You’re digging in your garden and find a human femur.
Write an 8 Sentence Story using this prompt.
Unearthed by Cheri Parnnell
I knew the very second I grabbed hold of the jagged femur, unearthed and splintered by mud-caked tines on my tiller, I had disturbed an ancient Indian burial ground. A tyrant rogue wind swirled around like a razored bullwhip, knocking the breath right out of my lungs. Ungodly cries of a thousand wrathful warriors seeking retribution rose up, as did their seemingly resurrected bodies in the nearby fields. As the raging natives surrounded me, I became petrified as if I were absolutely frozen in some primordial tribal dimension. Then the sea of onyx hair and painted faces parted, and made a way for the majestic chief who now stood before me, alongside a regal white buffalo. Tears flowed down my cheeks as the old one reached out with his brown leathered bony fingers and then curiously examined the salty drops that fell from my frightened innocent eyes. He nodded his head in understanding, and as eyes full of pain, grace, and wisdom stared into my soul, he took the yellowed ivory bone from my grasp. I fell to my knees on the hard sod, and as I watched the mighty spirits dissipate, I heard a chorus of harmonious voices chanting serenely beneath the wind….
Unearthed by Richard Bell
I woke up in polythene with a breathing tube and a blinding headache. I knew I was under the earth and needed to dig myself out of this hole. Reaching through my plastic shroud, I clawed my way to the surface frantically. Flinging the tube across the garden, I grasped a bone; A bloody leg bone. The garden was strewn with chewed corpses and standing over me were five ravening zombies. One of them reached down and pulled me to my feet whilst the other four dusted me down. My eyes were adjusting but they could make out a sign ‘zombie gardening club’. As they began to bite into my flesh, I realised that they were ‘growing’ organic produce and I was the latest to be to harvested.
Unearthed by Crimson Quintessence
Homicide detectives are investigating the suspicious death after a human femur was found in the back yard of Simon Preston in Springvale. Suddenly, you are reminded of an issue that you buried a long time ago. Subliminal messages hidden and imbedded behind an image flashes in your mind. Have you identified what the “ secret ” is that you buried all those years ago. The body, long since forgotten, hidden well within the walls of this old mansion. They won’t find him, not here, there is no reason to look for him. But why did you bury the femur in Simon’s back yard? The door rings, it’s the police,stay calm and all will be fine again.
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