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Darkness
Two Sentence Stories (Part 18)
The teleportation experiment had almost been a complete success, with only one pressing issue. As he stared at his copy standing atop the other platform, he realised only one could take the credit.
There are no monsters underneath the bed. It’s too obvious: the best monsters take the place of pillows and blankets.
He had always made the most realistic shadow puppets, each creature coming easily to him. But as he created the outline of a dog to pretend to eat the spider on the wall, he felt a crunch between his fingers.
Guidance
This was not where Sara was supposed to go.
She had missed the turn, and her new GPS had told her to continue straight. Every time she glanced at it, there were no turns coming up.
She had entered the brightly-lit tunnel five minutes ago. There were no exits signposted, and no other cars in sight.
As she drove, the lights ahead turned on. Looking in her rear-view mirror, she saw that the lights in the distance seemed to be shutting off.
Sara looked again at the GPS. There was an alert, which she immediately swiped away.
DESTINATION NOT FOUND
There was a noise outside the car: a voice echoing.
“Accident ahead. Reduce speed immediately”
She began to slow, but a flicker caught her eye. The GPS was now a white screen with large black letters:
DO NOT SLOW DOWN
The voice came on again.
“Accident ahead. Please pull over.
Sara continued to slow down, notiving that the lights now turned on further in the distance, while the darkness behind her grew closer.
The GPS screened changed.
DO NOT PULL OVER
Sara gripped the steering wheel and sped up while peering ahead. If there was an accident, surely she would see emergency lights in the distance?
She looked down at the GPS
STAY IN THE LIGHT
“Accident ahead. Pull over immediately. Turn off your engine”
IT IS LYING
Sara sped up to stay in the light. The darkness was gaining despite her returning to her original speed.
DO NOT LET THE DARKNESS CATCH YOU
Sara focussed on the road for as long as she could, uncomfortable with her increasing speed, before glancing again at the GPS
IT CAUGHT ME
Excuses
I forgot to post last night. I went shopping for the first time in months and then assumed everything was normal and forgot.
I watched TV, tormented the cat and went to bed early. Please accept my apologies and these horrifying puddings
Mirror
Claire hated catching the lift alone: there was something off abput the mirror. Almost every time she entered, she found herself pausing, waiting for the figure inside the lift to exit, before realising it was her reflection in the mirror on the back wall. She supposed it was due to the light: it was just slightly too dim to make out any details. The mirror must have been tilted too, because the silhouette was slightly too tall and slightly too wide.
As she rode, Claire often found herself steadfastly staring at the door, aware that she had her back turned to an unfamiliar reflection.
It was always a relief when someone else was already in the lift. It gave her something to focus on other than her reflection.
That morning as Claire left for work, she was surprised to find that the inside of the lift was covered in tarp. Someone must be moving in, she reasoned. It would just be so terrible if that mirror got damaged. It was harder to reason why she could hear a gentle tapping behind the covering. It was seemingly in time with the lights flickering overhead. She exited at a sprint in almost complete darkness as the tapping grew more rapid.
Over the course of hours away from the event, Claire convinced herself that it must have been a loose clip from the tarp being knocked around as the lift moved.
There was someone in the lift when Claire returned home from work. As a matter of habit, she kept her eyes on the floor and shuffled in. She was surprised to find that the figure moved aside for her. Of course, she remembered, the tarp was still covering the mirror.
They stood in silence for a moment once the door closed, when Claire realised that she hadn’t pushed for her floor. She stepped around the figure and pushed for her floor. As she shuffled back into the corner, she realised that the person in the lift had not already selected a floor. They stood in silence as the lift slowly began to move.
Claire pushed herself into the corner and tried to listen for the tapping. She found herself hoping that the light would flicker and the noise would begin again, so she would have a witness.
The figure laughed quietly.
“It’s gone now”
The voice was raspy and quiet
“What is?” asked Claire
“The thing behind the tarp. You can see it yourself: it’s not there anymore”
Claire was immediately grateful that the mirror had been removed, but as she moved the tarp aside, she saw its reflection move as well. What she didn’t see was her hand moving it.
As Claire stood, staring at a mirror that no longer showed her reflection, she saw a shape behind her. A silhouette that was slightly too tall and slightly too wide.
Wedding Cake
Yesterday was going to be my wedding day. It’s now the third time that it was cancelled.
To celebrate (?) I ran a poll on facebook for what kind of unwedding cake I should make. The top result was to ask my mum for the worst components. She sent me pictures of a shark cake, poop emoji cake, and mould. Here we are.
Wedding
I was supposed to get married today. For the third time.
I just need one day’s break.
Egg
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Growth
It was a disgusting habit, but Renee just couldn’t help it as she clicked on the next video.
There was something inherently satisfying in watching popping videos. Seeing people evicting the parts of themselves that were not meant to be there. As a result, Renee often found herself looking resentfully at her own growth.
She was certain she’d seen every video available online in just the last few weeks, watching them under covers so that the roommate lying next to her wouldn’t see. Renee knew she would be upset and repulsed.
Still, she needed to see more. She watched more serious removals. People gouging out larger pieces and repairing the patches left with stitches or filling them with superglue. Salving pieces until the flesh burned and pucks fell out. Her roommate noticed how tired Renee looked, but when she claimed to be feeling fine, her smile was very convincing.
Eventually she found herself watching surgery videos. People had operated on themselves before, in desperate circumstances: caesareans and appendectomies in remote locations with no other options. She felt along the edge of her growth and made a decision. She began gathering the necessary materials in secret.
The hard part was making sure that her roommate wouldn’t disrupt her. A blow to the head sorted that easily.
With all the tools at her disposal, Renee looked at the flesh that connected her to her growth, which was now mumbling as blood pooled from her head.
It didn’t matter what the doctors had told them. She could do this, she repeated as she made the first cut.
Two Sentence Stories (Part 17)
Though he would never tell her out loud, he was certain that his wife’s book needed some drama to spice it up. As he scrolled through her phone’s contacts, he thought carefully about which character’s death would make her autobiography more interesting.
It was a terrible accident, everyone commiserated, but at least some good had come of it. After months of encouraging her son not to wear his helmet, he had finally been injured badly enough that she could tell the doctors to transplant what was needed for her favourite child to live.
There was someone breathing quietly under the bed, he realised as he shakily pulled out a pocketknife. He had thought this house was empty when he broke in, but was willing to put in the work to get a quiet night’s sleep.
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