Micro Story 6

It was Christmas day. The sunlight hit her face and she woke up with a start. Her children would come to visit her today. She jumped out of bed and rushed about the house making sure everything was perfect. The house was decorated, the Christmas tree and the presents under it were ready for her darlings to find.

She heard a noise and rushed to the front door. Finally her precious children were here! She went to the door eagerly only to be met with disappointment. It was only her housekeeper, Anne. 

“Oh Anne, it’s only you. I thought it would be John and Mary.”

“John and Mary?” Anne looked confused. 

“Yes, John and Mary. My children. They’ll visit today. I’m sure they won’t let me be alone on Christmas Day.”

“Mrs.Hudson… I’m sorry but they won’t come today.” Anne said.

“What do you mean? Of course they’re coming. I know they will.”

“But Mrs.Hudson… Your children…” Anne hesitated. “They… They died Mrs.Hudson…. 4 years back, in an accident… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry that you don’t remember… ”



Micro Story 5

They shook their heads in disapproval seeing the news about the gruesome rape. But alas, only when one of their own met the same fate did they say now is the time to act. 

Prompt: Now Is The Time

Source: The Scrawled Stories 

I thought I’d write something related to the happenings of recent times. 


Micro Story 4

“I hate you! I hate you all!” She screamed, running into her room and slamming the door behind her. 

‘I wish I could be invisible.’ She thought. ‘I would never have to face them again!’ She crawled under her covers and went into a fitful sleep. 

The sun’s rays woke her and instantly she felt sorry about the way she had behaved. She ought to apologise to her parents. 

“Mom? Dad?” She called, stepping out of her room. No answer. Where were they?

She thought they’d be downstairs and went to find them. But instead what she found was about 10 people crowded around the stairway, glaring at her.

Suddenly she was scared.

“Who are you people? Where are my parents? This is my house!” 

She noticed that they were about her age and that they wore clothes as if they were from different times from her. Suddenly a girl stepped up to her.

“You’re one of us now.” She said.

“One… one of y-you?” She stammered. “But who are you?” 

“Oh don’t you know?” The girl asked. “We lived here during our times. We’re the ones who wanted to be invisible from the world too, just like you did.” 

~Sithara ⭐

Micro Story 3

“Bye Janet! I’ll see you soon.” she said and giving one last wave to the giggling baby in Janet’s arms she drove off back home. She was really tired so she went straight to bed when she got home. In no time she was fast asleep.

She woke up suddenly hearing the baby crying. She got up groggly and looked at the clock. It was 3:07 am. ‘I’d better go comfort her.’ she thought and opened her bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway.

It suddenly came to mind that she was back in her house. The baby’s crying got louder.

And that was when she remembered she lived alone.

~Sithara ⭐

PS: This was my first attempt at writing a horror story, I’m not sure if you guys can actually understand what I meant. But still hoping some meaning comes across! I’d be very happy if you could give me some suggestions to improve my writing.

Micro Story 2

She walked along chatting away happily with her new friend. She couldn’t believe that they had so much in common. She knew they were going to be the best of friends forever. 

Just then she saw one of her friends Matt across the street. “Hey Matt! Come meet Lily! You won’t believe how alike we are!”

She walked over to Matt excitedly only to find him staring at her in confusion. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? Atleast say hi to Lily! Don’t be so rude Matt.”

She turned around to explain to Lily that she didn’t know what had gotten into Matt, only to find that there was no one beside her. 

~Sithara ⭐️ 

Mirco Story 1

She couldn’t bear it anymore. The pain, the words like knives. She wanted to go home.  She wanted her happy family again.

But that was when she realised that she was home.

~Sithara ⭐️ 

P.S: This is my very first attempt at something like this. Pardon me for it not being a good story.