The LossThe Loss2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
George Ragan felt his eyes burning inside his head from the neon red light of the clock on the small beside table. He listlessly stared up at the ceiling, his sigh the only noise in his room besides the wheezing of a slow-moving ceiling fan.
He couldn’t remember the last time he slept well.
Every minute seemed to be moving like hours. The slowness was killing him. If he wasn’t going to sleep, he might as well get up and do something about it.
George shuffled bare feet across the dirty carpet of his apartment into his bathroom. The click of the light switch announced the blinding dullness of the fluorescent bulb. George looked at the array of crap littering his sink counter. Pills, empty cans, dirty tissues, wrappers, and shit. Some kind of liquid. George scrunched his nose up at the thought.
“Fucking slob,” he said shoving the mess into the floor.
On second thought, he picked up a random pill from the
Tell Me You Love Me [ England x Reader ]Tell Me You Love Me [ England x Reader ]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How have you been, love~?" England’s voice rang through [Name]’s head, causing her to briefly shut her eyes. He asked [Name] everyday how she was feeling, almost every time he saw her. Quite frankly, it was beginning to annoy her.
Ignoring his presence, she began to walk home. The meeting today had been especially difficult to sit through; all she wanted now was to sit down on her couch and watch some mindless TV, anything to calm her stressed mind and pounding headache.
"I’m fine, England." [Name] replied casually, not giving him the satisfaction of a more elaborate answer. His smile didn’t fade; Instead he continued to ask her his daily questions.
"What are you doing now, love?"
"Not seeing that frog Francis, right?"
"Or that bloody git Alfred?"
"Your house is here, right?"
Stunned, [Name] turned to face him. She was hoping that if she kept walking past her house, he would eventually get bored with her endless wand
26. ScreamShe saw the shadow of a figure out of the corner of her eye and turned to look outside at the foggy night. Out of the mist a pair of dull red, narrowed slits glared back at her. She paused in alarm for a moment, and blinking rapidly, peered more closely in case she really was losing it. Then she let out a piercing wail.26. Scream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All she saw were the eyes of whatever was out there, but that was impossible she told herself, she was seven stories high! A bone-chilling horror crept over her and she pulled the curtains tight, scrambling backward from the gleam of the unearthly eyes that should not be there.
Running to the bathroom in her little apartment, she threw the door closed and tried to collect her wits. Turning to draw herself a hot bath, she tried to forget all about her mind playing tricks on her, but the first thing she saw were the eyes.
They floated just outside her bathroom window in the chill night as if disembodied. She let out an earsplitting shriek and bolted towards the front door