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 »
Posts Categorized: Micro Stories
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 »
I put my food on the table and the doorbell rang. I breathed a deep sigh and clenched my jaw. I closed the door behind me and made my way to the front of the house. Read more »
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 »
I tucked my little girl into bed, “Good night sweety, don’t let the bed bugs bite,” I said leaving the room. Read more »
Anxious, the man pulled on the hemp rope, barely hearing the bells ring out on the surface. Read more »
A rat placed into a maze will push forth, choosing left and right, until it meets a dead end. Then it will turn back, again searching for an exit. Read more »
Time is relative, and time can be short. Read more »
They let themselves known after the virus took hold… Read more »
I asked my daughter… Read more »
It’s an ancient hunting technique used by the Inuit Read more »
A boy and a father hunt for the first time… Read more »
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.
All my money and all my time, Immortality will be mine Read more »
What about the voices? They won’t stop Read more »
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 »
I’ve just moved into a house a serial killer used to own. My closest friends think I’m crazy; but I wasn’t going to turn down such an opportunity.
It’s dark; did you hear a scuttering?
Son, don’t open the curtains
A man diagnosed with Capgras Syndrome believes it’s more than meets the eye
I’m a psychic and I want to die.
Jobs: Casual Work – Must Like Rabbits
A warning, fifteen minutes until the light ends…
A decision to end all decisions…
Are you ready for your procedure?