Free Chinese Food - Short Story The alley was dim, but all the surfaces still somehow managed to shine as if they were wet. It hadn’t rained in weeks. Plopee stepped from the doorway into the alley. His shoe squished on the shinning street. With each step the street sucked at this feet. Well that was an odd night, he thought. The sign in front of the building proclaiming “Free Chinese Food” was strange as it was. The fact the building didn’t even look like a Chinese…
Feed the Mirror Mick shivered even though the air was full of warm mist. He pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out into the bathroom, glancing behind him. Ever since he came to this hotel he felt like there was someone just over his shoulder, watching. He stood in front of the small sink and looked at the mirror above it, frosted with steam. He reached out and was just about to wipe some of the steam away when he noticed a small line dragging along the mirror,…
The Secret Ingredient - Story Once upon a time in the village of Wattlebottom a small boy stood picking his nose. This was actually a rather regular occurrence. Everyday this same small boy stood on the same spot picking the same nose as he stared at the sweet buns glazed with pictures of dragons cooling in the baker’s window. He pulled his finger from his nose with a wet pop and held it aloft, a glob of green quivering on the end and catching the light in a color not…
The Gas Station Visit - Story Paul walked into the bathroom, squeezing his knees together. The door squeaked on rusty hinges as it closed behind him. The tile floor was stained in what looked like some kind of art project and reflected the buzzing, flickering lights above. Off to one side a row of dingy sinks sat below mirrors cracked and smeared with who knows what. He turned to the one wall-mounted urinal in the place but someone apparently thought it would be funny to…
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