Farmhands – Friday Fictioneers – 02/21/14


The bell marked three days that the child laid in the hay, his head encased in an itchy sack. Six in the morning, twelve at mid-day, and six at the end of  light. With each set of chimes he heard the shuffling of feet and a whistle.

Later, at the strike of the bell, he would fall into formation with the others.

Dust swirled around a motorcar in the distant field. Their father shot at the car , and the children stood still as instructed.

Number seven was taken because he was too weak, they were told.

Not a one touched their harvest that night, consumed by a hunger for weakness.


Genre: Horror

Copyright – David Stewart

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58 thoughts on “Farmhands – Friday Fictioneers – 02/21/14

  1. So good to have found you, Bum- I mean Amy!
    And holy cow. You just wrote your bum off up there. (I was going to say ass, but then I couldn’t resist.) But seriously, well played. This one’s staying with me.


  2. First…yeah!…you are still doing Friday Fictioneers.
    Second…I have those niggley things going up and down my spine. This is very eerie. I’m glad I don’t live in the country with a lot of hay bales around.


    1. Oooh, I love your enthusiasm, Michelle! Of course, I’m still doing FF. I wouldn’t miss it. Well, I did last week. Thanks, Michelle. I’m glad you have niggley going up and down your spine. That means I was successful. Beware of the hay.


    1. I reread my last comment to you and I want to try again. That was not a very good explanation at all! Sorry about that. The kids in my story are abducted. The blue car came along to rescue one of the kids. They’re all brainwashed. Maybe too much for 100 words. I can see now how it could be interpreted a whole different way. Anyway, thanks for asking.


    1. Thanks, David. Well, the car came to the rescue. These kids are being abducted and brainwashed, not that all that came through! I bite off a bit much with this one. 🙂


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