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.
The plane my husband was on soared through the clear sky before turning into a fireball and crashing into the mountains. All of the crew and passengers lost their lives.
However, my husband returned.
A month after the accident, long after the investigation and funerals were over, my husband came back. Ever since that night, he’s been in the gap between the refrigerator and the cupboard.
I quit work. I can’t leave him alone.
I stopped going outside. I can’t leave him behind.
My husband is still here, and so I am still here.
Even if you move in, we won’t leave this place.