Some Twitter Microfictions

I awaken to frantic birdsong, alone in the woods. Evidence of a satanic murder, but no memory of last night. Trees soaked in blood and tar. A dismembered body that has my face. It’s then I realize the out-of-body experience, the #hell I now reside in.#vsshorror #fiction 💀

— Nick Pip (@Easy_Tiger2) April 17, 2022

Locked in the tower. Solitary confinement. The sky is bleeding and so are my eyes. I’m withered, starving. Hallucinations began recently, red eyes shining in the darkness. Death will be here soon, and it will be bittersweet and welcome.#vsshorror #fiction #vssdaily 💀

— Nick Pip (@Easy_Tiger2) April 18, 2022

The clocks moved backwards in the cathedral. Friar Thomas knew what this meant, his prayers were answered. Time to open the Gate of Salvation and let the freak-children out. They would tell him about all his sins and give him mercy, if he was worthy enough.#fiction #vss

— Nick Pip (@Easy_Tiger2) April 17, 2022

The ageless monk wanders the forest at night, talking to the animals like St. Francis. They tell him that nature is cruel, much more cruel than the human community. He sleeps with Forest God, the bringer of death salvation. He weeps with the faery folk, the tricksters of magic.

— Nick Pip (@Easy_Tiger2) April 16, 2022

Her posion-laced kisses were delicious. Black lipstick and black lace, a basic goth girl, or so I thought. Before she left, she told me she'd put a spell on me. I thought it was a joke, until I saw her in every passing face and she killed me in my dreams.#vsshorror 🖤

— Nick Pip (@Easy_Tiger2) April 16, 2022

Trees disintegrate in Japanese suicide forests. Serial killer romance and blood stained love. The moon tumbles down onto the fields and I wake up in a place familiar yet distant and dark. Deja vu in the shadow skid row city alley. Time to say good night to God. #vsshorror

— Nick Pip (@Easy_Tiger2) April 16, 2022