fear – A.R.Frederiksen

FiftyWordStory #8

on July 21, 2017July 21, 2017 By A. R. Frederiksen

There is a hole in the wall. I don’t always see it, blinded by the sunlight from the window, but when you move, the light moving with you, I see that the hole is there – behind you, hidden, in the wall. For what it’s worth; do you see it, too?

SixWordStory #70

on April 28, 2017April 28, 2017 By A. R. Frederiksen 7 Comments

Falls through lake, exits through mirror.

FiftyWordStory #5

on March 11, 2017March 11, 2017 By A. R. Frederiksen

In precisely three hours, at two in the morning on the 6^th of January, he would no longer be the person that he had been his whole life – and maybe, the voice said in his ear, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, what with the amount of blood he had on his hands.