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 had no umbrella prepared for the sudden spring storm. Reluctantly I took out the raincoat I’d bought on the way and hurried back, my eyes on the ground as I tried to avoid the large raindrops.
Suddenly, something wet splashed onto my face. It was like being slapped with an open palm, and in shock I stumbled. Confused, I grabbed whatever was stuck to my face and pulled it off. It was a long, white cloth. The strong winds had carried it, laden with water, right into my face.
My anger rose at this bad weather and bad luck combo. I threw the weird, dripping wet cloth down on the asphalt in a fit of rage. Instead of hitting the ground as it should have, it stopped in mid-air, and then with even more eagerness the wind carried it off behind a nearby building. I watched it go, dumbfounded, and then a famous yokai came to mind. I was filled with regret.
Just once, I wanted to try riding it.