The floorboard by the bed creaks. Soft footfall moves away, growing quieter and quieter until… Another creak. This one is more of a groan. A throaty groan that means they are at the door. There’s a hole there, maybe. A big hole that has…
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying it wouldn’t be me. Worrying didn’t help. It kept me awake. Made me worry more. What if this time I was infected?
You’re always saying I should have more confidence.
Thick fingers grip my throat.
“I’m going to find you and smash your skull in.” The call ended with a clatter. She didn’t have time to process what happened. The next customer was fed through the telephone and the call process started again.
It was a terrible decision to rent that place. The photographs mislead me. Dirty advertising tricks.
A couple of weeks ago I talked about my writery-woes and mentioned a contest I planned to enter. Well, I decided on a idea. Drafted. Edited. Drafted some more. Lost my confidence. Got it back again. Here’s a preview.
Here’s some more super short stories that didn’t fit with the others, because these ended up quite creepy!
These were inspired by the single-sentence/six word stories by other Wordpress users. They’re not quite six words, but I think they’re worth sharing. Enjoy!
She didn’t understand. He could see it in her face. The word as foreign as the concept. Freedomless.