The Darkroom: Keep Out

The Darkroom: Keep Out
October 8, 2015 8 Comments The Darkroom, Writing Prompts Tara R

Welcome to the Darkroom where we open our photo album to you to help spark your creativity. Each week we offer a new photo, but the story is yours to write.

The Rules, because there are always rules:

1. The photo is here to spark your imagination. Use it as the landscape for your story, to remind you of a moment in your past, or the punch line to a joke. Use the photo as inspiration in anyway you want.
2. Your submission can be fiction or nonfiction, memoir, poetry, dark or humor – your pick.
3. Please no adult content, no racial or political posts. Also, where applicable, please include a trigger warning introduction.
4. Keep your word count between 700-1000. (Don’t worry if you go over, or under, we won’t count.)
5. Link to your submission’ s post URL in comments. If you don’t have a blog, you can add your entry to the comments below.
6. Link to this page’s URL in your post.
7. Limit one entry per person.
8. Submission deadline is Wednesday, midnight CST (Thursday, 5 a.m. GMT)

This week’s prompt:

chain link fence keep out sign

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Tara R Tara Roberts (pronounced Tar-ah and with a southern drawl) lives and plays on the Florida Gulf Coast. A former print news and online media reporter, she now spends her days roaming the woods and beaches of the Panhandle talking to herself, penning eclectic fiction, and taking photographs. She can be found most days at “Thin spiral notebook” trying to quiet the voices in her head.
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    Tara R.

    Thanks for joining in the fun, Tessa.

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      Tessa

      Thank you Tara!

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    Stephanie Ayers

    “But there’s nothing there!” Analise stood reading the sign on the fence. Beyond the chain links, green vegetation ran for miles. Her fingers slid around the steel as she stuck her face against the face. “I don’t even see any indication there was ever a house here, Fred.”

    Fred laughed. Analise may have a disapproving tone, but he knew the truth. “Of course you can’t! I told you, they leveled it and buried it because of the curse!”

    Analise cast a side-eye glance at Fred. A master creator of fables, she never really knew when he told the truth and what he made up. This sounded unlikely, but she watched those TLC shows when her mom wasn’t around. She knew paranormal activity happened. Whether it happened in their two street town or not was the biggest question.

    “Hmm. I don’t believe you,” she said, trying to sound wise unsuccessfully. “Nothing exciting ever happened in this town. My dad owns the library. He’s seen every record there is!”

    “Do you really think they would put something like this in the history books? As much as everyone here enjoy stheir peace and quiet, you really think they want the media and tourists stomping through? You really think anyone wants to be liable for what might happen to anyone who does enter?” A mischievous smile brightened his face. “You know there are idiots who would venture past the sign.”

    She squinted a half eye at him as she let his words rattle around in her head. “I don’t know. Still sounds like one of your fantasies.”

    A twig snapped on the wrong side of the fence. Heavy feet crunched the fallen leaves no one bothered to clean up. Analise’s jaw dropped and cold fingers slid up her spine.

    “What was that?”

    Fred’s eyes were wide open and his face turned ashen. She slugged him in the shoulder.

    “You liar! You were just making it up!”

    “No, not entirely. I never thought it was true. But–”

    The crunch of leaves made him pause. His eyes rounded impossibly wide, and he pawed out for Analise.

    “We-we-we should go!”

    Analise stuck her face back into the fence. “There’s nothing there, Fred. Stop trying to scare me.”

    When Fred didn’t answer, she turned. He stepped backwards with fright frozen on his face.His mouth moved, but nothing came out.

    Analize started to laugh until she realized what he saw. The yellow rope tied around the gate squirmed. It slithered across the chain links effortlessly. Before she could get her mouth open wide enough to release the scream, it had wrapped itself around her and trapped the scream within her forever.

    The sheriff pulled Fred aside. “Tell me what happened, son.”

    “Dad, I warned her. I warned her that it was a bad place. She stuck her face to the fence before I could tell her not to and released the snake.”

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    Tara R.

    *Shudder* and I like snakes! That was very creepy. You built the twist ending so very well.

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