My friends and I were terrified to find out that our friend had died mysteriously while staying in an abandoned house near our broken down car from our trip to the cabin. I heard them arguing from the kitchen as I went to get water to calm us down and I assured them that they would be safe as I poured the fine white powder into their drinks.
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My friends and I were terrified to find out that our friend had died mysteriously while staying in an abandoned house near our broken down car from our trip to the cabin. I heard them arguing from the kitchen as I went to get water to calm us down and I assured them that they would be safe as I poured the fine white powder into their drinks.
Send Help
My friends and I were terrified to find out that our friend had died mysteriously while staying in an abandoned house near our broken down car from our trip to the cabin. I heard them arguing from the kitchen as I went to get water to calm us down and I assured them that they would be safe as I poured the fine white powder into their drinks.
Send Help
My friends and I were terrified to find out that our friend had died mysteriously while staying in an abandoned house near our broken down car from our trip to the cabin. I heard them arguing from the kitchen as I went to get water to calm us down and I assured them that they would be safe as I poured the fine white powder into their drinks.
Send Help
My friends and I were terrified to find out that our friend had died mysteriously while staying in an abandoned house near our broken down car from our trip to the cabin. I heard them arguing from the kitchen as I went to get water to calm us down and I assured them that they would be safe as I poured the fine white powder into their drinks.
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Her arms crossed and her brow furrowed, he sat in a room full of strangers introducing themselves. She thought “should I use my real name?”
i-290
He drove with his left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand rested on the center console. She moved her hand towards his, but everytime he put his hands back to 10 and 2.
The MB Lounge
In the parking lot outside of the gay bar he struggled to stand up straight. He leaned against a car, his cheek aching and his lip bleeding.
The MB Lounge
In the parking lot outside of the gay bar he struggled to stand up straight. He leaned against a car, his cheek aching and his lip bleeding.
The MB Lounge
In the parking lot outside of the gay bar he struggled to stand up straight. He leaned against a car, his cheek aching and his lip bleeding.
Two Sentences, Mat
My name is Mathew Ferguson and I’m a freelance writer and editor from Melbourne, Australia, who, a few years ago, started writing two sentence stories as a writing exercise; and once I hit some 17,000 words of stories I decided I should probably publish them somewhere and get other people to submit their own. I love ultra-short stories (check out the links for other cool sites focussed around the super short story).
Ghost Guitar
The guitar case lay open, a dollar bill lining the padded case; the guitar was no where near the case. The guitar was as far away from the case as possible; hiding in the attic, not wanting to be played ever again.
The Lost Things
The cat came out of it’s hiding place, where it waited, perched on the bookshelf; waiting for it’s owner to take that one book from the shelf, so the cat could jump back into the book and start all over again. Only, the cat didn’t want to leave this place.
Broken Record
I decided to put on a record while I worked. When I stopped working, the record was spinning, but the needle remained still, not a scratch on the record, even though it had been played many times before.
As Seen on T.V.
When a snow plow buried her son during the night, the boy’s only thought was to arch his back to compress the snow above him, like in the movies, and then wiggle thru the snow at his feet where it was the thinnest; and then he would run home in tears, having narrowly avoided a wintery grave, and cry about his ordeal in his mother’s arms, and receive hugs and kisses and hot chocolate afterwards. That was the boy’s only thought.
Sleepy
I had hiked through the old woods all day and was tired. As I closed my eyes a little arm slipped around me; “Good night, Daddy,” my son said to me — then I realized I had come hiking alone.
Lovecraft
Though no rain fell outside the castle walls, thunder cracked and rumbled across the heavens; and through the haze of his drunkenness the little prince spied a forest, dark and heavy, the wind touching his skin for the first time; and he followed the path thru the woods to a village where laughter and the clinking of glasses drew him to a small tavern. Screams filled the air as patrons ran in fright; and in a dark corner of the room the prince saw the hulking and deformed shape lying in wait in the shadows—it bore the face of the creature that stalked the hills, that froze men in their skin and turned hair white—which was staring back at the prince with wild, seething eyes—grinning with malevolence it was the face of evil… the face of wickedness… the face in the mirror… the prince’s own reflection.
If Only Once
The first time I watched you read this two sentence story, with your eyes focused and your lips pursed in concentration, anticipating the twist at the end… I restrained myself, because I knew you were the one for me; and I chose not to approach you when you were struggling thru the middle of this story, wanting desperately for the ending to be fantastic: and I saw the makings of a gratified look spread across your face when you continued on to the end of the story to discover that you and I come together, finally… and that the love we have has always been, as I have idolizing from afar—your brilliance, the way you write, and that face you make when you’re scared. I have stood and waited many nights just to catch a glimpse of you… but, again, I did not approach… each time thinking how lovely it would be to caress your shoulder… to touch your hair… to kiss lightly your neck… if only once.
August 1888
Stealthily, the phantom moves thru the streets of Whitechapel, coveting that which he sees. And that which he sees… is plentiful.
Interruption
With sweat starting to form on my forehead on this hot and humid evening, my concentration on this passionate embrace was broken when my spouse squealed in delight: “Oh Dean!” Who is Dean?