Empty Rooms
A 100 word short story
I am at my childhood home.
Not as it is now. How it was then.
She is with me. Holding hands.
My past and present collide.
I want to show her everything.
Even the most secret rooms of my heart.
Yet, as we walk down the hallway, past an ornate mirror, in its reflection, I am alone.
As always.
The scope of my loss laid bare.
A door opens and I see myself.
Eyes black as coal. Mouth frozen in a silent scream.
A cackling laugh echoes through the house.
My soul forever trapped in nothing but this empty memory.
So, haven’t got a clue about this one! This was based a dream I had the other night. I woke from it, grabbed my phone, made a note and immediately fell back asleep. When I looked the next morning this is what I had written. Hope you enjoyed it.
A special mention this week to who, as well as currently editing her upcoming novel, still had time to create these 10 fantastic horror stories in under three hundred words : -
If I had the skill to write one of these stories, never mind all ten, then I would be delighted! It’s wonderful to see micro fiction really having a moment here on Substack, and these creepy wee tales from Hanna are some of the best.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
" I woke from it, grabbed my phone, made a note and immediately fell back asleep. "
Keep doing that! It's great! :)
I think you should very much be delighted, Dan. Your ability to write horror/fantasy/drama/intrigue within 50-100 words is something that astounds me.
Love that you got this down from a dream right as soon as you woke up. I've been sleeping with my phone away in another room, to avoid any nighttime temptations of checking emails etc if I wake up in the middle of the night, but if there's one downside to that then it's the fact I can't easily scribble down thoughts/memories from dreams.