“What was that noise?” I said aloud, though I was alone.
I remembered I had left the screen door open. There is such utter peace when you live in the woods, away from most of civilization. But there is also a creepy feeling, knowing that your neighbors are so far away, and no one would be able to hear you scream. It’s why I was so terrified of home invasions.
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Did you ever wonder about the secrets she knows?
They say she has been alive for centuries, living deep in this forest. The forest is her only home, and she wanders day and night in her white dress with her gold crown. The pale skin, the long dark hair, the blindfold keeps us from seeing the eyes that would burn holes through us.
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You bring me these dead flowers, and I ask, why? Why do you come to this place, knowing the danger? Why do the stray dogs of the forest night terrorize us and not let us sleep, with their howling at the moon like wolves every night, feeding on the corpses of rabbits?
And yet, you seem so naïve. Did you not know that this world is forsaken now? When they dropped the bomb long ago, they killed beauty. Whatever innocence we had left died that day, and ever since, we wallow in our filth and spend each minute like it’s our last.
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“Look into the mirror,” she said. “What do you see?”
She was a strange woman, weirder than I usually go for. I didn’t know how to answer these random questions she asked me so often.
“Well, I see the sky right now because the mirror is pointed up.”
She turned the mirror toward me, still blocking her face.
“Wrong answer,” she laughed playfully.
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When was the last time I saw a man die? It was yesterday, in fact, right in front of my eyes. His head was blown apart, point-blank range, and I was about twenty feet away, watching the violence unfold. It was cold and gray that morning, but nothing else about what happened was unusual. This is the reality now.
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Ice-fire glow in Techno-City, left behind to die on the streets. Freeze out, no one cares about me in the gutter looking up at the brutal night sky. A price on my head for that grave mistake I made. The man with the laser eyes broke both my legs, kicked me into the street. Cold, misty rain falling, nothing to eat.
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I’ve been more active on Twitter lately, and I wanted to share some of the very short stories I’ve written on there. Twitter is fun, annoying sometimes, but mostly fun. As long as I don’t get sucked into the drama and political chaos of it. I use it to post my journalism from work, too.
I noticed many people writing short little fictions within the character limits of the platform, so I’ve tried my hand at it, as well. Most of them are decidedly dark and of the horror genre. Enjoy!
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The first thing I feel is the strange taste in my mouth. My mouth is dry, the taste is metallic like I have a mouthful of gold teeth. It feels like it’s bleeding. The room is completely dark; I can’t see anything. A humming noise rings in my left ear. I can’t move; I’m strapped down. But to what? I try to move my arms and legs to no avail. Even my head feels like it’s strapped down. The room smells musty and damp. I hear someone coughing, maybe in the room next to me.
“Hello?”
No one answers. I struggle to break free, but I’m strapped in tight. The ceiling must be leaking, I hear drip-drip-dripping. What the hell is going on?
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The gift comes in a pretty box with a red bow. A knock at the door, but there’s no one there when I open it. Instead, there’s a note that says, “With love, from Aunt Gloria.” Aunt Gloria has been dead for five years. It is windy and cold outside, the last gasp of a brutal winter. The slushed snow on the sidewalk is gray and black, disgusting remnants of a storm a week ago. I keep hearing whispers. I’m not sure if they’re in my head or in the house. I can’t make out the words.
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