Natasha's warm smile and welcoming deep brown eyes put a lot of people at ease. She didn’t let her military background and growing years of experience as an undercover detective harden her heart, which showed through her personality, captivating the factory workers with her demeanor and quickly making new friends.
Well, by bottom, we mean bottoms. Bottoms of all shapes and sizes. The hooter sounded fully one hour before shift end. Natasha’s brow furrowed. As the workers disrobed, all was revealed. Rumours of a custard hot tub proven true; she had got to the bottom of it. She undressed quickly.
Then corporate cracked down hard. We weren’t prepared. She got caught, and we didn’t hear about it until the paper. Natasha Lemon: dead beside the road, no next of kin. I kept our marriage secret, you see. No one will ever know that in her memory, I always wear meringue.
Yesterday she reported another worker missing. They clock in never out. That makes ten now. Today Natasha found the bodies in a storage room with a boombox playing. My wedding song with our picture as promised. A body for each year. Written on the back of the photo “she’s next.”
I'm currently tasking myself to write more as I prep for another book. So obviously, I fkn adore this. Ok here goes.
[MY 50 WORDS]
It’s no surprise that none of the workers have noticed Natasha. Her quiet presence matches her petite frame. But nothing could have prepared her for what happened this week. She thought that the constant humming of the machinery would distract her but the white noise led her to something wild.
This writing prompt was fun.
{My 50 Words}
Natasha's warm smile and welcoming deep brown eyes put a lot of people at ease. She didn’t let her military background and growing years of experience as an undercover detective harden her heart, which showed through her personality, captivating the factory workers with her demeanor and quickly making new friends.
Well, by bottom, we mean bottoms. Bottoms of all shapes and sizes. The hooter sounded fully one hour before shift end. Natasha’s brow furrowed. As the workers disrobed, all was revealed. Rumours of a custard hot tub proven true; she had got to the bottom of it. She undressed quickly.
[my 50 words]
Then corporate cracked down hard. We weren’t prepared. She got caught, and we didn’t hear about it until the paper. Natasha Lemon: dead beside the road, no next of kin. I kept our marriage secret, you see. No one will ever know that in her memory, I always wear meringue.
(my 50 words)
The yellow signage gleamed in the sun, mimicking the shade of the tattered paper she held in her hands.
She watched as the ingredients poured into the machine, her foot on the red emergency button next to the floor.
“That’s why,” Natasha said, looking in the mixer.
“Too much sugar.”
[My 50 Words]
Yesterday she reported another worker missing. They clock in never out. That makes ten now. Today Natasha found the bodies in a storage room with a boombox playing. My wedding song with our picture as promised. A body for each year. Written on the back of the photo “she’s next.”
I'm currently tasking myself to write more as I prep for another book. So obviously, I fkn adore this. Ok here goes.
[MY 50 WORDS]
It’s no surprise that none of the workers have noticed Natasha. Her quiet presence matches her petite frame. But nothing could have prepared her for what happened this week. She thought that the constant humming of the machinery would distract her but the white noise led her to something wild.