They had left him.
He knew they would.
A stupid dare.
Now a nightmare.
From the castle ruins he could see the safe lights of home.
Too far. Too late.
Rising from the crumbling well, shadow and flame.
Flickering and coalescing into a monstrous form.
Moving mercilessly towards him.
Piss ran down his legs as he finally began to scream.
So, a special thanks to for his prompt to write a 60 word story about the word Castle : -
Both this and my story for next week (also inspired by one of Miguel’s prompts) are what I would like to think of as the prologue in a larger narrative, one that I actually began over a year ago and thought I would never complete. I will attach the first part of that existing tale to next weeks story and part two will follow after. It brings back a character I first wrote about 35 years ago and who still refuses to leave my imagination. I guess that’s why you should never delete your drafts. It wasn’t until this prompt from Miguel, and the story that followed, that I began to see where the existing one came from, and where it was going.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
This was excellent without the afterword, but with that addition it's even better. Can't wait to read more, Dan.