Singular Pandemic by C.S.Bailey
I am close to the end. I can feel death stalking me with my every wheezing breathe. Lying in my resting place, all wrapped up, I feel only cold. The medication didn’t help me at all; neither did the constant rain at work.
My life is nearly over, I am ready to go to my final resting place and forever be in peace from this infernal virus.
Soon, my wife comes into the room to say farewell.
“Goodbye my love.” I whisper sweetly.
She replies coldly, “Get out of bed you lazy bell end, you've only got bloody man flu.”
The Horror Hidden Deep Within by Nav Logan
It’s a terrible thing, to see that look in your loved one’s eyes. Emotions well up inside: Anger, embarrassment, sadness, horror.
You were just fooling around, trying to surprise her and make her laugh, so you thought you’d sneak up, or perhaps she was just distracted and didn’t hear your approach.
Suddenly, she turns around and you see the abject terror in her eyes. It lasts only a moment or perhaps for a few heartbeats, but it shocks you to the core.
Something … someone has implanted that terror in her and you are impotent to protect her from it.
Elvis Has Left the Building by Bryan Thomas
"Elvis is dead," said 8-year-old Emily.
"Elvis died years ago, sweetie," her father replied.
"Not your Elvis, 'my' Elvis."
"Oh, your chinchilla."
"You never liked him, did you, Daddy?"
"I'm not keen on pets that can shit their own body weight on an hourly basis."
Emily ran out of the room.
That afternoon family and friends were gathered around a rodent sized hole in the garden.
Pallbearers Lucy, nine, and Cressida, seven, lowered Elvis into the hole.
"Would you like to say something 'nice' about Elvis, honey?"
Dave ignored his wife's shark eyes. "Elvis... he came, he saw, he shat."
A NEW BEGINNING by Rick Haynes
The fairy smiled like a sun-kissed buttercup covered in dew drops. Her hair flowed around her body as she danced in the lowest branches of the weeping willow.
The mists of time needed to move on, to leave the snow and cold behind.
Singing softly into the gentle breeze her message of love would carry over the meadows and woods. The land would need to change and only she had the power.
She raised her arms.
“The dark days are no more. I command you all to embrace the coming of new life and new growth, for spring has come.”
Panic by D.S. Scott
I open my eyes and I can feel something’s wrong. It’s too dark. Panic sets in when I lift my head and hear it hit something hard. Then I hear the voices and crying. I yell out for help and the voices and crying stop. I hear footsteps.
“Don’t!” someone yells.
Someone cries, “He’s alive!”
A second set of footsteps approach and I’m blinded by light. Now I’m screaming in agony.
“No …” the man above me whispers.
“But …”
“But nothing …”
I stare in horror as he raises a stake and mallet.
“He’s dead … and he’s going to stay that way.”
Where the important things go by J.P.Royan
Quietly it entered through the cat flap. In the dark it sloped to the kitchen chuckling to itself. Head swivelling side to side it opened the drawer and poked around inside. Its face split with a smile, it found its quarry. Hand snapped back into a pouch hanging from its belt. "Time to leave" it hissed. Through the cat flap to the garden. "Back again tomorrow" it said to the garden gnome.
Gregory was up first. Leaning against the counter, kettle boiling. He then opened the cutlery drawer and scratched around inside. "Where the fuck are these tea spoons going"?
Stalling by Nicky D White
Hunkered down
Hiding away
Hoping no one sees you
Hoping no one hears you
You desperately try not to make a sound
Stifling any noise that your body tries to make
You shift uncomfortably
You’re filled with tension
Desperately wanting to relax
The door opens yet again
Someone else is walking in
But someone just left
You felt relief for just a moment
Let out a heavy sigh even
Only to hold your breath once again
But little do you know
Just how much we know
The stench catches our nose
As you hide down there in the poop stall.
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