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Eyes Are The Windows. Content Warning.
November 1st, 2088 2:00 pm Psychiatric Medicine Convention Conference Room 205 “Colleagues, I am honored to be here today to present the results of our decades long study into the depths of the human mind. Before I walk you through the study methodology, I need to set the scene,” the scientist said in a dramatic stage voice.
By Donna Renee2 years ago in Fiction
Fear is a game...
The following micro fiction was written in response to the Mother Combs Campfire Challenge. Write a horror story within 75 - 250 words. You can find all the details here.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Stick 'em up
Connor trembled. Until this very moment, he’d never considered the difficulty of staying perfectly still. As he stared down the barrel of the gun it became abundantly apparent. His hands shook as he fought the urge to wipe away the sweat stinging his eyes.
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Fiction
The Moxies
Wind feathered Megan's hair as she pedaled her Red Rocket bicycle. Closing her eyes, she threw her hands out like Kate Winslet on the bow of the Titanic. Blinded, she missed the brick in the street. Physics ruled, and her body sailed over the handlebars. Skidding across the pavement, she slammed into a mailbox post. When her vision cleared, three children encircled her, staring. They were the new kids on the block.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Squad 156. Content Warning.
To set the record straight, I signed up for this. The uniform, the drills, the sleepless nights, I willingly volunteered. I knew my life would end the day I entered the Academy. I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.
By Ahna Lewis2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Australian Novel
I walked home from school, our most recent history assignment churning in my mind, like a dairymaid from Convict times, or pre-Federation, making butter.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
the priest
Stained glass draws patterns onto the floor that dapples the wood and directs the eye to where the pews sit battered, old and scratched, cushions faded by decades of kneeling. Book pages are yellowed and most of them stick together. The age of the church hangs in the air, in the particles of dust, in the sunlight that tentatively makes its way through the large windows.
By Amelia2 years ago in Fiction
It Rained On Stoker Street
Chauncey had a shot. That’s what the small, typed letters on the paper implied at least. Brown eyes lifted from the stained paper and over to the coffee-coated hands of the stranger who had given it to him. They narrowed beneath the fringe of loose, black curls going wavy and droopy underneath the oppressive humidity.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
The Eldritch Gentleman’s Club
Reginald, Bartholomew, and Theodore were three wealthy friends whom every night would meet in Reginald’s posh mansion for coffee, tea and crackers. At least that’s how their meetings started. They went by Reggie, Bart and Theo for short.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Blue. Content Warning.
Read these first: Red Orange Yellow Green Six months after the funeral The blue couch sinks under my weight as I adjust my body again, trying to find some sort of comfort. The woman, unfortunately, focuses on watering her jungle of succulents rather than on me. Otherwise, I could blame my growing anxiety on the weight of her stare and not on what she just asked me.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Out Of The Looking Glass
The first mirror was an antique, something that Miriam had found when she first moved into this house, covered up by a sheet and thick layer of dust. The second mirror was from Ikea. Brand new, very minimalist, nothing to stand out next to the ornate, hand-carved frame of the antique. Which, of course, was the entire point. The idea for the piece had seemed to spring to Miriam’s mind as soon as she had found the old mirror. The old reflecting the new, the past contrasting with the present and vice versa. If she could get the angles right, it would make for some great photographs.
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Fiction
Sello
On the 13th of August, when everything seemed normal, my sister placed a pregnancy test in front of me. We were going back and forth, the truth refusing to ever leave my mouth and when it finally happened - when it was finally revealed, my world changed forever.
By Ofentse🌸2 years ago in Fiction