Herbert is a very frightened little sock monkey.
He is hiding under my bed, taking bad selfies, and crying about how scared he is.
He is a soggy, snotty mess.
Herbert and his friends found this in the woods, and suddenly the terrifying stories they’d
heard about a crazy old hermit lady who cuts up stuffed animals and re-assembles them for fun didn’t seem like silly made up nonsense that Mommy and Daddy stuffed animals tell their kids to get them to go to sleep and behave themselves anymore.
What kind of monster could do that to an innocent toy?
100 Words exact-ic-ally.
I wasn’t even going to participate this week, darlings, as I’m feeling rather burned out creatively, but then Penny showed me this picture of Herbert the sock monkey, and it clicked for me.
If you don’t already know, this is part of Friday Fictioneers , a challenge to write 100 word story based on a photo prompt (this week’s by EL Appleby, thankyouverymuch). And thank you as always to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who hosts the challenge.
I guess I know what I’m doing this afternoon.
If you don’t go read this take by xandranihilo100 called “Epidermis” than you will be missing a rare treat
Or, for another take that will break your heart, try Young at Heart, by unexpectedpaths
And then there’s “God At Play” by the Equiatic Bind. There were a few ‘playing god’ takes on this prompt, but this one takes the cake. The very first line should be read and read and re-read about 5 times before you read the rest of the prompt so that you can recognize the absurdity of it. Brilliant!