Wish You Were Here
A Macabre Monday Drabble
The screen flickered static whispers—a simulation—blue skies de-rendered into gaping grayscale. Trees dissolved into pixelated ash. Surrounded, alone. A code straining to keep the illusion intact.
I weave through the crowd—corrupted faces with warped smiles.
I am a ghost in the machine with one way to escape. I press my palm against the edge of reality. On the other side, a shadow mimics my movements.
Eyes vacant, trapped in illusion.
Can you tell if it's heaven or hell? What did you trade for the thrill?
The walls pulse. Code rewriting itself. I eke out a message: Wish You Were Here.
The Prompt:
Lately I’ve been thinking about how writing creates a kind of portal to another place. I don’t mean just in your imagination. I’m talking about the way a lyric or poem or line can take you back in time, transport you to a forgotten memory, remind you of the smell of your mom’s house or what it felt like to sit in your grandfather’s favorite chair. There’s magic there.
In that spirit, I offer you a challenge. Create your own portal.
Write a dark drabble (100 word story), from the following prompt:
The song reminded me…
Thank you,
, , and for all the inspiration! This one is fodder for a character in my series Agents of Chaos. Maybe my readers can guess who will suffer this fate.