Posts Categorized: Micro Stories

OCD

I have obsessive compulsive disorder. I’m not a germaphobe or a checker, I just really hate odd numbers. It’s hard to explain, I just don’t feel right and I have to rectify it. I see one shoe on the floor, I have to find the other before the anxiety becomes unbearable. I buy food in pairs. I have two cars, even though I only use one. Read more »

New Guy At Work

We have this new guy at work. He’s not said a word to anyone outside the meetings he has with his boss. He’s a web developer. He’s given a specification document, dons his headphones and just taps away. Read more »

Vanity

I looked at the face staring back at me in the mirror and sighed. Its leathery skin made me look old. The holes for eyes appeared like they were cut by a maniac; no that will not do at all. Read more »

Heavy Rain

When the rains came, they didn’t yield for weeks. Gallons of water fell, turning the roads into rivers and basements into tanks. I watched from the top of the stairs into the dark room beneath the house, hearing the water rush in, destroying everything we’d kept down there. Read more »

Footsteps in Front of My Bedroom

Not again, it’s impossible, please don’t do this to me. It’s dark, I sit up in bed, fear manifesting itself as sweat and anxiety. The footsteps thud past my bedroom again. They pace back and forth, until there’s a knock on my door; I don’t answer it, I’m petrified.

An Anonymous Confession

Two years ago, to the day, I was on a school trip to the Grand Canyon. I can remember it as clear as yesterday. Standing at the edge of that red wound carved into the Earth by ice floes millions of years ago, it cleared my mind; such magnificence, such beauty, my hand on the… Read more »