Micropasta: Stained GlassMircopasta: Stained GlassMicropasta: Stained Glass19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I have a friend. Now, after a life crippled by depression, autism, and schizophrenia so severe I have lost the inclination to speak, after listening to psychiatrists who tell me I must be secretly filled with hate and sick thoughts, I have a friend. He (she?) is the only friend I have ever wished for and, I hope they are the only one I will ever know.
I don’t know what they are, exactly. I don’t care, either. It doesn’t matter where they are, who they wish to be, or what they want. All that matters to me is that they are by my side.
It all started with algebra, curiously enough. Despite my considerable difficulties, I am already in my final year of high school, so I spend much of my ample free time pouring over what little homework I end up with. Looking at the questions and answers, scrying over them for some kind of correlation or semblance of reason in my torturous life.
Oh, by the way, if anyone ever tells you autism automatically makes y
The Metal RoomThe Metal Room20 hours ago in Short Stories
You never forget the scent of human flesh burning. You especially don’t forget when it’s your mother’s body sweltering. I could live for centuries and still never erase it from my memory. It’s all I smell when I breathe, all I see when I shut my eyes is her long crimson hair blending with the colors of the flames, all I hear is the crackling of her skin as it turned to embers, all I taste is the salt of the tears I wouldn’t let myself shed. You never forget the scent of human flesh burning. It scorches you as much as the person burning.
We were well off, had money saved. In the beginning we were at least. So we got to burn her separately, at our own little ceremony. I won’t call it a funeral, no one cried and no one mourned. At least, not outside of locked doors or into pillows during the night. I won’t call it a funeral, because what we burne
Hammer Horror Part III (preview) Already near by the Central Park, both Justin and Anna were leaving the limo. The driver asked.Hammer Horror Part III (preview)22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"Are you both sure about not sending the security team to the place? "
"Of course, I'll protect her myself if something takes place. " Justin gesticulated.
"I'd feel more safe ridin' buck horses"
They both waked by the trail to the place indicated. Justin than sighed " It's feels almost like a date!"
"I'll pretend ah didn't hear dat bullsh..."
"Look over there! " he shouted and pointed.
There were the rest of the group. Including Luke, still dressing the uniform from the coffee shop here were working at. "Dan, please, I left the job in the mid of expedient, so it must be serious. I can't get fired again, I need the money to pay the bills. "
The blonde teen answered "I don't know what it means. Both Eugene and I were reaching the most crucial step on our training routine" by the time,
The killermy knees ache as i sprint through the hallway, my heart pounding as i flee in horror. he's behind me, he wants me dead. i dart to the left and sprint down a flight of stairs. he just jumps down, flight after flight, he's persistent I'll give him that.The killer1 day ago in Short Stories
i keep on going with a full throttle attempt to stay alive. but i hear him. his breathing on my neck. the sound of air filtering through his gas mask. he's right there, behind me. i knew i was going to die today, but i didn't think it would be like this.
his knife enters my side and i sprawl to the floor and yelp like a wounded puppy. he stands over me and looks down into my eyes, the lenses of his mask as empty, soulless black holes leading to the unknown. he bends down, we are face to face. he puts his hand on my shoulder. i can't breathe, I'm petrified. his knife enters my throat and all i can hear is the wheezing of his mask as everything fades to black.
it's all just too much fun
Run from me or die