HEN PARTY
Six of us flew to Tenerife for Leanne’s
hen do. The apartment was pretty basic, but it didn’t matter because we were
out every night.
In one nightclub this creepy bloke
bought us all drinks, and when we staggered home in the pitch dark he tried to
kiss me. Eeuuw!
He pinned me against a palm-tree – I still
remember his long pointed teeth – but then the moon came out like a spotlight,
there was a horrible screech, and a black shape flapped up into the tree. When
I looked round, the bloke had just vanished.
A real weirdo, that one!
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Ha! Well, that was a lucky escape, and the woman all oblivious to his true nature :-)
ReplyDeleteToo drunk to notice - she was lucky, though!
DeleteA story with bite appeal!
ReplyDeleteMwah-ha-ha!
DeleteI always knew hen parties were dangerous.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your 100 words. :-)
Especially hen parties - can you imagine the state of those six friends?
DeletePerfect ... for this prompt.
ReplyDeleteThanks, yarnspinnerr - I think!
DeleteLoved your story , Liz ! Most amazing !
ReplyDeleteRegards,
Moon
https://aslifehappens60.wordpress.com
Thank you, Moon - what an appropriate name for this prompt!
DeleteHe sounds a bit batty to me! Nice one liz.
ReplyDeleteMy story is called 'Someone'
Heehee!
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteHe sounds like he could've been a real pain in the neck. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Enough with the vampire jokes, already!
DeleteHorror that left me laughing :)
ReplyDeleteHappy to have amused you!
DeleteI love the fact she just thought he was weird!
ReplyDeleteShe'll never know how close she came!
DeleteMy husband and I just saw Nosferatu at our locally owned theater. A group called the Invincible Czars provided live music (the movie was filmed in 1922 I believe.) Your story reminds me of that... creepy, in a delightful way. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alicia - I shall have to track down the film one day!
DeleteAs far as vampire stories go, Liz... this is great! I loved the humourous take! (And Rochelle didn't seem to mind it, eh?) ;-)
ReplyDeleteI seem to avoided a slapped wrist!
DeleteLove the light touch on a vapire theme - nicely done Liz! Made me smile
ReplyDeletei suspect it wasn't the moon. it was her perfume. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a very sweeping assumption, plaridel!
DeleteLot's a stake for the fanged ones.... at least it was good he was not a werewolf
ReplyDeleteShe probably wouldn't have noticed a werewolf among the other wolves in the nightclub!
DeleteLOL…the one that got away.
ReplyDeleteTotally unharmed and unaware!
DeleteShe was going to join the once bitten category but just batted her eyes instead. Good sound bite fiction.
ReplyDelete*groan* another dreadful pun!
DeleteI've never understood people who go clubbing without a bulb of garlic in their bag!
ReplyDeleteI know - you'd think their mothers would have warned them.
DeleteYes, he's a weirdo alright. This was great, Liz. Good writing. :D --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThanks Suzanne - we've all met some weirdos in our time, I'm sure!
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