Scary Stories in the Dark

The following conversation occurs in absolute darkness.

TC: And then, she poured boiling water directly into my mouth!

[Gasping in unison]

PC: No!

DC: She didn’t!

TC: She did.

B: They all do. They’ll drown you in water so hot, it’ll peel the enamel off.

TC: [To PC] Or melt you. [To DC] Or leave you to slowly fall apart.

PC: No, no, they can’t!

TC: They will.

DC: Not to us! We’ll run away.

B: [With a mocking laugh] How? We’re trapped here.

DC: They have to open the door sometime. We’ll make a run for it!

PC: But where will we go? We-

TC: Hush! They’re coming.

A sliver of light appears and then widens as the door opens. The camera angle changes, showing a hand reaching into a cabinet of dishes. From the top shelf, a plastic cup and a dixie cup topple over the edge. The human looks startled, shakes her head, and tosses them in the trash. Then, she takes out a plate and closes the cabinet, returning the screen to darkness.

TC: [Laughing] Works every time.


Breaking Ground

Rustling grasses
Break the quivering silence
Then fade in the roar


Not a Battle

Not a battle but a slaughter
Limbs and pieces
Scattered across the field
In careless piles
While the survivors endure,
Slashed but standing,
Leafless and deformed,
As the attackers move on.


Time off Work

Finally!
Time off work –
A few hours free
For all that needs done
For me.


A Question of Happy

Is it the drinks?
The board games?
The football?
Is it the gifts?
The cake or cards?
Friends or family?
A bit of each?
Or none at all?


Vocation

Very rare
Occurence where someone
Cares about their work
And wants to do it
To fulfill an inner need
Instead of picking a career
Out of those reachable by income and
Necessity: A Calling


A Choreography of Sound

Her fingers don’t race across the strings –
They dance.
First allégro, with forceful, staccato beats
Of hammer-ons and pull-offs.
Then, lyrical, sliding smoothly
And gracefully from note to note
And chord to chord in a ballet
Of highs and lows, building
To dramatic catharsis:
A choreography of sound.


The Wall Sighs

Like a tired old man,
Leaning to conserve his strength,
The wall sighs away.


6 Word Short Story: Pets

“No! My foot is not food!”


To Plan

Putting it together,
Lining it up,
And weighing
Needs against hopes.