I carried his ashes in a jar made of bone
As crows wheeled overhead, I opened the door to my father’s ghost.
More 12 word novels
People have been asking for more 12 word novel challenges, so here I am making one. For this 12 word novel, you have to make it about a certain tpic that I will tell you about later. They HAVE to be 12 words and you HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT THE TOPIC I GIVE YOU. Ok those are pretty much the guidelines... The topics are: Murder. And seeing a dead loved one. :) Yay happy topics!! ex: Burying her frail body wasn't the hard part. Killing her though, was. This was something that my creative writing teacher told me about. He heard about it from a radio contest. The topics are mine the the main challenge isn't. Let me know if you would like more!! Ok you can begin. . . . NOW!
Challengers
45 entriesThis Cheerful Novel Rhymes
The sun beckoned. He ran out. Land mine. Out for the count.
Growing pains.
It’s a painful feeling. It’s like when I would tell my mom my ribs felt like they were breaking under my skin, to which she would reassure, “growing pains”…
Unlikely Weapon
His name, written in the book. He became victim. Weapon: Death Note.
Grandpa & Me!
I whacked Grandpa over the head with a cudgel. Grandpa passed away.
The Wrong Twin
After I pulled the trigger, I realized I shot the wrong twin.
To kill the gods themselves
I was posed with a choice. Deicide or genocide. I chose wisely.
Caught
I got caught. Impatient. Suggested they hold the funerals all at once.
Day's Work
“You don’t get many red carpets...” “Was beige, but that’s the profession...”
Ha Ha, You're Dead
Revenge is sweet; until you realize you’ve ruined the carpet. Damn bloodstains.
Who Said It Was Easy?
Choking your own mother to death isn’t as difficult as you’d think.
A Prince of Denmark
By my father, disturbed e’en so newly interred Upon my uncle REVENGE!
Take Out
She opened the freezer, saw her aunt. “We’re eating out!” she yelled.
A Bridge
Hold. Stare. Think. Sob. Repeat. Step. Hesitate. Step. Drop. Fall. Smile. Drown.
As She Falls
Tears form as I watch her fall. Smoke pours from the barrel.
Drink of the Devil
Baiting traps Satan laps The blood of souls Gushing from bullet holes.
After the Drive-By (the Sequel)
I told you, cuz, “If you don’t wear red.... you be dead....”
After the Drive-By
Momma said, “Stay away from the Crips.” I shoulda listened to her.
Twelve Word Tragedy
Her filmy lips were cold, even more so than her broken heart.
Russian Roulette
He spun the cylinder hard. Click. My turn. Click. His turn. Bang.