Fearscape

My drafts are getting way too long. My writing prompts are too good.

I had a nightmare this morning that I woke from terrified at about 6:45 am. My first thought was: AWESOME. Inspiration for some fiction!

That's not right. I should have been scared.

But for today, hang the over-analysis and here's the nightmare, as I scribbled into SimpleNote right after waking up:

Went to party with ex, reduced essentially to a head on a bike. Didn't know the host. Took cupcakes I brought to kitchen, everything was labelled with prices. Estate Sale?
Charity auction?

A scream, a woman is splashed with blood. She runs from the house.
More blood and she sees a body on the sidewalk. She turns to run.

She makes it a few feet before the horror hits her. Her arms stop
swinging. Her expression goes blank. She is staggering.

She falls coldly into the street. A car is coming.

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I don't know if I'm a horror writer. But I want to see if I can't flesh that out into a short story.

This should be fun.

Well. If somebody has to get splashed with blood and hit by a car, I guess it's only KIND of fun. It's ok, kids. She isn't real.