At The End Of The Day

All his friends were there. They would always be there. Watching. Forever watching. They watched as he fell into a pit of despair. They watched as he celebrated years in a single day. They watched as he plunged the knife deep into his chest, and when he took his last breath.

This 275-character tale was written for Twittering Tales # 106



Mrs. Harris thought having a class bingo game that they could take home over the weekend and play with their family would be great Halloween fun.

“Now class,” she said while handing out the cards, “I want you to bring the items you find back to class with you on Monday, or a picture will do if they are too much to bring in.”

The students were excited until they saw the cards. Confused looks filled the room but the bell rang and Mrs. Harris was too busy grabbing her purse and car keys to notice.

Monday morning arrived and she was excited to see all the things the students found. “Bring your BINGO findings up to the front of the room and put them on the table.”

Mrs. Harris became confused as twenty-six students walked up to the front of the class, took off their left shoe, and set it on the table. That was the last time she printed something off the Internet without really looking at it first.



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The Full Moon

“Ah, come on, Mom! I’m almost ten! Everyone else is going!”

Grace sighed and looked to Ed for support but she knew she would not find any. It was true that Gregory was almost ten. And it was true that many of the other young boys of the village would be there, but she wasn’t ready for him to grow up.

“You can’t keep him a little boy forever,” Ed said in his son’s defense. “I went when I was his age.”

“And look how you turned out!” She looked at her husband’s scruffy hair and yellowed teeth.

“Fine, so I’m not the best example, but …”

She sighed as she looked outside at the darkening sky. It was no use. Ed was right. She couldn’t keep Gregory her little boy forever. She had to admit that the full moon parties she went to at his age were fun too.

“Fine. You can go. Just be back before dawn.”

Gregory jumped up, pecked her on the cheek, and ran for the door. “Thanks mom,” he shouted on his way out.

Grace wiped a small tear off her face as she watched her little werewolf run down the street to meet his friends. You can’t keep them pups forever…that’s for sure.