(34) Your Real Friends

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(A horror story in 50 words.)

One night at a party, I meet a man with no head. His severed head sits in his lap, bleeding.

Everyone should lose their heads, he says. You know who your friends are.

When I wake up from the nightmare, his headless shape looms over my bed.

Friend, it moans.


(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. I can’t believe I’m more than halfway through the challenge! Please leave some applause if you enjoyed it. And if you liked this, I’ve written longer stuff too.)