A (partly) true scary storyLisa sighed, looking away from her screen. Her eyes hurt. It was past midnight, but she was still up. She was so tired. She had to keep studying though. This could have been the fiftieth time she had failed the online practice test, and the English exam was tomorrow. She decided that it was no use to study if she was so out of it, and to get up early and make up for it the next day.A (partly) true scary story3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She powered off her laptop and slid into her bed, already in pyjamas, feeling around for her sleeping mask on the small nightstand. When she finally had it on and everything was dark, she lay down, closing her eyes and finally relaxing after a long day.
A few minutes later, she was still just as awake, but then, the scratching started. It was quiet, a little sound like cloth ripping. Sort of like a cat kneading cloth. It sounded far away, on the other side of her room. Lisa froze, keeping her breathing shallow, remembering every monster she had ever read about on the Internet when she was supposed to be wor
The action figureJeremy didn't like what was happening. He spent ten years working in a toy factory, but now, being there gave him the creeps.The action figure3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It all started so innocently, as all bad things do. His factory made a toy: a plush tentacle faced thing – Tulu, or something. Jeremy thought it was a stupid idea, but who he was, to argue with the higher-ups? And the squid-faced thing sold better than anything the company produced before. Then came the others: flasks, lunch boxes, even a toy model of some sunken city. Now they were making action figures: horrible little things, each with too many mouths, eyes, or tentacles, stared at him from the shelves of the warehouse.
He tried to calm himself down: “it's a change in business model. We're reaching new demographics. It's a gold mine” - but it wasn't working, at least no longer. He was both scared of, and felt intense hatred, towards the little monstrosities. However, one doll looked especially unnerving to him: it was almost human-like, dres
Reasons to Stay in Bed TodayI.Reasons to Stay in Bed Today3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You look out your window and see nothing. There is nothing there except the darkness and the earth. You gaze into the vast nothingness and realize that you are alone. The thought does not disturb you. You are not bothered by the nothingness or the dark, but you are bothered that there are so many weeds in your garden. Why are there so many weeds in your garden?
As you go to make your breakfast, you notice that someone has already made toast, and that the air smells of eggs. You are allergic to eggs; you eat the toast. Nobody lives here except you. The toast is delicious, except that it could use a little jam. You have always hated jam.
The neighbor sees you and waves, but he is not waving at you. He is merely waving. You wave as well, but he does not seem to see. You are going to be late. If you are alone, where did your neighbor come from? You are disturbed, again by the garden, and also by
Billy and the Bio tech ButchersBilly and the Biotech BoysBilly and the Bio tech Butchers5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Billy could hear the comments the people were making. He could feel their eyes bore into him as they passed, their looks making him squirm when he felt them on the back of his neck afterward, their sour contempt and disapproval utterly palpable there.
“He is so fucked up. Oh, my God, look at how fucked up he is,” he heard a young man tell the older, bearded man he was with. “Fucking tweakers.”
A mother walking her daughter home from the elementary school passed him, talking together fluently in Spanish, but he had heard her, the mother, when she clearly and emphatically said to her daughter that Billy was a bad man. They scuttled across the street, taking advantage of the lull in traffic and MUNI trains to move away from him.
Two young girls in uniforms from the near-by high school, white shirts and navy pants, with a touch or two that would, in the way of schoolgirls, give each one of them an individual look
The Tale of 'Boss' Bradley's First HomerIn 1949, Robert Bradley was in a rut. He had survived the war and lost all faith in anything but himself after seeing the horrors of war. He had found a cozy job in a factory, but it felt a hollow victory. While his friends were marrying the sweethearts they returned home to, Robert felt too distant from the people around him to seek a wife. It was a lonely life and was heading towards a lonely death. Robert's only solace came in the newly revitalized game of baseball, at its very height as the nation's pasttime. More than anything else, he wanted to play in the big leagues. He practiced with sandlot games, spent hours alone pitching and tried out for teams both local and some distance away. But he just didn't have what it took. As this started to dawn on him, he happened across an unusual old book in a yard sale. It seemed a little old to be going for so cheap, and Robert read it out of curiosity. Inside was what appeared to be instructions for ritual magic to grant wishes in exchangeThe Tale of 'Boss' Bradley's First Homer1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fury and Spectre: Patient No. 057 (Part One)//Start Tape #0001 - Patient No. 057//Fury and Spectre: Patient No. 057 (Part One)9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
D: "You know why you're here, don't you?"
P: "Because of Spectre..."
D: "Spectre? When did she first appear?"
P: "Okay, so I don't really know when Spectre first appeared... One day she was just...just kinda there."
D: "Tell me, who is Spectre? Who is she to you?"
P: "To me? Ha- nothing. But to you...she's your worst nightmare."
D: "Why is that?"
D: "Why is she my worst nightmare?"
//Patient Unresponsive - End Tape//
//Start Tape #0002 - Patient No. 057//
D: "Are you feeling any better? Do you feel the medication is working?"
P: "I guess... I mean, I don't really know."
D: "Are you experiencing any of the side effects I mentioned?"
D: "Has it made you feel sick or uncomfortable in any way?"
P: "No. It's not the medicine's fault."
D: "What do you mean by that?"
D: "Are you feeling okay? Oh my god- somebody get in here!"
//Patient Unconscious - End Tape//
//Start Tape #0003 - Patient No. 057//
D: "Are you feeling
Overflow of TruthMister Waite, a collector of all things peculiar and bizarre, always prized himself on his extensive collection of magic tomes and other occult paraphernalia. The immense redwood bookshelves of his library housed not only such common texts as "Seventh seal of Solomon" or "Pseudomonarchia Daemonum", but also other magic books far rarer: he owned the accursed play "The King in Yellow", two different editions of Liber Ivonis, the medieval manuscript of "De Vermis Misteriis" and even the original German edition of "Unaussprechlichen Kulten". He didn't bother reading those books, though: both because most of them were written in languages he never learned, and because reading would have consumed the precious time he could have used to acquire more books. And he didn't enjoy reading that much.Overflow of Truth3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And soon, an especially rare tome was going to expand his treasure trove. Of course, there were some minor incidents this morning that somewhat upset him: he saw some gray shapes – probably mice