The Cabin’s Smell


Proudly dressed in scarlet, these trees will soon be naked once the chilling winter defeats the bloody fall. So before snow blankets the roads, I have to run and run with all my might to lose more weight.

I’ve been running for 30 minutes already when the sweet smell of creamy pumpkin soup wafted through my my nose down to my tongue.

Oh dear.

I followed the smell and figured it’s coming from a light-less cabin. I move towards it slowly as if I’m hypnotized. Too hypnotized to notice the huge black dog barking loudly at me as its fangs shine in anger.

Uh oh.

I backed away slowly before I launched into the fastest run I ever did. I guess this morning is indeed for running and not eating.

Word count: 130

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Photo credit: Phylor

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) September 06, 2016.


  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

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