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Found included in a post from Witch of the Wildwood. I hope they copy and paste here.

I'm not sure why but I get a lot of ideas for fiction stories which I seldom write. They just come as bursts of ideas without enough steam for a long form. I try to build onto them and find a beginning, grow the middle and then give them an ending. But, by then the steam has evaporated and the story is mostly gone, or no longer seems important or worth writing.

Today, the old song "Take All of Me" came into my head and later, as I was washing dishes, this story shaped itself. This time I wrote it down, in short form. I'd guess its a horror story, but I'm not sure.

Taking All of Her

So then I chopped off her other foot. Then, when she could no longer stand, clinging to me, leaning on me and unable to leave me now for sure, I no longer wanted her. So I went back to the huge furnace in the industrial plant, and I asked it, "What can I do with her now, when she is no longer beautiful, when I no longer enjoy watching her even?" The furnace said to bring her there and throw her in. Her bones would melt and become part of skyscrapers being built, trucks used to build them and no one would ever blame me.

Written by Laura Brown February, 19, 2025

Did you know... Cruciverbalist is the official term for a crossword puzzle writer or creator. Or an enthusiast, but mainly people who create crossword puzzles.

He came to an unexpected fork in the road. It wasn't on the map he'd been given.

Still, there was the choice of left or right, or to just go back and forget about the whole trip. But, having started this mad adventure it seemed a good time to keep going, to not give up. So, left or right... To the right he could plainly see the road leading to the town, fairly far in the distance yet. To the left, the road led into a dark forest. Studying the road, it seemed to disappear into the darkness thick with trees.

Well, what was an adventure without some mystery, a little danger, a bit of risk? He was a master of all the video games he had ever tried... no problem.

He walked to the left, into the forest, and was never seen again.

Writing Prompt: Pick a phrase you hear, something that tends to stick in your mind. Write a really short story around it.