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 was walking down the night road, typing a reply on my phone when I heard footsteps behind me. They were accompanied by systematic breathing, so I assumed it was a runner. I stepped to the side of the footpath so they could easily overtake me.
The footsteps from behind caught up, passing by my side and finally in front of me. I suddenly felt eyes upon me, so I looked up.
Our eyes met. The man had a gentle, smiling face.
I could see his back as he ran effortlessly, his feet propelling him forward. He proceeded ahead, getting further away from me as he ran. Yet his face was facing me. Just his face was facing me. I don’t mean he was looking over his shoulder, that his neck was turned. His head was turned 180 degrees, facing the entire opposite way of his body.
Dumbfounded, I gave him a sidelong glance as he continued to run. His pace never let up. He just kept going straight ahead. Finally he turned a corner and then disappeared from sight.