100 Word Stories
From Lair, via SMS (cellphone) so not sure if I got the spacing right.
Lighter than a feather, a buzzing mosquito follows the scent trail and lands.
It smells its surroundings, sniffing for blood.
Searching.
Searching.
The jagged proboscis digs, ripping through flesh for rich red blood. The mosquito drinks. Its belly quickly fills…SMACK!
“You’re live in thirty seconds,” the producer buzzes in his earpiece.
” You’re live in thirty seconds,” the producer buzzes in his earpiece.
The thousands of exhausted survivors just sit and stare. The cameraman licks his dry lips and thinks Pulitzer.









