This is the 31st 100 word story I have done. And, since it is October, 31st has me thinking Halloween. So here is my take on the prompt: As she searched, her movements were frantic.
The silence pressing down on Mykell was louder than she thought possible. The only noises were from her; feet pounding, leaves crunching, breath in ragged gasps.
How was it possible that their happy group of eight was now—only her? Furtive glances over her shoulder revealed nothing. She collapsed against the car, the warm metal reassuring.
Keys? As she searched, her movements were frantic. A soft sound drew her attention up.
Blake? Did he make it out too?
The disjointed movements of the figure emerging from the trees were wrong.
No. Not Blake, unfortunately, nor any of her other friends.
the perfect halloween offering!
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Good anxiety to setup the monster reveal at the end.
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creepy. Lots of fun to this too
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