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🖤 CALLING ALL DARK MINDS 🖤
We’re featuring member-written 100-word horror drabbles across our social media every Tuesday evening.
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📌 Post your original 100-word drabble in the comments below.🩸 One will be selected each week and shared on all our platforms—with full credit, of course.
Keep it creepy. Keep it tight.We’re watching. 👁
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With A Guttural Squawk
While I sped too fast over the road, a vulture's squawk screeched into my ears, shaking my motorcycling confidence to my very bones. The same scavenging vulture dove in front of my helmet's visor, which led to my life's end hitting an unseen pothole empty of sand.
Nothing less than a guttural squawk escaped my lips announcing my demise. Yes, my death. I am now nothing more than forced roadkill for those scavengers' evening meal. Those very same vultures swooped down with intent and plucked the tastiest morsels from my decapitated head, as described as my dead, unseeing useless eyes.