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Short Stories & Flash Fiction from a London Based Writer/ Film Maker


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After Midnight

 

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When Charlie Ross complained that there was something creeping around his room at night, he was chastised by his son for trying to inspire guilt. Guilt for having moved so far away with his family. Charlie tried to protest his innocence. That at night he genuinely did see a shadow appear in the corner of the room, diminutive at first but growing into the shape of a small human in a short space of time. Always in the same corner of the room and always at the same time of night. Midnight. The routine was eerily predictable. Charlie would often cry himself to sleep, isolated as he was now that his son lived abroad. He would then wake, stirred by an unknown force in time to see it manifest, wandering his room aimlessly before directing its attention toward him. Prone as he was under the covers like a terrified child. His nerve broken he would turn on the bedside light as it reached for him, only for it to disappear.

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Ohaguro

“Well frankly I think this is absurd. I mean I’ve been here like ten times already and there was no problem then, was there? No. exactly. No problem with taking my money that’s for damn sure. So then if you agree with me then why in the hell am I still sat here?”

He speaks and she rubs her eyes gently as if they were at risk of popping.

“Fine, fine well then let’s get this over with, already.”

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How to Apply

The escalator was at least two hundred miles high. High enough that it pierced the fluffy white clouds like a needle pricks a balloon. High enough that icicles hung underneath at around sixty thousand feet and hail as big as tumbleweed would drop randomly from the sky onto the pristine metal steps. High enough that despite its firm structure the thing swayed in the turbulent winds of the stratosphere. An effect that had caused Dave to grip the golden handrail until his knuckles where white. He had been travelling now for seven days and did not want any mishaps to occur such as him falling off the side. The thought alone made him shake his head. He had come too far to have to start this journey all over again.
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