TcFarrand
Tiaek
The raindrop fell onto the ground with a loud splash and ricocheted particles onto the blades of grass nearby. The particles slowly made their way down the blades, and a small drop landed on Tiaek’s head. She looked up and wished the rain would stop. She’d been sitting here for a good while, just waiting for it to stop. She wanted to continue her adventure.
Maggots Breath
They left her for dead in the forgotten forest. Her body was mangled from the rapist of a few nights ago. The blood from her injuries already hardened and crust over. Her body showed that there was nothing left to live for, and moving a toe was impossible.
Moonlite Herb
The cool sea breeze gently brushed her hair from her face as she stood on the edge of the cliff. There has to be more to life than gathering herbs and building fences. The roar of the ocean slashed its anger down on the sharp bed of rocks below the cliff. This was her special spot where she could come to feel some resemblance of peace.
Drip
A drop of blood fell into the sink, and a small salty tear rolled behind it. It was happening again, and the blood was just as dark as the first time. Rolled up tissues covered the bathroom sink with snot, blood, and tears. This isn’t the way things should be.
PathFinder Shorts With Real People Engagements
These creative pathfinder shorts are designed to grab attention, and allow the readers to have a “say so” in the alterations of the story. They are posted on social media to get the responses as the story progresses. Each story is in different segments and has different points of interaction with the readers. Below is the fleshed-out version of “The Splatter”
Desert House
The wind blew across the open plains. The tumbleweeds were all dried up and they bounced over the sagebrush, dancing with the wind. It was late in August, and the sun only showed its face through the clouds once during the day. Well, that we knew of at least. Each day was a little darker than the last, and the clouds developed a look of anger. The wind picked up speed, causing the desert land to fill with dust storms and minuscule tornadoes.
Bessimee
It was that time again. The time where all was quiet except for the chirping of the crickets near the pond. The stars were out glistening down on the ripples of the pond from where the frogs had exited out of the water. The moon was full again. This was the third one in the last few days and there was only one left to finish the cycle. If it all stayed the same, the reversal would be complete.
Zolow
Once upon a time, in a land filled with red clouds and yellow trees, lived the creature named Zolow. Now, Zolow was a ghost and love to fly in and out of the red clouds. Every day he would wake up, he flew up to the clouds and dived in and out of them all day.
