RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however desperate she is, her wasted muscles threatening to fold. Her fragile fingers with their grey, unfiled nails fight with the stone sill to gain purchase and she sways, a stricken willow planted in her own filth.
"Let down your hair," he says.
Why won't he leave her alone? Why won't he go from here?! But still she mechanically heaves her co
Beautiful Creature"If you do not run," says the Wolf, "I will kill you."Beautiful Creature4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He is where two walls meet. He is coming towards her.
Little Girl sits on the sofa and doesn't believe him, watches him as he creeps across the carpet towards her, with his dirty claws, his filthy eyelids, slowly, deliberately, until he is face to face with her
she is face to face with him,
His breath is so hot, and pregnant with the dead.
Little Girl stares, suspended, into his eyes; she is clean, stupid, and does not know the colour of danger. His gaze is painting her with amber: she may soon be glued to the fabric, frozen like a spiderling from the past, preserved, preserved as a virgin, and surely she will go to heaven.
"You have not run," observes the Wolf.
Little Girl shakes her head. Her freckles are dot-to-dotting with the thick whiskers of his porcupine face. Already they are dancing.
The Wolf lays his great head in her smart lap. He rests before the hunt, and she reeks of nerves.
With a breath, L
Lonely ChildrenThey were gone. He was alone.Lonely Children4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had loved her obsessively since she first began to talk to him, using strange, soft sounds that he could not comprehend. With her help, he learned her language in painfully slow, short bursts; the first lessons were light, uncomplicated, filled with rewards of hard sweet biscuit each time he managed to copy vowel sounds. They were easy for him. All he had to do was to watch the a, the e and the i o u tumble from her mouth and catch them with his own. Gradually his imitations became less hesitant. Soon he could say her name. It became his greatest happiness.
Whenever he watched her during their lessons, he would wonder whether his face resembled hers. In all probability, he sadly concluded, it did not. She would not have screamed so hysterically on first seeing him if it did.
He learned that she, Miranda, was beautiful, that he, Caliban, was savage but clever. She was teacher, he was pupil, but pupil s
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The loading bar blinked at me. It had been stuck on that number for a good minute or so and I was getting sick to death of watching it, but what else could I do? It locked down my whole computer to do this, and my computer was my life. I'm a software technician for the government, you see. I'm working on this new top-secret project and they keep forcing security checks and updates on our systems every few hours. I can't stand it. There's nothing else to do here and with the computer locked down it's almost like being in purgatory.
We were recruited straight out of university, my fellow colleagues and I. Lured with promises of a big fat paycheck and free room and board. All the health benefits you could possibly think of. They forgot to mention that the 'free room and board' is provided in an underground facility. That's a secret too; even I don't know where I am. They blindfolded me to bring me here.
The paycheck was everything