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I’d heared of him; he lived in the hills above our town. “Don’t you go there,” our mother would say. “He’ll eat you up and gobble you down.”
We thought him a gobelin or ogre or such, created out of the minds of our unmodernised parents. We didn’t believe he were real. Not till Sasha disappeared that day.
“That’ll be Gargantua has caught ‘er and munched ‘er.” our brother Tad said.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ma scolded. Yet I could see she were shaking, head to toe.
She shook yet more when they brought down the bones.
96 word for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Gargantuan
crispina kemp 
Very interesting story
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Just a bit of fun.
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👍👍👍
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Oooh! A horror story in 96 words! Well done, you.
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Getting good at this flash fiction. You’ve seen the size of my latest book? 750 pp
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Haha! Yes, you are!
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🙂
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😊
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Surely didn’t expect that ending!
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I like to have fun with these prompts. I’m writing so much fiction that… you know, poem here, flash fiction there, keep it light.
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Great prompt response!
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Thanks, Joanne. Getting the hang of it now. 🙂
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Loved this Crispina! I love the way you used the dialect to create character and loved that last line.
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Thank you, Andrea. It’s good when it flows. And that one flowed.
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Oooohhh, creepy goodness! Nonbelievers ye be warned! 😉
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🙂 Thank you
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Great story, Crispina. That last line is chilling 🙂
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I’m learning 🙂
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