Flash Fiction

Short Stories to Make You Sleep With Your Lights On

By: Oscar (5th Grader)

WARNING: 4th GRADE + (HORROR)

COLD

Cold. That is all I could say. Cold. And that is all there could be said about this room. It was just, well, cold. I was surprised I was not frozen, despite me wearing a coat. My teeth are grinding together, at this point, my teeth were making so much sound I could call my teeth an instrument. How did I get here? I pondered in my mind. I did not wake up or anything. I was just, there. No backstory at all. It was like this cold room was the only thing in the world. No one else there, just, me. I shivered in the darkroom, I am still in the room to this day,

NOT AN AMUSING AMUSEMENT PARK

It was an eerie day at the local amusement park, or the remains of the local amusement park. The park had been closed for 10 years due to the rides breaking and people getting injured, sometimes even people dying. For now, it wasn’t too amusing. The clouds at the park swayed like tall grass on a windy day. The cold rushed through me, it felt like it was winter despite it being September. I knew I should have not been there that day. But something was telling me I had to, but that something was not me. “Do it, you know you want to,” The voice kept on repeating in my ears. I was going insane, and I wanted it to stop. But it wouldn’t. I then saw a bunch of people in the rides, I do not think they were alive. I ran to my house, deciding to never go there again. But the voice kept on repeating, “Do it, you know you want to.” It still is to this day.

NEON BIRTHDAY

It was a sunny August morning, I was feeling rather excited, for my birthday was tomorrow. Little did I know, I would not be able to celebrate that day. When I woke up, I was in this tunnel full of neon colors, it hurt my eyes. I was scared out of my mind, I had never been here before. But it turned out, I wasn't lonely here. I saw a little girl playing with her doll. She had an insanely creepy smile. Her eyes focused on me, then I realized her eyes were pitch black. She then bolted away, like a ghost. She didn’t take the doll though. Then, the doll started moving. Towards me. I screamed like a dying fox, and it dashed towards me, and everything went black.

SINISTER CHEERIOS

It all started on a fine autumn day. I ate my Cheerios as I usually do, with my orange juice right next to the bowl. But then, my cereal started to move in the bowl. Yup, you heard me right, move. First, it started to go in a smiley face, I just thought that was the world telling me, “Have a good day today!”. But it was much more, well, sinister. Why was it sinister? Because it then shaped into a skull, then something reading: Come with me. I then ran away faster than Usain Bolt at the Olympics and made sure to NEVER eat Cheerios again, or cereal, for that matter.

ZOOMING RIDE!

NYOOOOOOOM! The cars went on this fine second day of summer break. John was so excited to be there! John was never a fan of school. Most likely it was because his grades were as bad as gas station salad. He was very excited to escape school and go to the race. His parents did not know, John just said he was going to his friend Ryan’s house. Although he was happy to be at the race at the time, he would regret this decision later. He got lost in his imagination, the cars were flying all over the place, and picking kids up! But then his imagination turned into reality. A car picked him up and flew all the way to the sky, let’s just say nobody ever saw John again.

SCREAMING STRINGS

Josh was never a fan of the idea of going to guitar class. He hated the way all of the things he had to do to make the songs perfect. Worst of all, he didn’t even LIKE playing the guitar. But his mom just forced him too, for no reason at all. A week into his guitar lessons, he had to play an easy song. But it came with one problem, his guitar. When he went to try to play the first note, nothing happened. When he tried again, and again, until something came out. But that sound was not G. It was a disturbing sound of screaming, this screaming went on his mind for hours until it stopped. He never looked at a guitar ever again.