You hear voices. Whispered, slithering words that climb over each other as they crawl across dirt and dead grass to get to you.
You can’t remember the last time you heard a human voice, but you know these aren’t human. These are the sounds of the dead, buried under your field. Fertilizing the seeds you planted last year.
They live inside your gut and your mind. They are your sanity and your madness.
Can you hear what they say? Survive, they whisper. Survive.
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Postcard Stories Podcast – An Author Reading.
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2 Replies to “Survive”
This would be a great bit in a longer novelette??? I like, just wanted more!
You never know, maybe there is a longer post-apocalyptic story in there somewhere. Now if I could just find some spare time to write it! Thanks for reading my short-short bits, Michelle!
Word of the Year-2025
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Hinterland is Real
They say seeing is believing. I didn’t know what that meant until that night. I was coming home late, later than I should, and I knew I was going to catch heck. Momma didn’t even pretend to be patient when me or my sister wasn’t home in time for dinner.
Deadly Mist
The mist crept closer, slithering across the boot prints she left behind on the soft, moist ground. She urged her legs to go faster over the uneven path. A leafless tree grabbed at the flying strands of her long silver hair as she ran past. They hung like shiny tinsel