g h o s t The world outside is a monster.g h o s t1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know because that’s where they live; the ghosts. Whenever I try to leave, they swarm me, pulling at my hair and pinching my skin. They bite and scratch and snarl and never, ever leave me alone until I retreat back into the safety of the house. There are hundreds of them, all different shapes and sizes, yet it feels like all of them simply want to antagonize me. No one else sees them, and they don’t even spare a glance at other people unless it hurts me in some way.
Even inside the house I see the ghosts, clawing at the window panes and banging at the doors. They shriek and scream and screech, wailing loud enough to hear even down in the basement where I cannot see them. They haunt me endlessly, day and night, but they weren’t always there. Once upon a time, I had peace, si
NightmareSlow steady thumping in the dark of night. Eyes closed as thoughts race. Pen held steady in hand to the paper. The page is blank despite all effort to put words upon it. The slow steady thumping starts to increase in pitch and thump. At the back of my mind I feel the creeping tentacles start to slither around my wrists and neck. Words in a tongue not my own start to fill the page and crock from the darkness around me. Short tortured screams of the damned fill the room and the dark around me. My mind and ears do their best to block them out, to close my eyes and ignore all that is happening around me and to me. A flash of light and I awaken in bed drenched in sweat. Another nightmare has plagued me and taken sleep away from I for the rest of the night.Nightmare2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Diary of a Serial KillerI had a...a thought awhile back.Diary of a Serial Killer1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What if...we are just...thoughts?
Abandoned on the breeze like the echoes of a word of love unspoken...
What if we don't exist?
Then nothing would have any consequence...
I could do whatever I want.
And so I did.
And there are things worse than not existing.
Like existing, tortured by the demons of the wrongs I have committed.
And so now, as you read these words
I want to you to think...
What would you do? If you could do anything?
Untethered by what we define as possible, or moral?
What would you do with unlimited power?
I'm guessing it wouldn't be okay...
It wouldn't be 'acceptable'.
I thought that anyone would do what I did.
I was wrong.
I let out my depraved imagination in works of brutal, gory art.
How did I even get this power?
What caused my mind to warp to this extent?
It's this image I see in my head...it's me.
But I am taller. Handsome. Confident.
And this alternate version of me is looking into a mirror, and in the
College StudentsThey wake with the fall of the sun to drink and eat their fill and scream at the sky. They run wild, pleasuring themselves however they wish. Their racket is enough to stir the dead from their slumbers. Their lustful desires lie heavy in the air. Then, at the end of each night, with the rise of the sun, they screech their displeasure at the reddening sun and crawl back into their dens. Then they awaken and resume their normal lives, hating every moment of it, longing only to run wild and free once more.College Students1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Encroaching DarknessDark shadows hover on the edge of my periphery. My breath escapes me. Ragged sounds pierce the inky blackness curling all around me.Encroaching Darkness1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Who I am? Where am I? What has become of me?
A slight scratching sound filters through the darkness. It shifts ever closer, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise by the second. Though I cannot see what’s there, I know I’m no longer alone.
Something, or someone, is out there. It is waiting, watching, and eager to devour me. I can sense it. How, I do not know, but the anxiety that now surrounds me tells me so.
I scoot backwards, searching for something to lean against, but I find nothing. Instead, I find myself tumbling through a dark abyss, reaching out in search of something to hold on to.
My body spins around and around as I tumble through the air. Screams escape my lips as my hair whips into my face. I choke on the strands, trying to reach up to pull my hair out of my mouth.
The sudden momentum yanks my arms behind me. A loud crac