The Intruder - Everyday Vignette #13The Intruder - Everyday Vignette #132 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It doesn't happen every night, but it's been happening for years.
I know it's starting when I can't move anymore. No matter how hard I try, my muscles are locked into place. My arms and legs stay frozen. My mouth remains closed.
Then I see the figure. It's always a shadow, human-like, but too tall and too thin. It's never directly in front of me, either. It's always off to the side, just barely in my peripheral vision.
The figure moves closer to my bed. I can hear it slowly creeping up. Finally, I feel its weight on the bed beside me.
I still can't move.
It leans down over my face. I can only see it out of the corner of my eye, and it disappears when I focus on it. But I can feel its hair brushing my cheek and hear it breathing in my ear.
I still can't move.
It whispers in a raspy voice.
"Don't worry, child. I'll keep the monsters away."
Micropasta: Stained GlassMircopasta: Stained GlassMicropasta: Stained Glass2 days 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
Son of WhatSometimes, I look out into the vast nothing above. I think about how it's really not so much "above" as just "other". Since the begining, there has been this stuff we call "space", thinking of it as empty, but I can tell it isn't. It grows, and lives, and grows again. The universe is expanding, they say. Distances are getting bigger, but I think that's not what's going on. I think it's simply space creating more space, in a universe created by universes. Much in the way these words are forming who you are at this moment, and you're creating you. We all are, all the time, creating ourselves. The difference between creator and creation seems so clearly concrete, but in truth it isn't there at all. Sometimes, I just look up, and think like that for hours. It's as lonely as it sounds.Son of What2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I wake up to the radio. It has little, tinny speakers and makes me think of the news anchor as a miniature man, reminding me what part of the story I'm supposed to be on. Without human voices, I think I might
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)2 days 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,