The Beginning of the end
Make breakfast as usual and then go to school. I turned on the oven to roast a chicken, and only I eat roast chicken in the morning. Damn time is running out!! I wiped my mouth after the roast chicken and went out in a hurry. I just didn’t know who had put a dead cat on my doorstep. I tried to kick the dead cat, but I didn’t… Forget it. School is important… Hell, who put flowers all over the road? What day is it today? Whatever who cares what day it is. When I finally got home from class, I just wanted to sleep. I finally fell asleep. I could vaguely smell burning meat. Had I forgotten the roast chicken in the oven? I have to turn it off, but why does my leg hurt so much? I woke up in a daze and saw that the quilt on my body was on fire. I struggled to sit up, trying to get out of here. Luckily I opened my eyes again. It was probably just a bad dream. I calmed down and made breakfast as usual and then went to school. I turned on the oven to roast a chicken, and only I eat roast chicken in the morning.
When I first thought about this story, I had in mind the classic movie horror cruise ship. A person’s life as usual, but puzzling more and more strange things this day, some questions from the subconscious, constantly remind the hero of the story, suggesting that the hero has fallen into a strange place. But each time, the protagonist suppressed his inner question because he wanted to move on to the next project. Until feel this is a nightmare when finally relieved to wake up, but the answer to the mystery revealed, at this time the leading role has fallen into a dead cycle. I tried to add more suspense and thriller elements to the story, such as murder and time-lapse. In addition, I hinted that the hero kept repeating what he did on the day of his death, and the time and space of the hero on the day of his death overlapped with the time and space of the day after his death. The flowers are a memorial to the death of the protagonist, who is burned to death in a fire caused by an oven he forgets to turn off.
While you were out
The room was empty when he woke up. The man of the house had gone to work. I climbed out of my mattress and opened the fridge to indulge in unbridled eating, frying thick slices of meat in fragrant lard. Then lie on the couch and call out my roommate hiding in the cushion, enjoy the food and watch TV together. By Sunday morning, when we were full of food and drink, we cut off some of our own meat and put it in the refrigerator, where the owner of the house wouldn’t find out anyway. The careless master will never know that we who have been killed by him can move, eat, or kill him again.
I actually like to read some dark little stories, but how do dark little stories get rid of blood, murder, and death, is always a problem for me. I still use murder and death in my two stories, but I actually like these two stories! A few simple words can give people unlimited daydream! Yeah, I love this exercise.