Eye don’t know

What is that? I can see something. It’s dark but shining. Glowing from within. Like a coal surrounded by a gas flame. But it’s floating in the air and it’s big. Huge, still, hot, but not very, a sort of terrifying? No one else seems bothered.

Cars are driving around. People walking. I can see it but they can’t. I don’t understand. I don’t know what to think. Is it in my mind, my imagination? Am I hallucinating? I will try and get closer and see…….

He looked out

He looked out of the window and watched the sun set, clouds filled the sky, another night to go roaming. He started to get ready. A quick wash and brush up and he was out of the back door. Walking down the alley between the houses until he got to the side road.

He was standing by the bins, waiting for his mate when he heard a scuffing behind him. He turned and saw a shape rushing off, without thinking he gave chase. Fast over the cobbles, he was as fit as he’d ever been. But the dark figure was faster. He felt his heart thudding as he reached the other end of the alley. The figure was a yard away, he jumped and made a grab for it…..

The cat came in through the cat flap, a mouse moustache. Proud of his hunting skills.

Giant cat?

The cat turned to stare at me. She had seen me in the corner of her eye. She had been staring at the wizard as he cast a spell. As his words ended she started to grow. Paws and legs, tail, body, head, ten times bigger? Twenty times. More. She was sitting on the stairs landing, but now her head and shoulders were about five feet above where they were minutes before.

This is a gentle cat, but her claws were now three inches long, she looked at me longingly. Ready to knead me with her paws, but they could now be deadly. Quietly I closed the bedroom door. Quietly I rang the local zoo. The wizard roared with laughter at the transformation. Claws started to scratch at the door….

Step out

Two feet stood looking at the print… A single paw print. No more? Had it sprung down from the air and then leapt back up, to where?

Two feet thought ‘could it be a uniped? A single leg topped by what? A canine form of cyclops? Did such a thing exist, and if so how did it get around? Hopping like a one legged Sparrow? What did it eat? Should two feet be wary?

Barking from down the road, a violent noise that grew larger. Even though the unidog may be miles away sweat broke on his brow. Two feet did not stay. Not wanting to meet such a monster.

He was only two feet tall, after all!

Blue woman…

He woke up and saw the figure of a blue woman hovering in the bedroom. She was standing, but as he looked down to the side of the bed her feet were a couple of inches above the floor.

She had no facial features, like a mannequins dummy, blank faced, not even eyes. No mouth, no sound. He felt, somehow though, that she was looking at him? The angle of her head, tipped down and intent on where he lay. He noticed motes of dust in the sunbeam shining through the window. He could see them floating beyond the figure. It was dissolving as he watched.

Finally it faded, gradually, slowly, melting into nothing. No explanation, no reason, gone. All he felt was a wash of calm, not fear, and relieved that she was gone.

Strangers

They met by the hellibores, just inside the cemetery gates. They were strangers, meeting because of a tweet one had sent and the other had read. They might have lived in the same town, the same street, but neither knew.

It was almost midnight when they met and misty, they nodded at one another, recognising a fellow conspirator.

They stood and talked, for minutes, exchanged notes, compared ideas. They were both in agreement. There was no doubts, they confirmed the transaction.

Yes that’s a meat feast pizza, two doughnuts and a bottle of cola.

The man got on his moped and drove off into the darkness.

He Lodge keeper took his order inside. Pizzas here, he said to his wife..

What is it?

That tree doesn’t look right? She said. It’s growing in a funny way. The left side could almost be a cage.

He looked across to where she was pointing, it did look strange. But then these were old trees. There almost seemed to be a pattern to it.

They sat on a bench in the graveyard and watched the sunset over the victorian houses beyond. The tree seemed to slump slightly as the sky darkened, but they didn’t notice as they were in deep conversation.

The top of the tree gradually brushed the ground and slid sideways towards them. The cage of twigs and branches shaking gently although there was no breeze. The boughs crept forward, the front twigs lifting up like fingers on a huge hand. Then, Drop! The branches encircled its victims, squeezing them. There were twigs piercing their veins. No chance of escape. They were plant food!

Old building

She walked by the old building in the twilight, the boarded windows stared blindly at her. She just needed to get past the front of the house and she would be into the no man’s land. Then one hundred yards, and she would be out of the shattered city. How had she managed to get this far safely? The invasion had attacked the cities a week ago. She had evaded them by moving in the dusk and dark.

Silently she stepped forward, quietly she looked round the corner. She was facing an alien guard. It wasn’t looking her way! Bending low, she sidled slowly across the glass strewn ground. Now to make a run for it……

In the mirror

I was passing an antique shop one day when I saw the face of a woman looking back at me from an old cracked and crazed mirror. It’s bronze frame was chipped and pitted with age. The face looked like an old master painting, like a Jacobean lady, with a powdered wig and pale face.

I didn’t know how it was happening but I was drawn inside and paid far too much for it. Minutes later I was walking down the road with a brown paper package under my arm.

That was the beginning of the horror…..

A joker or a queen

She sat looking into the hand mirror, she was going to put her mascara on, but her face was distorted. She suddenly realised it looked like a playing card, one side flipped over. What the hell was going on….. She felt her face, it seemed normal? She tried to touch the glass of the mirror… Her finger seemed to penetrate its surface. A feeling like rubber or elastic… Push, her finger disappeared into its surface. She pulled her hand away…

She thought for a second, then leaned forward and put her eye near the glass, she felt a pulling sensation, then – POP! She was in another world?