Sound of Bones

Author: Ukari

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.


Perhaps because the convenience store I worked at was located in an area heavily trafficked by the nearby station, we sure had a lot of litter. The cigarette butts were especially bad, and I wanted to yell out to people to bring their own ashtrays if they wanted to smoke that much. That was just my personal complaint, but we still had to clean around the store several times a day.

Late one night, I went out to clean as always, but I heard a strange, unfamiliar sound out the back of the store. ‘What’s that?’ I wondered and when I looked, I saw a small skull, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, dancing along the road.

When people panic, they don’t know what to do. I instinctively cleaned the thing up with my pan and broom. I quickly regretted it.

Shit. What was I supposed to do? The bones continued to dance inside the dustpan.


Original Japanese

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