L’appel du vide as they say in France. This is the urge people get to jump from high places, to push people under trains, to stab someone when they are holding a knife. Read more »
Posts Categorized: Micro Stories
I’d taken fifty photos in all, and the apparition appeared in all of them. Anxiety filled me; looking at the images uploaded to my PC, it scared me. Read more »
I was 12 when I realised I could control my dreams; it was amazing. The first thing I did was fly. A superman’s fist to the sky and I was off. I’d feel the acceleration, the wind against my face, I’d look down at my home town and dive; it was incredible. Read more »
I sat in my car, and I watched. I had succumbed to the urge. I had listened to that voice in my head for hours, days, years, and again, I found myself stalking. I admit it, I felt excited. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care; within the hour I’d be sated and the voice would retreat again, allow me to feel normal. Read more »
I strained a smile and sipped from my cup.
“It’s going to be okay, Steven,” Laura said, leaning over the table to touch my hand.
The lights flickered; I pulled my hand away, an anxiety filling my stomach. She was confused. Read more »
The door to the confessional opened, the light burned my eyes and I squinted. I heard the person sit, and I waited.
“What have you come to confess, my child,” I said, listening to the heavy breathing in the booth next to me.
“It’s okay, you are among God now.”
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned,” the man’s voice announced. Read more »
As he lay on the wet grass, he woke up confused. Getting his bearings, he rose to his feet. He sweated, he looked nervous; In a panicked state he ran.
He pushed himself through the crowds that lined the main streets, turning left and right, appearing guided, knowing where his destination was. Read more »
I never meant to stay out all night; it was supposed to be an early night. Just us girls, down the local for a couple of drinks to send me off halfway around the world to start the next chapter of my life. But it didn’t end at 10:30pm when it was supposed to. One drink turned into two, turned into five. Read more »
I tossed and turned in bed trying to sleep. I heard mummers from the floor below. I wiped the sweat from my forehead before getting up.
“What is it, honey?” My wife asked.
“I think I can hear Scott talking in his bedroom again,” I responded. Read more »
I waited for what seemed like hours before I was called in.
“Come on in, Mr Johnson,” the man in the immaculately ironed suit announced.
I was pushed into the over-bright office; a computer sat, waiting for me. Read more »
They say, write what you know. But what if you’ve written about everything you know, where do you go then? When it happened to me, I looked for a muse, something to inspire me. Read more »
I had them since I was a child, sometimes they seemed to come from the people around me, as if I could hear their thoughts; I’d shout at them, they’d look at me strangely and think I was mad. Read more »
“How did you get on with the CBT I assigned you last week?” the therapist asked.
“Good,” I replied nervously, knowing it didn’t help shit. I hugged my arms and rubbed them to ground myself.
I couldn’t believe how fat I’d become. Looking in the mirror, I’d see a monster staring back at me; kankles for fuck sake! Read more »
I swear to God it was never there before, in the middle of the forest behind my parents’ house, but there it was. Read more »
I saw the outline of a gun tucked under his shirt, signifying he was not as innocent as he looked.
“Come inside and have a sit down, I’m sure whatever’s happened can be worked out. What do you say, son?”
The young man stopped as he thought about my offer before letting go and walking past me into the house.
I sat the cup of coffee down in front of him.
“So boy, do you have a name?”
iquid bubbled around the brain as electricity charged the wires connecting to it.
We watched the screen in anticipation.
“Lieutenant, hit it again. ”
I pressed the charge button again, my jaw dropping as words began to appear on the computer screen.”
Drowning; watching water soak into the fibers of a soft cloth, stuffed violently into a man’s mouth, is memorizing. Something so simple, anybody can do it, but the panic it generates is unbelievable. Don’t try this yourself, I’m a professional, just take my word.
“Ah, Ms Parsons, is it?” the man in the suit asked as he referred to his notes.
“Yes, sir,” I responded, sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk.
My husband woke in a cold sweat, complaining of someone holding him down in as he slept.
I’ve heard them again; the footsteps that creep past my door. They were louder than before, followed by dragging sounds. I’m so scared, I want to hide. Writing this down calms me, it always does, makes me feel that I am not alone in here. I have to be a brave little girl, just like my mother said. They can’t hurt you, all they can do is scare you…
I was the first person to win a Nobel prize for not what I did, but what I was, my blood.
A real Djinn can be indistinguishable between you and me, not like the one portrayed in Aladdin. You do not need to rub a lamp for it to appear. In some cultures, they believe that these *beings* have free will and they certainly do not have to be benevolent. Read more »
We sat in a circle underneath a tree in the shade, away from the blazing sun that signaled the start of summer.
In unison, we turned to see Jack approaching us. We’d not seen him for weeks, not since his step father was sent to prison for abusing him. He smiled and sat down next to us. Read more »
I heard the front door slam shut and ran down the stairs. I saw Shawn smiling up at me, my heart skipped a beat.
“What just happened?” I asked annoyed. Read more »