To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.
I woke up.
I thought this time might be different, but I was wrong. It was the same old morning as usual.
“Morning! You’re up early.”
My father’s voice rang out as I went downstairs. Just like always. The announcer on TV was reading the news. I had it memorised by this point.
Same old, same old day.
Yesterday—well, in reality, it was probably several months ago—I was living a terribly normal life. Nothing special ever happened. But somewhere along the line, time seemed to screw up.
I had repeated the same day over and over and over, countless times. When I fell asleep or lost consciousness, I always woke up to the same morning. I was like a hamster in a wheel. Around and around and around. No matter how much time passed, it was always the same. I never got anywhere.
I enjoyed telling people what was to come for about half a month, but everything other than my own memories always reset, so the fun was ripped out of everything. It would be easier if my memories went too.
Two days ago I finally decided to kill myself. But that didn’t help either. Why is everything like this? I don’t understand how it happened. Why?
It just keeps going around and around, the same old day. If there is a hell on earth, this is it. What should I do? What on earth can I do to end this day?
Someone, please help me.