The Woods – A Flash Fiction

A Flash Fiction Story: "The Woods"

“It’s a true story.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, it really happened.”
“No, it didn’t you are just making stuff up again, I am going to tell Grandma.”
“Don’t Steve, please don’t she won’t understand!”
“That you made up another one of those crazy stories about the woods behind the field? Come on, I knew you where lying.”
“I am not lying. She, she, just..”
“She, what? Man, spit it out already!”
“She told me not too go close to woods.”
“Of course not, you’ll just get lost in there. It’s dark, that’s all.”
“That’s not all.”
He laughed, as he turned away from a his little brother and toward the dark, thick rows of ominous trees, the thick shrubs between them, making it impossible to see further then a foot, two, at most.
“I’ll show you, that its only dark.”
“No!”
Stepping further into the thickness, Steve’s eyes widening with surprise, and fear.
“I’ll be damn.”, he whispered, just before cold, and dark hands wrapped themselves around his neck.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

 

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14 thoughts on “The Woods – A Flash Fiction

  1. Never venture into the dark woods without a flashlight and a weapon. And always defer to the frightened one, just in case. I’m always interested in dialogue-heavy (or only) flash stories as they are so different from what I normally write or read.

  2. Heh, niiice. Beware, the lurking presence in the deep, dark wood.
    I have a single critique: In the paragraph beginning with “He laughed, as he turned…” use the word ‘than’ for matters of comparison. Save the word ‘then’ for considerations of time.

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