ATTACK OF THE KILLER CHICKENS

‘Do you know the closest living relative of the dinosaur is?’

Margarita sighed as little Nino stumbled through his favourite fact, delivered with glee every morning when they collected the eggs.

‘No, what is it?’ she played along.

‘The chicken!’ The boy laughed and started chasing after the group of hens in the yard, roaring like a T-Rex.

She smiled watching him. ‘Leave them alone, Nino,’ she called.

The sun peaked over the horizon. She blinked, taking in the warm rays.

Nino’s scream made her jump. She looked back and saw him fall, blood spraying from his jugular.

The chickens turned to look at her.


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Copyright Todd Foltz

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above). I’m not sure where this piece of nonsense came from, but there you have it!

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.


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95 thoughts on “ATTACK OF THE KILLER CHICKENS

  1. There’s a great Australian horror movie called Night of the Lepus, about an attack of 60 ft high killer bunny rabbits. Maybe you should get in touch with the producers and float this idea

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  2. Dear Iain,

    Sounds like you’re channeling your inner Hitchcock. This put me in mind of The Birds, one of the most terrifying movies of the 1960’s. I guess those chickens were fed up with Nino. Fine feathered story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. Roosters would go for the jugular if they could jump that high. And like Rochelle said, they’d eat you if you were dead on the ground. Now that I’ve out-horrored your story, let me say I loved that demented twist 🙂

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      1. That dark recess of the imagination that only shows itself when you’re not looking for it. I wish I could find it at will, but the harder I try the better it hides.

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  4. Oh no, the chickens have reverted to type. Reminds me of ‘Night of the Lepus,’ a horror film about giant killer rabbits. The problem was, however close up you take your camera shot and from whatever angle, they are still twitchy nosed, furry things and hold no terror at all. I laughed all the way through it.

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