Promptober 2020: Day #3


Write a one-sentence story.

Source: r/thedailyprompt


After the fire extinguisher failed to stop them, Lariza, quickly running short of breath—she should really take PE more seriously—sprinted through the stacks, a horde of chomping books nipping at her heels, and lunged at the fire alarm, yanking the pearl-white handle, causing torrents of gushing water to pour from the ceiling, soaking the pages of the murderous books, making their ink run, ruining their binding, and turning them into squishy, sopping slugs before they finally stopped moving, dead by drowning.

Story Stats

# of Words81
# of Drafts2