The red mark

The day was supposed to be joyful. The big day party was about to begin and the boats were arriving full of guests. All seemed well and excitement was in the air.

Then suddenly, as the gates were about to open so the festivities could start, a scream was heard coming from the house. There was a BANG! Everyone looked at the house and they saw it.

The house had been marked! The front wall that was all bright white until a minute ago, had the creepy red mark now.

The guests turned, went back to their boats and started to sail away.

It’s not wise to be for too long in the shadows of the red mark.

The party was over!

 


This post was written in response to this week’sĀ Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer , with photo prompt by Louise from the Storyteller’s Abode, and contains 122 words.

RedMark

To read other stories inspired by the picture above, click the blue frog below.

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21 thoughts on “The red mark

  1. LOL! I didn’t even notice the red mark above the door until I read your story. Great story! I wonder what the red mark is for? Thank you for participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. šŸ™‚

  2. Ooh, interesting hints about something quite sinister. What happens to houses that have the red mark, I wonder? And how do they get them? Sounds like the premise to a very scary story!

  3. Thanks all for the comments so far.
    As for what does the mark means, that will have to remain a mistery (even for me!). At least for now. Maybe I can try to develop the story and reveal the meaning of the mark (once I figure it out myself! ;o)

  4. So, there’s something significant about being branded with a red mark. It seems the house is now doomed to ill-fate. I like the idea of that very much, and the way you made the burglar alarm into that dreaded stigma. A clever story, Etol and well written, too. šŸ™‚

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