Unlucky Arrivals – 100 Word Microfiction Short Story

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Unlucky Arrivals

 

“It warms my heart that you could make it all the way here, to my humble abode,” Lincoln says with a twisted smile upon his face.

“I didn’t come for you, I came for her. So, can your bullshit and get whatever it is that you need to get off your chest, off your chest.”

Lincoln smiles nervously, as he bites down upon his pale lips, and lets out a grimace of pain as he breaks the skin. “Be gentle, for you are in my home, and there are many a ghost here in this cold fortress who despise you!”

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