Copyright: J Hardy Carroll
It was a cold and stormy night and although soaked to the bone, my spirits rose when I saw a light shining in the decayed castle ahead.
“Walk this way" said the hunchback greeting me at the door, and although it seemed silly I obliged, dragging my left leg in the self-same manner as the pitiable fellow.
We entered Dr. Frankenstein’s laboratory.
“Fortuitous!” exclaimed Frankenstein. “I am just in need of a brain for the monster.”
How about that, folks? Three clichés in 100 words. Not bad for a guy who had no earthly idea what to do with the prompt!
Yes, I certainly took the low road this week, slinging a ragtag bunch of cliches at you instead of coming up with a real story. If I were you, I wouldn't even lower myself to read it!
I just remembered how few of you ever do.
You can read actual stories by the other Friday Fictioneers, however, by clicking here. They're all pretty good, but just try to find "a dark and stormy night" in the bunch!