Tag: Horror

100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Finale)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Five)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Four)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Three)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part One)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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Super Annoying Supervisor

I swear to God, if you don’t get the fuck away from me, I’m going to do something you’re gonna regret.

I tried my best not to pay any mind to the dancing man at the end of the aisle. Taking my time restocking the shelves with brand new wine bottles that arrived today, each bottle clinking as the glass hits one another, I made it my mission not to give this man any of my time or attention when I was actually trying to work.

* * * * *

I sped down the bustling city streets at twenty miles an hour on my electric scooter, making sharp, hard turns onto new streets and even more traffic, openly ignoring red lights if I knew I’d make it, and yelling at pedestrians to move when they proudly stood in the bike lane. Along the way, while I stopped at a red light that was too packed with cars to pass, I chatted with a biker. Turns out he was preparing himself for the upcoming city triathlon, and that he was biking for the last two hours nonstop.

He pointed down and my eyes followed, noticing his bulging thigh resting on the bike peddle. My eyes widened when I saw the massive vein protruding from the side, ready to burst if I poked it with my fingernail.

“Well goddamn,” I said in awe. “This must what the body looks like when you’re training for something so intense.”

The man laughed with pride, flexing his thigh, “Two-hour bike rides every day for the last seven years. My legs are more ripped than a body builder’s arm.”

It looks like it’s filled with more steroids, too, I thought.

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100 Word Story – Death in Moonlight (Finale)

The constant struggle of one’s life is the constant fight for their life. Whether it’s the search for the most luxurious of items to ease their pain, removing poison from a deadly creature to eat for sustenance, or on the literal brink of death from injury, a person’s life is always fighting for something.

In this case, these women were trapped in a horrific game where there was only one prize at the end. They would have to use every tactic they could, avoid any threats, and fight as they tried to escape with ultimate prize: their lives. The faintest slip of the finger, a single misstep, or making the slightest of noise would bring disaster upon them.

Will they be able to escape…?

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100 Word Story – Death in Moonlight (Part Six)

The constant struggle of one’s life is the constant fight for their life. Whether it’s the search for the most luxurious of items to ease their pain, removing poison from a deadly creature to eat for sustenance, or on the literal brink of death from injury, a person’s life is always fighting for something.

In this case, these women were trapped in a horrific game where there was only one prize at the end. They would have to use every tactic they could, avoid any threats, and fight as they tried to escape with ultimate prize: their lives. The faintest slip of the finger, a single misstep, or making the slightest of noise would bring disaster upon them.

Will they be able to escape…?

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100 Word Story – Death in Moonlight (Part Five)

The constant struggle of one’s life is the constant fight for their life. Whether it’s the search for the most luxurious of items to ease their pain, removing poison from a deadly creature to eat for sustenance, or on the literal brink of death from injury, a person’s life is always fighting for something.

In this case, these women were trapped in a horrific game where there was only one prize at the end. They would have to use every tactic they could, avoid any threats, and fight as they tried to escape with ultimate prize: their lives. The faintest slip of the finger, a single misstep, or making the slightest of noise would bring disaster upon them.

Will they be able to escape…?

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100 Word Story – Death in Moonlight (Part Four)

The constant struggle of one’s life is the constant fight for their life. Whether it’s the search for the most luxurious of items to ease their pain, removing poison from a deadly creature to eat for sustenance, or on the literal brink of death from injury, a person’s life is always fighting for something.

In this case, these women were trapped in a horrific game where there was only one prize at the end. They would have to use every tactic they could, avoid any threats, and fight as they tried to escape with ultimate prize: their lives. The faintest slip of the finger, a single misstep, or making the slightest of noise would bring disaster upon them.

Will they be able to escape…?

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100 Word Story – Death in Moonlight (Part Three)

The constant struggle of one’s life is the constant fight for their life. Whether it’s the search for the most luxurious of items to ease their pain, removing poison from a deadly creature to eat for sustenance, or on the literal brink of death from injury, a person’s life is always fighting for something.

In this case, these women were trapped in a horrific game where there was only one prize at the end. They would have to use every tactic they could, avoid any threats, and fight as they tried to escape with ultimate prize: their lives. The faintest slip of the finger, a single misstep, or making the slightest of noise would bring disaster upon them.

Will they be able to escape…?

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100 Word Story – Death in Moonlight (Part Two)

The constant struggle of one’s life is the constant fight for their life. Whether it’s the search for the most luxurious of items to ease their pain, removing poison from a deadly creature to eat for sustenance, or on the literal brink of death from injury, a person’s life is always fighting for something.

In this case, these women were trapped in a horrific game where there was only one prize at the end. They would have to use every tactic they could, avoid any threats, and fight as they tried to escape with ultimate prize: their lives. The faintest slip of the finger, a single misstep, or making the slightest of noise would bring disaster upon them.

Will they be able to escape…?

Continue reading Death in Moonlight Part Two