Prima NoctaIt doesn't happen how you think it does.Prima Nocta6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You're probably strung out, ducked into the wrong alley to hit the pipe. It waited there, watching you, biding time until you were good and fucked before ripping a new hole in your throat. Maybe your thigh if it's in a rush. You spray out all over the wall, all over yourself, all over it. You just see yellow eyes, fucking foot-long tongue lapping you up, and then nothing.
But then, something. Maybe you smell dogshit, old take-out containers, dried-out tampons and whatever else people threw away along with you. You reach up and around, wipe the maggots off your face. You find a door up there, push it open. Daylight. It feels like a blowtorch on your hand, and you smell your skin bubbling away as the lid falls closed.
No, you didn't smell it. You tasted it. Tasted your skin burning, just like you're tasting this dumpster and the filth you're swimming in.
Maybe you sleep.
Maybe you wake up just in time to hear the truck grab hold of your roac
Flocking to the CarnivalA loud murmur had settled across the big top as voices echoed into Ringmaster's changing room. He didn't really need it of course, given the fact that he was mostly a gigantic puppet dressed in his namesake's clothing. The murderously childish entity hummed to himself as he carefully placed the white plastic coverings onto his eyes; the twirling red pinwheels blanketed by a derped out pair of googly eyes. He glanced into the mirror and grinned widely, happy with the new feather he had managed to pilfer and place into his hat, when a louder sound, this one more of a suppressed shriek, echoed into the room. Knowing precisely what was occurring, the Ringmaster turned, grinning as a taller figure stepped out from the writhing shadows on his wall. "Shepherd! How simply glorious it is to see you again!" The homicidal puppet reached out with his spaghetti-esque arms to ensnare th other entity in a hug, failing to notice that the Shepherd had moved out of the way.Flocking to the Carnival1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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.Nightmare1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Diary of a Serial KillerI had a...a thought awhile back.Diary of a Serial Killer16 hours 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
They Caught YouThey've caught you.They Caught You3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They've turned you.
You're one of them now.
You're bound to their world now. You can never leave.
You will live out the rest of your life in their world, as one of them.
Not a day will pass by that you won't miss your home and your old friends and family. You know you will never have a chance to see them again.
They will try to comfort you. They will try to convince you that being one of them isn't so bad. But it won't help in the slightest.
You are one of them now, and will be forever.
(Still image of you as one of them, looking very sad.)
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 Students18 hours 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 Darkness21 hours 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
PerceptionAmong the notes found belonging to T.J. Brimston, 1887Perception3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After so many fruitless hours spent ferreting away in the pigeonholes of half-forgotten manuscripts, neither peered at or nor recognised by the Library’s archivists, much less other pale, gaunt students of ancient writ—at last I have found the tome that will bring me recognition!
More than that, after so many solitary hours spent with the lamp turned down low and forgotten by the porters of the Library, who would have locked me in by turn of the skeleton key had I not awoken from my despondent slumber, I have found validation for my years of study! The environs of the Library have never been particularly healthful; our forebears would have accused the damp grounds of the old monastery, whose chapel now houses the Library, of possessing vapors and fumes, a miasma. Perhaps they were, in some queer fashion, correct, for there is a heaviness in the air here, especially in the corner I call my own.
Swallowing Shadows and Secrets“We’re waiting for you.”Swallowing Shadows and Secrets5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I close my eyes. How long has it been since I’ve gone to this place? How long has it been since I decided to show someone else the new interior of my mind? The theater is rebuilt. It’s been sitting here in the dust, gathering the shadows once more. But these are not outer demons which walk the halls. No, these are my own.
Which means I have everything to fear.
A person who is aware of their destructive element is twice as dangerous as the man who walks unaware. The man who is unaware doesn’t know the potential he has. He has never thought about the power he can unleash. But the aware man has. He has considered all the sadistically creative possibilities which exist within him. All it takes is a slight slip of his morals… and he can make a mistake; the transition into darkness.
I have been in the dark. I have created demons, destroyed men and women alike. I can be cruel, cold, efficient. There is a place in my heart that