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.
One day I found an old discarded Japanese doll in front of my house. It was dirty and kinda creepy, so I threw it in the trash.
The next morning, the doll was back. It was sitting in front of the front door again. I never believed in such stories, but what could I do when it was staring me right in the face? I took it to a nearby temple.
And yet it still came back.
I scratched my head, confused, but then I had an idea.
I cleaned it up and then took it around to various pawn shops to pawn. It was an exquisite doll, so once cleaned up, it would no doubt look valuable. It was a bit troublesome trying to avoid hitting the same stores twice, but in the end I made quite a bit off it.
But then one day, the doll finally stopped coming back.
Then I realised something. The owner of the last pawnshop I visited was quite the handsome man. The doll must have really liked him.