(12) Blood Tide


(A horror story in 50 words.)

The foam at the water’s edge runs red and pink.

Another odor lingers under salt spray and rotting fish; the ocean air smells of iron.

Shreds of meat still cling to all the bones washing up on the sand.

The deep voice in the distance moans I am still hungry.

You can consider this a sneak preview of the novel I’ll be editing next month for Camp NaNoWriMo.

(Hi, everyone. I committed to doing The Writing Cooperative’s 52-Week Writing Challenge, and my choice is a 50-word horror story every week. This is going to be … challenging, even if I give myself a little leeway on the exact word count. If you enjoyed this, I’ve written longer stuff too.)