Micro-Fiction – 8

The child was terrified. It had been his first day at school. All he said was, the teachers taught him how to kill and bury other kids.

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She’d been engrossed in a book when the door opened. She saw no one. The power went out. An axe fell, neatly slicing the skin off her face.
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Why did she wake up feeling exhausted? She was sweating. It was still dark outside. She saw a shape… And her door closed behind it.
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It was always a different nightmare. But she’d always see rows of marching crows and a grave. Perhaps it was the same nightmare.
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The clothes were uncomfortable. But after spending such a long time in a strait jacket, she didn’t really wanna complain about jeans.
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On the outside, it was a silent grave. But you could feel the turmoil within; of an unhappy soul trying hard to break through.
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It seemed strange to him that she spoke to a mirror every night. Stranger still that she hadn’t aged a bit in all the years he’d known her.
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Frantic, she scraped the peeling paint. Her nails chipped and her fingers bled. At last she found the counter curse underneath.
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Captivity is a strange thing. Hunger is a stranger thing. A couple of days without food, and I didn’t mind eating my only friend.
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I had that dream again when I felt darkness around me, and when I tried to touch my eyes, there were only hollow, wet sockets there.
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I had that dream again where there was a dead spider in my soda can and I drank it up…
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I had that dream again where I had to kill my dog because he and the neighbor’s Chucky doll began to talk to each other.
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I had that dream again, where you got up from where you lay buried; decayed skin covered in dirt, you appeared at my doorstep.
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This was paradise, he thought. So many drifting hearts in a river of black blood, to eat and drink to his heart’s content.
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Alright, who thought it would be funny to gift me a bloodied skull on my birthday?!
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“Excuse me, I’d like to return this pizza. I don’t remember ordering one with crawling white worms and fungi as toppings.”
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The demons appeared.
Cruel laughter,
Upon her broken soul
Through every crack
Poisoned blood oozed
Through her silent grave.
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Moonbeams fell upon her. Her thoughts began to transform. Hunger for human flesh pushed her on. Incidentally, it was Friday the 13th.
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She couldn’t handle the breakup. Before drinking the poison,she chopped each of her fingers,then her toes and feet,and mailed him the box.
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She listened to those tunes again, violent thoughts entering her mind. They found another body that night, the headlines said the next day.
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Across the street, there were no houses left. Just rubble – that was being sucked into what looked like a black hole. Too close.
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Near the horizon, they saw black smoke. It seemed to be approaching fast. “The sky is falling!” she was scared. “Perhaps, literally.”
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The crescent moon mocked her. She taunted it back. In anger it sliced through the clouds and pinned her against the door in a choke-hold.
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The spirit walked around the house,looking at the flowers and the sky. No one had told him everything appeared bluish after death. Sigh.
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It may have been the sea playing tricks on her at night. But she could’ve sworn it was a hand that her gripped her throat briefly.
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“Who are you?” she asked the darkness. “Your worst fear.” said a hoarse whisper. The walls of the asylum echoed with her screams.
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“I’ve seen enough; nothing can scare me anymore.” It was her last thought before the last star in the sky crashed to the burning ground.
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I looked into the eyes of the messenger. “The world will burn.” “No one ‘ll believe me. They call me insane cos I talk to wolves,” I said.
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After all they’d been through together, it seemed strange to leave. But he was a demon. She didn’t even know she had fed him blood.
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There was always something about her that made people point and laugh. But they didn’t know about the brews she was concocting secretly.
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Opening grandma’s secret closet was a bad idea. Dragons are real, apparently. Violent pets, I tell you! One just roasted me to ashes.
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The body was discovered on the shore three days later, eyes nibbled by fish,a trident through her neck. Neptune didn’t like being angered.
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A hundred snakes slithered in all directions. And yet, she would prefer being bitten by one and dying, than facing the other side.
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She sat at the window,feeding her new born baby. The child’s eyes glowed red. He was being fed with the blood of his father’s mistresses.
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