MMC- #12

I followed Mona, blending in with the shadows. She didn’t know what I protected her from, but she was about to find out. She pulled her bicycle and pushed it out of the garage into the road. I followed her. I dreaded how she would react. The sky was the deepest purple, the color I loved most. I didn’t look twice at it, I kept my eyes on her. She hopped off her bike in the empty lot and dropped it with a clatter. I winced. She walked around the tree, looking up at the tree house. Her long blonde hair shone brightly as the moonlight hit it before hiding behind a cloud. I wished I could hide. That we could all hide. Then Mona climbed the rope ladder and entered the tree house. I waited. Then I followed. She struck a match and lit the candle in the middle of the floor. The light illuminated my fear, what I protected her from. She screamed.



I did the prompt: rope, matches, bicycle


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3 Responses to MMC- #12

  1. That is so chilling! I love it! 😀

  2. Acacia says:

    Your website is great and your writing style is wonderful! Much love. 🙂 xx

  3. Acacia says:

    This is SO good! You’re excellent at descriptive writing. 🙂

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