I was on my way to buy milk when I decided to walk further. One block became two, and soon the apartment buildings cast long shadows across the sidewalks. At each crossing I felt compelled to keep going. I’ll know when to stop. Right?
Is this how people go missing?
Marinda Kotze writes microfiction when she is supposed to be writing a novel.
Lying on my bed I observe my breath to escape the images in my head.
But no matter how much I meditate an image always appears. It’s seductive, dangerous.
I can’t help but to persuaded by it into submitting to my compulsion, cry, and again try to escape it all
Matt Neputin is a recovering psychotic and psychology student who uses his past illness as inspiration to write creepy stories and sometimes even whole books, one of which he gives away for free on his website.