Trick or Tweet Stories

Sitting down, he began to tell his girlfriend about his day; she listened patiently, her lifeless, glassy eyes staring.

I woke in the middle of the night and felt my dog jump onto the bed; felt her breath and her… scaly skin…

She woke up to find the empty apartment littered with Polaroids of her, asleep…

He had always loved his mother dearly and, after her death, he found comfort in her familiar but cold embrace…

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door…

Terrified, I snapped the bolt across and ducked under the covers. Then a voice said; “Now we’re both locked in for the night…”

He looked down at his shadow. He could feel the cold biting at his ears. He looked at his shadow again; it wasn’t the cold…

She shuffles through the leaves, holding the small hand by her side. But the hand is cooling now and it still drips…

He tripped and fell, the contents of his pack emptied out; his late wife lay in bloody pieces, strewn across the floor.

In the dark ~ Naomi mistook ~ a shard of glass ~ for her contact lens

She woke from a disturbed sleep and stared, shivering, at the writing on her wall; “You are so beautiful when you sleep.”

As he raised his hand to hit her she put a bullet through his head. Then she sat by his body for a while, until it stirred…

I smile when I arrive home and hear my wife singing to our baby upstairs. Then she texts me: “I’ll be home late; traffic.”

“Do you love me?” Said the figure with outstretched arms, shuffling out of the dark hallway, wearing the skin of his wife.

The gentle night breeze briefly blew the curtains open, revealing a pale face peering in through the open window…

As he climbed the stairs, he glanced at the reflection in the window… and caught a glimpse of something just behind him.

He woke to the baby’s cry & the memory of his wife. The wail stopped & he smiled… until he saw who was nursing the baby.

As he fell into the water of the old quarry he saw, just under the surface, hundreds of eyes, black and wide with hunger…

Father was a butcher and very good at it. She learned early on not to get attached, but she did love to hear them beg…

A tweet from an old friend. He smiled and replied. He Googled him. A chill ran up his spine. His friend died last week.

I feel a solid wall above me, below me and all around me, now the sense of panic rises uncontrollably…

She slowly entered the kitchen, breath condensing and heart pounding; she heard a scratching… it was the cat trying to get in.

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