The Lunch Room

Two work-friends discuss the meaning of their work in a small room during the last minutes of their lunch hour. (300 words)

Sprint

The grey light of the corridor flickered for the briefest moment, confirming my fears.

They Call You a Demon

Lull me to sleep, devil man.

A Tale of the Turned – The Fable of Matthew & the Folder.

No one told Matthew that college was to be the way it was. From the reduced number of classes, to the increased number of stairs, he was never truly prepared for what was awaiting him; but this was a place of learning and young Matthew was going to learn – the hard way.

Denial

The metal stairs sing as I climb them in the dismal, grey rain…

Strawberry Farm – The Cautionary Tale of a Self-Aware Strawberry

The wind has started to pick up now, and it’s tugging on my stalk. I already feel weak from yesterday’s disinfection, I would’t be surprised if I fell into The Forest at some point today. Don’t think like that, you’ve already made it this far, not long left now.

Black Mass

I can handle the slight shiver down my spine as I turn a corner. I don’t mind a second glance at the end of the hallway. I’m all for a skip in my heartbeat when the floorboards shriek below me as I wander downstairs into the darkness.

Oversky

The stars are dripping onto me from above. We’re all together – the wind, the clouds – yet we all carry on, alone as we ever have been. We are not sad, despondent, or dejected. We are not happy, satisfied, or fulfilled. We just carry on.

Why?

I don’t know why I cried at Christmas dinner. Under the calm glow of trees and candles, I looked from my empty plate to the people around me; the welcome smell of cooked roasts reminding me of times once lived, yet never forgotten.

Heart Attack

‘Streams of blood and sweat washed through his fingers, painting the hand a glistening scarlet.’

Matthew

May all your expectations be low & your hopes high.

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