The many-worlds hypothesis asserts that all possible realities exist. Every action, no matter how small, causes the universe to branch. For instance, if you roll a die and it lands on a six, other “universes” are created where each of the other numbers were rolled, infinite numbers of them at that, all with slightly different outcomes. Read more »
Posts Categorized: Micro Stories
I hobbled down the staircase to my basement, using my walking stick for balance. I looked at the contractor finish installing the heavy metal door that would seal my safe room and smiled, “You’ve done a great job. I’m going to feel so much better now.” “You’re welcome, sir,” he responded, “You have enough shelves… Read more »
Darren sat against the wall stroking his wife’s hair as he held her head in his hands.
“I love you so much, honey,” he said crying, tears splashing on her auburn hair. Read more »
I sat gobsmacked and terrified watching the TV, as I saw the lottery numbers were read out. One by one matching the set of numbers I’d written in my dream diary. Read more »
I’d tweaked the machine for months and I was ready. Sitting in my creation, I locked myself in, entered the time and pressed the button. Read more »
The light was bright, I closed my eyes as soon as they opened.
“I think he’s awake,” I heard from an unseen man. Read more »
As we arrived at the top of the mountain, I put my arm around my son.
“Such a gorgeous sunset, isn’t it son?” Read more »
I had been in here for days. I’d been denied food for what seems like weeks. I huddled myself in the corner of the room, pulling my knees to my chest. Read more »
As I turned the corner and headed for the house, I was positive I was being followed. I had not glimpsed my stalker, but the sounds and just the sense of unease was palpable. The dog kept turning, the smell of our unseen tracker filling the air. Read more »
“The mail’s arrived guys,” John said, entering the airlock to pick up the small probe-like ship.
He frowned when he opened up the object to find just one small package.
I’m what you’d call a curtain twitcher. I watch the neighbourhood via a small opening in my front room. I see the paper boy arrive between 7am and 7.30am. The postman arrives between 8.30am and 9.30am, depending on the day. Read more »
I woke in the night with a startle. I heard rustling from the floor below. In the low light I looked for a weapon. I picked up a fork from a takeaway the night before. Read more »
My recently pregnant girlfriend sat on the couch, drunk, enjoying her last bender before parenthood. Read more »
The alarm clock read 8.05am, shit, I must have snoozed it again.
I hastily put on my clothes from the day before and ran out of the house, anxious to get to work. Read more »
Sometimes forgiveness comes at a cost… Read more »
When a body decomposes, the skin becomes slack as the muscles and fat below dissolves. Read more »
When my grandmother died, it was peaceful. She went in her sleep, in the bedroom next to mine. It freaked me out at first to think I had been sleeping so close to a dead body. Read more »
The screams were deafening, I held my hands over my ears to muffle them. Men, woman and children all shrieking, the sounds so desperate and chilling. Read more »
How do you advertise a new product? Producuce an advertisement that makes no sense, show some skin and then finish off with the product name. It really doesn’t matter what the product is, or the content of the ad; bamboozle the viewer with imagery, then finish with the name. It’s pretty much the defacto standard. Read more »
I splashed water on my face and looked into the mirror. My gaze immediately met by the woman standing next to me. I forced a smile, like I always did; she stared through me. Her dark hair as wet as the day we met at the Grand Canyon.
We left for Central Park as we had done for the last two weeks since returning from Arizona. Read more »
I sat in the interrogation room, looking at my shaking hands in front of me; I’d been waiting what seemed like hours for the detective to return.
Beads of sweat dripped from my brow like a leaky tap as I sat in shock; I’d finally done it, I’d finally confessed. Read more »
As an investigator, I am tasked with getting a confession. To do this, we use the Reid Technique.
It is the standard method you see in the movies and TV programmes, good cop/bad cop exchanges, pushing the interviewee to agree and admit to the crime, as we can *help* them if they do; if they don’t, they will be thrown to the wolves. Read more »
The first thing I remember when I woke was the searing pain in my jaw. Next was my unfamiliar environment. Slumped up against a wall, I took my time to scan the surroundings. Read more »
The basement seemed like the best place to keep the “problem”. It was cool and damp, just perfect. But also, under the house, it was relatively soundproof. Read more »
I work as an estate agent in a very small town in southern England. I’ve probably sold every house here at least once. Read more »