nZYWF 2020 24 Hr flash fiction competition winners
I saw him when I was walking past the plush old armchair in the corner. I say plush, because it usually is. When I went to sit down, I saw a dull crimson fabric peeling, stuffing and springs protruding. The upholstery sagging under a weight that could not be seen. A dappled spotlight shining, the chair surrounded by hollow darkness. A hand seemingly guiding me towards the light. I felt a cold emptiness filling me, sending shivers down my spine. This nook of the manor was overgrown, fern fronds poking out from cracks in the rotting floorboards, black ivy creeping up the walls. Daring to look back to the chair, a blue mist was floating with no apparent shape or form. I tried to back away, to leave this place, but something held me. Whether it was my own curiosity, or yet another unnatural force keeping me captive, I couldn't say. I turned back to the chair, and peering into my eyes, straight through my soul, were the eyes of another. The old man looked at me, dark eyes gleaming with a greed I had never seen before. A heavy weight set within me, tar filling my stomach.
Most Devastating Ending ,2020 NZYWF Flash Fiction Competition
Best Onomatopoeia, 2020 NZYWF Flash Fiction Competition