TheToastIsBurntMom

Some short stories I made. Hope you enjoy.

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It's a rainy night. You sit on the window sill, looking out upon the world, the rainy, distorted world.

You place your hand on the window and blow air around it. Pulling your hand away reveals a perfect hand print, then it fades away.

You hear a faint noise, and you turn your head to see, before it too fades away.

You look back at the window, but it's gone.

Nothing but blackness.

You stand up and look around wildly. Tears fall down your face as you remember the endless purgatory that you've been placed in, no-one but the strange and terrifying creatures to keep you company.

"HELP!" you scream.

But no-one can hear you.

"PLEASE, SOMEBODY, HELP!"

But no-one responds as your voice echos in the empty void of darkness and despair.

You drop to your knees, sobbing, crying with all your heart.

"Please, someone, help, please...."

But no-one can hear you.

And you will never escape.

Ever.

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This story was heavily inspired by "Mother", a text-based style game, which can be played here, on Itch.io.

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You wake up in bed. Opening your eyes, you stare around your room.

But it's not your room.

You sit up and jump out of bed. You start to sweat as you breathe very fast.

You jump as a voice rings from downstairs.

"-your name-, come downstairs, breakfast is ready!"

Deciding you don't want to anger your captor, you head downstairs, and walk into the kitchen.

Into a horrific sight.

Blood splatters the walls, flies crawl on bodies, bloody, disfigured bodies.

Your eyes widen, then narrow as the stench makes your eyes water.

You hear humming, and you turn around to see a woman, or what looks like a woman, with her back to you, cutting something on the counter, humming.

She turns around and you almost faint.

Horrible, horrifyingly distorted features blot her face, and it widens, into what you assume is a smile.

"There you are, dear, I was just about to come and get you, sleepyhead!"

Oddly, she has a natural voice. 

She gestures for you to sit, and you do, as she sets a plate of food down in front of you.

And you almost lose everything you've ever eaten.

Bloody, smelling flesh is piled high on your plate.

"I-I don't feel hungry," you stammer.

The woman looks hurt. "But darling, I spent ages making this for you!"

You shudder, and take a bite. The taste makes you want to throw up, and you do, all over the table.

The woman looks angry, pissed, perhaps even more then pissed.

You jump up, knocking the chair over, as you, trembling, make your way to the doorway.

The woman snatches a knife from the counter. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

You run upstairs, bolting into your room. You look around wildly, looking for something to use, before your eyes settle on something.

The window! Without pausing to think, you run towards the window, your arms outstretched, and you smash through the window, tumbling to the ground, just as Mother opens the door.

You run, not looking back.

You're free.

The wind feels so good, and the grass feels soft under your feet.

Run, little bird, run like your life depends on it,

Because it does.