
Don’t panic, it’s just Evan doing his thing. Only Evan.
“Now we’re into one of the big chambers, where the miners woulda–Did you see that?!”
Just Evan. Don’t let it get to you. Just–
It’s coming towards me. Evan’s supposed to stay off-screen. It’s cool, it’s all
Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
“Evan, bro, don’t–”
THAT ISN’T EVAN HOLY SHIT FUCK I’M ABOUT TO DIE I’M COOKED I’M
Today’s Challenge: Scary Stream!
Element 1: Write a story in stream of consciousness.
Element 2: Make it a horror-genre story.
Overlooked Books 