I broke into the old building’s basement to get out of the cold in and rain; a voice in the dark whispered “Get out.”
And I hissed back, “Make me.”
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
I broke into the old building’s basement to get out of the cold in and rain; a voice in the dark whispered “Get out.”
And I hissed back, “Make me.”
Then one day, the sun didn’t rise. Nor the next, nor the next, nor the next…
In Gabriel’s room there are dusty dark things lurking in the shadows, waiting for his mum to turn out the light. When the door closes they slink towards the bed, scurry up the legs and wriggle all over their giggling plaything
Down into the dark depths I swam, past wrecks filled with beckoning devils and lonely old ghosts, till I felt my lungs burn and my eardrums burst. I ignored the pain and reached towards the door, guided by the streaks of light that shone through its cracks.
Well, it wasn’t dinner at the Waldorf, but it was fine:
As far as last meals go, a 40 ounce beer, a bottle of barbiturates , maple spread on toast and a big bag of weed’s not all that bad.
The alien stunk like moldy old shoes and the gelantenous mass of its body quivered as it looked the boy over. Exasperated,Billy sighed “You said you were having me over for dinner so where’s the food?”
The kid charged up to the cash and jammed a .38 in the cashier’s face.
“Oh good,” said the cashier, his jaws unfurling, “Lunch is here!”
They gave me the wrong package when I left the cleaners.
I only realized after I’d opened it up to find my picture and a hit sheet with my name and home address.
It isn’t so much that I always wake up with a hangover and blacked out from a hard night of drinks and drugs that bothers me.
It’s that I always wake up.
“You should leave now” the little boy whispered as his body shook. “Not until I get what I came for” the crusty stranger rasped as the boy’s father’s scream echoed through the open basement door.
After a few hours of practice I went to pick up my boy at soccer practice today. He screamed at me but I managed to quiet him down with duct tape and some rope.
After a few hours of practice I went to pick up my boy at soccer practice today. He screamed at me but I managed to quiet him down with duct tape and some rope.
I crossed the road on a busy day and everyone questioned my motives.
Buk buk.
I dreamt I was killed; not by the ax she struck me with from behind but by the company of my unsound mind.
Fighting to shake the sleep off my skin, I clutched the dream catcher by the lining of the coffin where my headboard once had been.
Just as I was finished washing the dishes my daughter pulled on my yellow dress and beckoned me to follow her to her room. She still held tightly as I walked into the empty room, remembering that my daughter had died two weeks ago.
It was 3am, cold and dark, I walked to the kitchen for food. When I opened the refrigerator for something to munch… there was no food. AT ALL..
The other day while I was having sex, I think I accidentally said “Dad.”
My dad doesn’t like it when I call him that during sex.
I was alone cleaning in my house and on my way up the attic I heard a little voice saying, “take a break and let’s play.”
It was a hot summer day, I was at school working alone in my advisory classroom. It was so hot that I planned to open the windows til I have realized that there was someone behind the curtains.
The only thing that you’re aware of are these words in your field of vision; this will change as soon as you’ve acclimatized.
The upload was a success; your body died as your consciousness was transferred online.