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Two Sentence Stories (part 27)

Infections, illness, exposure – it’s amazing that what was once a death sentence in olden times are now barely an inconvenience. As the witch settled into a new town, she was glad that some solutions were forgotten over time. It made sense that the starving survivors on the raft agreed to draw straws to choose which of them to eat. After all, as long as they kept bleeding to a minimum, the meat…

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Habitual

It stands before the doorIt knows the rules, only fairIf she fails to observe itIt can begin to come upstairs She stands atop the landingLooking down at the front doorHer sight pushes it back into the frameLike it was never there at all It reaches over the bedIt knows these rules of hersIt can’t grab hands or hair or headBut anything else outside the covers She moves in her sleepHer foot again…

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Nice place. Are the floors overlay? OK. Is the sound of the heart constant, or does it only arise in your quiet hours to remind you of the weakest, most despicable moment of your life?

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Identified

The man stood in front of the double doors. Black t-shirt. Dark jeans. White joggers. Lanyard. Hand outstretched. “ID?” Both of the women were old enough that being asked for ID was a novelty, so they didn’t have their cards ready. After receiving them, the man began his scrutiny, using his phone torch to see them clearly. Their delight at being asked sharply dipped into annoyance as they…

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Off night

Baby is sick, so please enjoy these very cursed photos of a closed RMS

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Spoiled

Wyatt was a spoiled child. Every birthday party he attended, he blew out the candles. He threw a tantrum when he didn’t win a party game. When the host was opening gifts, his mother gave him a present so that he wouldn’t feel left out. She waves off concerns about her son learning to share, saying he could learn when he got older. The invitations quickly petered out, so Wyatt was excited when…

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Two Sentence Stories (part 26)

Clara performed the ritual over the unconscious man, commanding that a demon take possession of him and replace him entirely. It was her third attempt this week, each taking place after her husband drank himself to sleep. When an invitation says “no children”, it really does mean no children. I calculated the dosage specifically for the average adult. It was a pleasure to close the lobby doors…

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Scheme

“hey, it’s been a long time! How are you?” The message couldn’t have come at a better time for Jen. She had been looking through her list of contacts, wondering who she could talk to about her new vocation. Her friend Marnie introduced her to the organisation a month ago, and Jen had been able to name some small progress on her own, but it was impossible to gain recognition if you didn’t…

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In Growth

He’d been scratching at the spot all day. It was right below his jawline, amongst three days’ worth of stubble. It wasn’t very noticeable, just a small red bump, but it vexed him to no end. He’d gone to the bathroom twice at work hoping he could squeeze it, but it was yet to come to a head. He was tempted to buy tweezers from the chemist on his way to the station, but the idea of using the…

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A Shadow

She was alone at last. She made herself dinner, not realising her every move was surveilled. She took her plate to the lounge room and the figure darted from the darkness, snatching scraps left on the kitchen floor. She went to the bedroom and removed clothes that felt heavy with the day’s spent energy. Walking nude to the bathroom, she didn’t hear the figure slink behind her into the bedroom,…

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True horror

Sorry I didn’t post last night. I was sorting my family’s budget, which may be the scariest thing I’ve written

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Halloween dress

Sewed my spooky, pocketed dress for October. The pattern is so covered in creepy stuff that you can barely see the bow The pattern is Simplicity 9041

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Sacrifice

“you chose to get pregnant, you shouldn’t complain about it” “you should just be glad your baby is healthy” “you’re tired now? It’ll be ten times worse when he arrives!” It doesn’t matter how excited I am, my body still aches. It doesn’t matter how long I prayed for this, it’s frustrating to have to wake up multiple times a night to waddle to the bathroom It doesn’t matter what I sacrificed…

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Scarecrow

The scarecrow was the first change I made when I moved into my new home. I had no intention to maintain the vegetable garden my predecessor had cultivated, so why not cultivate friendship? It was heavier than I thought it would be, likely from the rain. As I stood on the ladder, hoisting the sodden body off the post, a saw the first crow land in a tree nearby. I don’t think they were ever scared…

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Memento Mori

She brought him a hot drinkto place among other cups,cold and filled to the brim.Easily distracted, despite reminders,he never drank enough to kill him She asked him to drive to the shopswhile she stayed late at work,to fetch dinner – maybe steaks.But he ordered deliveryand never noticed the cut brakes. She left him at home with traps on the stairs,trusting his inattention to not noticea…

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Instructions

Do you ever start a project, like cooking or sewing where you read the instructions, then forget them the moment you put them down? Confidently starting, then having to unfold the pamphlet, reopen the book, or pull the packet out from the bin? It’s incredibly frustrating, so this time, Theo concentrates. He cleans his hands, makes what little space he can on the table, and opens the book. He…

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Gardening

It’s been a busy day, so please enjoy these in-progress photos of pressure washing my garden

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