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 to the school cafeteria to get lunch, my head suddenly felt itchy. ‘What the…?’ I thought, and then my hair started to noisily grow. I had a close-cropped shave, but then the hair grew past my ears, and then past my shoulders, and before I knew it, it was all the way to the ground. But it didn’t stop there, it kept going, winding and coiling on the floor.
I was oddly calm about the whole ordeal. ‘It’s just like in that song where the person’s hair grows really long out of depression,’ I thought. I looked just like the yokai Keukegen.
Before heading to the barber, I stopped by the nurse’s office to have her cut some of the hair off. As she did, the hair squiggled and dissolved, turning into a puddle of black muddy water on the ground.