In Dark Times
A Story Stack: The Separation Method
September 2 2025
6 words
Silently they waited for a sign
25 words
A black cat appeared on the porch.
“What is the meaning of this?” inquired the leader.
The cat groomed.
“Only one may enter,” he replied.
50 words
As darkness approached the coven gathered by the road.
“It has been days since we last saw her,” stated Bronwyn.
“Maybe she needs our help,” replied Catherine.
A single bat flew from an open window.
“What does this mean?” inquired Catherine.
“An uncertain future. She has fled before us.”
100 words
George Parker peered out the window. “They’re here,” he said, indicating the group of pointed witch hats assembled at the road.
“They’re early!” intoned Martha. “I’m not ready.”
“Bridget’s with them,” George observed.
“Bridget! The nerve,” spat out Martha.
“There will be no fighting with fire tonight,” said George sternly. “No magic one off’s. No flaming competitions.” He looked at Martha. “No warty toad spells.”
“Spoil sport!” Martha shot back with a wicked glare as she stirred her special broth one last time.
Martha opened the door as Bridgit was about to knock. “Enter Bridgit, if you dare,” she barked.
150 words
The watching eyes saw through the immortal haze. As the sun set, spectral images began circling the house. The gathered coven took in the sights much like spectators at a drive in movie.
With a silent signal they stepped into the melee, carefully pushing away the spectres, focusing their intent on the house.
“A word from your mother,” stated one spectre.
“My mother is alive, you fool.” With a wave of Alison’s hand she created a safe circle around the coven.
The grass watering system came to life soaking each witch.
“Ghouls,” said Alison angrily. “Movie tricks do not affect us.”
“Maybe this does,” intoned a deep and dark voice. Lightning flared, the worst of nature's destructive forces hit them at once sending them flailing across the property line to safety.
“Default. Default.” screamed the warning voice.
“”A new plan tomorrow?” said Alison. All nodded as the lights went down.
Nancy
ReplyDeleteI like these stories that build with word counts. Did you ever get dates to run this through the library?
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