By Laura Amey
It was eleven o’clock and Sasha was barking again. Sasha always barked at eleven o’clock.
Every. Damned. Night.
Mark groaned and threw a pillow over his head, muffling the sound. There was no point getting out of bed to shut her up. Once she realised she was chasing nothing more than shadows on the walls, she would quiet down, just like she always did.
Sasha didn’t quiet down. She got louder.
Mark threw the pillow away with a growl. ‘Will you be quiet, you stupid bi—’
Dark claws ripped deep into his chest. The shadows were no longer on the walls.
I love this! So dark and well written.
Thanks, Thomas 🙂
Ha! I love a dark twist in a micro fiction.
“Dark claws ripped deep,” so good!!!
Super cool, this is why you gotta trust your pet in these situations
They always know best.
Nice dark twist. Should’ve paid attention to Sasha. Well done.
Great story.