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… Continue Reading “Pretending To Sleep”
The heat clung to my throat, suffocating me, and the fear…
You’re always saying I should have more confidence.
“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.
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!
She didn’t understand. He could see it in her face. The word as foreign as the concept. Freedomless.
He’s coming. He won’t stop until he has her.
There was once a town that disappeared at night. Not literally, of course, but the truth was just as strange – the town emitted no light. There were no street lamps, traffic lights, and certainly no TVs or smartphones. Strangers driving past in the dark didn’t know there was a town there at all.
Charlotte wondered if it was possible to reconcile after a betrayal. When Emma proposed they meet at a bar, after years of silence, it was tempting to ignore her. But she was curious – could old friends reconcile?