The Terror (read description FIRST!!)Clank! Tink!The Terror (read description FIRST!!)5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Had to get away. Had to run. Had to hide.
The halls are too dark to see.
Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Where is It?
Turn a corner, and hear it again.
Where do I go?
Where can I go?
To the right.
It leads to another hallway.
Behind the boxes.
Between the boxes and the wall.
It’s coming closer.
Hug my knees.
Please don’t find me.
Please. Please don’t find me.
Then, I see it.
A silver head.
Green and red eyes.
Cheek plates that let out a trickle of smoke as it closes its mouth.
Neck joints, connected by fleshy wires that drip.
A hollow ribcage that doesn’t breathe.
Spikes protruding out of the spinal joints.
A long, spindle arm that ends in a
WaitchaThe trees close in, surrounding me, keeping me hidden. But I don’t like it. I have lived in this forest for all the twelve long years of my life, and I’ve never felt such maliciousness in the air as there is tonight. Dust and pollen clog the stagnant air beneath the canopy and I’m forced to breathe it in, feeling my chest tightening in response.Waitcha5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I take a few moments to calm myself, to remind myself that I can still breathe.
I carry on down the barely-perceptible track that winds between the narrow trunks of the tall, spindly waitcha trees, keeping to what I can see of the path in the beam cast by my torch. The waitchas are by far the most common trees in these woodlands, but there are also dark-canopied conifers towering up to twice their height, and I keep catching the flash of pale bark that marks a silverwood tree. The silverwoods are nowhere near as common as they were two hundred years ago, before the Age of Exploration began – it turns out that they make u
Open Your MindThose mists had only thickened, choking his view of wilted grass and the groping branches of trees. His house was being isolated as an island in a grey, gradual storm, yet standing before that window, he knew that he had to leave.Open Your Mind1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If only for a little while, long enough to see it from the outside. To know that its shape had not changed, that those windows and rooms still stood where they were meant to be.
From the inside, hemmed in by thumping wood and the darkness allowed by broken lights, it had become impossible to say. His memory trailed like the threads of an unravelling sweater, and empty spaces gaped where answers should have been found. Had that room, with its scarlet wallpaper and framed arachnids, always been so close to the one where he slept? For that matter, had he always slept in such a small place, space enough for little more than the bed and peeling grey walls?
It was all alive around him, groaning in a way that prodded deep at his remaining memories. Thoughts of a day
Zwulf's NightmareHe was falling. Falling into a void, beseeched by terror. On the brink of madness, the voices never stopped; the whispering, the giggling, the arguing. In the blackness that swirled about him, their eyes gleamed hungrily, always staring, never blinking, the eyes, those eyes …Zwulf's Nightmare10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the purgatory he was consigned to, the Vulpine man stumbled through the mists, their chattering voices filling his brain and rattling about his head, great simian whoops and cackles that rang throughout the void and out into the ether, him clutching his skull in a futile attempt to keep them from breaching his walls. Yet still they bored through his mind and toyed with his sanity, and he was helpless to stop it. Always schooled never to feel any fear, the former gladiator was now beside himself with it. His mouth dry and his ears ringing, he stumbled deeper into the black abyss, searching for an escape. It was then that the nightmare swirled and changed, and he felt the cold steel of the manacles bite dow
DarknessCaitlin ran through the darkness. The Shadows were right behind her. She was nearly there. She could feel it. The lantern jangled as she ran. The small orb of light was the only thing guiding her through the countless chambers that filled this place. The Shadows were right behind her, they were gaining fast. An inky black tentacle of darkness grabbed at Caitlin’s wrist, she stumbled as she shook it off. She skidded around the corner and found herself running along an old balcony, a room the size of a soccer field lay bellow her. At the end of the balcony was a door. A dim light shone from the crack between the bottom and the floor. Freedom.Darkness1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As Caitlin ran towards the door, the Shadows behind her sped up. Desperation giving them strength. She could feel their silent please. “Give it to us,” they whispered, “free us.” Caitlin ignored them. She was almost there. Just a few more steps. Her foot caught on a loose tile on the stone floor. She toppled forwards, h
49 Words In...Once upon a time, I was someone else.49 Words In...1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now I sit alone listening to “Hurt” upon a throne of books.
Maybe Hamlet was meant to be, but not me, not me.
Her memory whispers “Please don’t.”
“I will let you down, I will make you hurt.”
The cylinder clicks…
Freddy Fauzbear's DinerFreddy Fauzbear's diner was once a merry place, filled with laughter and joy all around. The animatronics programmed to bring happiness to the souls that walked through the diner's front door. Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and of course Freddy, were there names. The music that they played carries through, out the windows and doors, to others delight and annoyance. One particular sunny morning at the diner, a birthday party was being held. Freddy on stage, Bonnie walking around greeting the kids, her giant Blue-furred hands patting a child's head once in a while. Foxy, on the other hand, was in the Repair room. The children tore up poor Foxy. She didn't have a fur suit body anymore, endoskeleton exposed. Her body parts strewn places they shouldn't. Her bowtie in tact. Chica was hidden in the other room for precaution, after parents complained about her being too "sexualized." Mr.Fauzbear placed her in one of the back rooms, so there would be no more complaints. They were planning on remodling thFreddy Fauzbear's Diner1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Waitcha - Part 2I leave my torch where it lies in the leaf litter: I don’t expect to find any batteries in the heart of the forest. The girl leaves the circle of light cast by the torch – the men are still scouting around, checking if I’ve been followed. She walks a short distance away, but I stop following her when I see the shapes silhouetted in the mushroom-light. Horns as thick and long as my arm twist their way up from a head which is held proudly at twice my height. A brush-tipped tail swishes through the ferns; hooves larger than my spread hand plunge into the mulch. Beyond this first creature I make out the shapes of five other forest antelopes, some laid down, some munching on leaves, all huge.Waitcha - Part 21 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“They won’t hurt you,” the girl says, noting my reticence as she reaches out to stroke the muzzle of the closest antelope. “These are ours, they don’t mind people so much as the wild ones.” I hear the men crunching through the leaf litter towards us
The Fly A fly, buzzing about, was hungry and looking for something to eat. It flew about that morning, and came across a hole in a tremendously large structure. It was sharp, taken out of a clear surface that they fly didn't quite understand. It bumped into the sides a few times before passing through. Inside the fly smelled all kinds of things. Wood, fibers, metals, it was overwhelming. It landed on the wood by the clear thing, it's antennae sniffing and smelling. Within the space there was no smell of food, but somewhere, in another space perhaps, came whiffs of other fly scents. There was also another smell, something new that it had never smelt before in it's lifetime.The Fly4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It followed the scent, passing through the space with structures and objects scattered about in a disorganized fashion. It reached the end, passing through a long slit of space between the fuzzy floor and a large wooden thing. It became disoriented in the mass of white color and the