#BlogBattle Week 13

#BlogBattle Week 13

This will be my third entry in the weekly #BlogBattle. Also, the third posted location. First entry prompt I responded to was “News.” I posted that story for The Velah, and the second was “horde” for which I made a scene for The Barbarian called “Wolf Battle

This week, I offer a brand-spanking new story written exclusively for the prompt “rope.”

#BlogBattle 13  Rope


  1. 1000 words max
  2. fictional tale (or true if you really want)
  3. PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
  4. Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related
  5. Go for the entertainment value!
  6. Post your story by Midnight PST
  7. Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)
  8. Have fun!

The theme for this week is Rope.


The Rope

Look at it, just swinging there. Like it’s offering a fun time, just like children have.

He had a hard time accepting the sight, as it looked so incongruous.

He hiked through the National Forest, backpack loaded with provisions for a week, solitude his main destination, and had seen nothing strange. Until now.

He trudged the thickest parts of the woods, where very few signs of humans showed. He didn’t like the paths that other people followed, as there would always be a residue of sorts that they had passed. In the rough, however, most people knew how to keep their evidence to a minimum.

The hour had drawn late. The sun neared its grand finale, and he wanted the camp set up in time to watch it. At least to see the colors through the canopies above.

He found a clearing just right. Flat, above the highest waterline of the stream trickling next to it.

An old burn scar marked the last place a fire burned but had dimmed to a bare shadow from being weathered for several, if not many, years.

He found it when he walked the perimeter. Somehow, the rope looked brand new, though, by all signs, his were the first feet to tread here for a long time.

Nevertheless, there it hung. It didn’t dangle over the water nor did it have a seat. Just a rope tied to a high branch.

The sunset grew ever nearer, so he decided he’d ignore it for the time being. He felt reasonably sure it would still be there later.

Tent assembly took little time or effort, as it advertised correctly a five-minute set-up. Pack tossed in, he set about gathering rocks for the fire border and twigs for kindling.

He sat leaning against a log and munched on an energy bar as the sky transitioned from blue to orange to red. After he rested a bit, he would start the fire and boil some water for the dehydrated meal.

The crickets and frogs sang a disjointed melody as he got the sticks to catch fire, then took his flashlight to see about the rope again. It could come in handy if he could get high enough to get a fair amount of it.

It had disappeared. He had the spot right, that stack of stones hadn’t moved. The rope had.

He shone the light around slowly, to see if maybe he did get it wrong. He saw a flash as he scanned. The rope hung in a tree directly across the water. He had not crossed the brook, but the rope somehow had.

Though he felt he could go over and get it, he knew it would be easier in the daylight. He returned to the camp, ate and prepared for sleep.

The pattering on the sides of the tent woke him to a slight morning rain.

He pulled on his boots and jacket, not bothering with getting fully dressed, and went out for the morning duties. Starting with prepping the coffee percolator, then to do the necessities, and finishing with brushing his teeth, he rose to head back and felt something brush his hair. Thinking it a branch or a spider web, he flung his arm above to move it.

The rope had moved again and sported a crude noose. It tightened around his elbow, then began raising him off his feet.

He had dropped everything, snatched at the loop around his arm as he lifted himself on his toes before being hoisted more.

He couldn’t seem to be able to grasp the coils, for he knew if he could, he had the strength to climb above and untie it from the branch.

A presence wrapped around his ankles; though he couldn’t see it, he felt it. Pulling him opposite of the rope above, straining the joints of his upper arm.

He tightened his muscles, head to toe, trying to force his way out of the grasp he could not see, and climb higher to escape the noose on his elbow.

Unable to free himself, he could feel the tendons in his shoulder stretching past hurting into excruciating pain, then give completely with a tearing feeling that ripped a howling yell from him.

His eyes tearing over, he felt himself being lowered, as if causing him immense pain and irreparable harm had been the goal. His legs would not hold him, so when he lay fully on the ground, he slipped the knot loose and removed himself from its confines.

He pulled himself back to his tent, where he had a never-used satellite phone for emergencies. Glad that he made sure it had both a charge and current service before each trip, he turned it on with one-handed awkwardness.

He hit the emergency number, but before he heard it ring, he felt the noose yank against his throat, pulling him backward and into the air.

With his good hand, he scraped and clawed at the offending obstacle, gouging his skin with his short nails, breaking his nails on the twine that felt like banded steel.

His vision blurred, splitting into two or more images of the same thing; the pot of coffee was ready.

The End


12 Replies to “#BlogBattle Week 13”

  1. I’d like to like this, but EEK! I’m not a horror fan at all. It was full of a dark sort of suspense even before the rope showed up. Nice! (My kids will not be reading this, though! haha) 🙂 What is this rope?! ;D

  2. Thanks! Glad you enjoyed(?) it!

    I am guessing you like having the nape hairs standing on end…
    This will be an interesting submission to a horror mag, no?


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Great wizards tainted, and those who resist them;

War between interstellar travelers, both on this planet and far away;
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