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.
On my way home I walked past the park, and the swing was swinging. It wasn’t windy, nor was there any construction taking place nearby. Nobody was sitting on it and yet it swung at fixed, regular intervals. On and on it swung. It felt wrong to keep looking at it, so I quickly hurried away.
I arrived home to my dark kitchen. I pulled the string to turn the light on, then started putting food away in the fridge from my bag. When I was done, I noticed the string for the light was still swinging. It had been a while since I touched it, and yet it was swinging at fixed, regular intervals. On and on it swung.
It appeared I had brought the thing home with me.