One photo, one hundred words, one fearless leader. Friday Fictioneers is brought to you each Wednesday by Rochelle (don’t ask questions). The photo this week is courtesy of John Nixon.
© John Nixon
“I’ve seen this before.”
“Of course you have, Tash,” Oliver sighed. “We’re going in circles.”
“That’s not it,” Tasha said, looking around at the serpentine trees.
“We’re not going in circles?”
“I don’t know, Oliver. You wanted to do this.”
“Pastor Steve said there’s some ancient temple out here. You want to go all the way back home without seeing anything other than shacks?” Oliver crossed his arms.
“No, but we could have found a guide. Or a map.” Tasha felt the hairs on her arms prickle. A branch brushed her arm.
Flesh, fresh flesh, the tree crooned.
Tasha screamed.
Like they I always say, it’s not Friday Fictioneers unless someone dies. Click the link below to read some stories with less (or more) killer endings.
Vers Les Etoiles 
I think that is an excellent philosophy to have about FF, there should be death and mayhem at least, I must remember for next week. Loved your story, very well written.
It’s just so easy to off people in 100 words…haha. Glad you liked it!
The “flesh, fresh, fresh.” reads in such a wonderfully creepy manner. Fantastic.
It creeped me out just to write it! Glad it worked for you.
Wonderfull!
It reminded me a lot of an epissode of a cartoon.
Now that I think about it, it seems kind of Scooby-Doo-esque haha. Thanks for reading!
It does! I was refering to The Amazing World of Gumball, epissode Picnic 🙂
ooh, I loved fresh flesh… methinks they should have planned this better! and as for the Pastor, I don’t trust him one bit!
Gnarled trees seem to spook us in lots of different ways. A good story!
Regards
Jim
They’re just so much more interesting than…non-gnarled (?) trees! Thanks, Jim.
that was funny. great killer-ending–pun intended
Haha nice one!
wonderful………
maybe the pastor was feeding the trees! frightening. and i liked the sound of “flesh, fresh, fresh.” it’s so creepy.
Oooh I didn’t even think of that! Maybe he’s serving *other* forces.
Ooh, super creepy and sinister. Lovely! 🙂
Glad you liked it, Katie! Thanks for reading.
Yes, ‘Flesh, fresh, fresh’ was so creepy. Excellent story.
Thank you!
Creepy! I wonder if Oliver will help Tasha or if he’ll run off screaming?
He was the instigator for their little trip, but I’m not sure how strong his spine is!
Typical boy – brave enough when everything’s going OK, then runs off when the going gets tough 🙂
I like the title as well as “Flesh, fresh flesh”, but try to say the latter fast even once!!
janet
Haha so true–trees and a tongue twister!
woe unto me. i kinda expected the ending, but still kept reading. 😦
Friday Fictioneers is a dangerous place for characters–especially here. Things usually don’t go well for them.
Creepy and clever. ‘Flesh, fresh flesh…great line
Dee
Thank you!
Someday we need to do a body count for FF. Surely there’s an app for that. Good send off for the true believers in this one. I enjoyed it.
My body count is high, that’s all I know! Glad you liked it, thanks for reading!
I don’t mind the body count, darling, and the FLESH FLESH FLESH made my flesh flesh flesh crawl. (I am getting a wee bit tired — and I think I might just say something — of the husband kills cheating wife misogynist tales, or vice versa. Seems like we could write better things that that week in and week out.)
Dare I say I love you, Helena. You have stolen the words right out of my mind.
Dear Hannah,
I’d be afraid to do a body count with this group. I’m sure it would be murder. Creepy story. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Oh okay, now that is creepy…wow. Well done 🙂