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Starting today, one drabble will be chosen every Monday morning to haunt the feeds of Dark Holme.
Want to be featured? Here’s how to slip your words into the dark:
📜 The Rules:
– Your story must be exactly 100 words
— no more, no less.
– Post it right here in the group.
Upon the weeping coastline,
Where the whale-song fades away,
I left my heart, half-torn apart,
In the ebbing of the bay.
And the bleeding of the shallows,
The seething lighthouse beam,
A warning to the furious...
Puss in Boots went to town
For t’was the Day to Vote
But sadly the Tories won
So he built a pea green boat
With the lovely owl he went to sea...
Alice had an imaginary friend
Of whom she'd often think
She'd take her friend to the pub
Both of them would drink.
Alice would get shit faced
Her friend would be much worse
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The Alcove
Sarah peeled back the plasterboard from the wall that had called to her since childhood. This was her mother’s house — her house now — and the oddly-shaped alcove in the master bedroom would be uncovered, birthing its treasure.
Jewels? Pirate riches? The inheritance of some long-lost aristocracy? When Sarah saw the glimpse of a wooden box beneath, her excitement grew. All those childlike imaginings chasing her through the bedroom like mother had.
Yet the wooden box wasn’t a chest. It offered no riches. Just a cold clarification of her girlish emptiness, wrapped in the broken promise of a tiny wooden casket.