Reflections: [WP] A short Horror story. Something to chill the bones in one hundred words or less.

Here’s the link to the subreddit where I originally posted this story

[I think I read a one liner with a similar concept somewhere]

3 am.

I’d finished using the loo and was heading back to bed when I caught sight of a dark figure staring at me from the end of the corridor.

I stood there, rooted to the ground.

I raised my right hand to the wall and it copied me.

I lowered my hand, it did the same.

I couldn’t stand it any longer and threw the lights on, laughing with relief as I stared at my reflection.

“Your mirror scared me babe” I said as I crawled under the sheets.

Jamie stared at me, confused.

“I don’t have a mirror.”

Leave no man behind: [WP] A short Horror story. Something to chill the bones in one hundred words or less.

Here’s the link to the subreddit where I originally posted this story

I’d promised to bring them back alive.

I broke that promise.

It wasn’t my fault; I tell myself, nobody knew that she was already infected when we picked her up. Cormac always had a soft spot for kids.

I did it myself.

I can’t forgot those accusing eyes, but he died a human, that’s what counts.

We reached the clearing, waiting in silence for extraction, 5 men with nothing to say.

“Chopper inbound.”

I looked at my men. “Number off from the rear” “one” “two” “three” “four”

From behind me came one more icy, rasping voice;

“Five. You….promised.…”

Ghosts of memories gone by: [CW] prompt below

Heres the link to the subreddit where I originally posted this story

The delight I in his eyes when he first saw me

The joy in his smile every time I passed by

I knew it was coming, they all said it was inevitable, but i’d hoped, dared to dream that against all odds we could keep it alive somehow, if I could just get him to remember the little things that brought us together. He didn’t care that I was too chunky, that I was way bigger than he was. That’s how I knew he was the one for me, the one who made me want to try no matter what may come.

What’s in a memory anyway, except what we choose to keep for ourselves?

He comes to me once more, a massive grin on his face.

I tell myself that this time, this time he’ll remember for sure, after so many failed, please oh please think back to the first time we met. Think about the first time we looked up to the heavens, all alone in our own bubble.

Think about how they said we could never make it together, how we were just too different, from too diverse backgrounds to make this happen. No matter how cruel time could be to us, I know it’s there somewhere.

He approaches now and says to me “Hey beautiful, have we met before?”

And my dreams are all crushed, once more.

A few seconds later, he comes back and repeats the same cheesy line, as if the previous encounter was but a fleeting memory to him.

Heavens above help me, for I know that he truly can’t remember, but that’s what happens when a koi falls in love with a goldfish

Here’s the prompt for this one, I didn’t want to spoil it by putting the prompt in the title. [CW] Write a moving story in which a goldfish is the protagonist. But if you didn’t read the prompt, you wouldn’t know.