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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The sky remained dark, tricking our minds into thinking it was still night when the reality was we were way into the morning hours. Groggily, I climbed out of bed and padded on bare feet towards the window.

Charcoal grey streaked with red. It was like no sky that I had ever seen before.

The streets were strangely empty of traffic. A few of my neighbors were standing outside, looking just as perplexed as I felt. Pulling on jeans and a sweater, pushing my feet into sneakers, I made my way outside to join them.

No one said a word. The strangeness of the sky seemed to hold us spellbound.

The crack when it came was almost deafening. Thunder? Lightning? Honestly, I had no idea of the source of the noise but it felt like there had been some kind of shift that went from the air to the ground. I wasn’t the only one that found myself staggering as I tried to stay on my feet.

Dust billowed through the sudden wind. Concrete dust, for there was not one structure that hadn’t been cracked. Whatever was causing it had not finished yet, for the cracks spread and soon we were cowering away from the flying debris. A pane of glass barely missed my face before it shattered at my feet, spraying me with shards.

I looked down at my hands. They were covered with cuts, but were oddly free of blood. It had to be the glass; I knew I should go inside and see to them but I couldn’t move. As if in slow motion, Jeff from next door turned to look at me. I stifled a shocked gasp, or I would have done if I’d been able to make a sound.

His face was covered in cracks that seemed to be widening before my eyes. Jeff’s expression seemed to mirror what I felt. Slowly, as though fighting with gravity, I lifted a hand to my face, cracking the skin of my arm as I did so. Beneath my fingers, I felt them; deep cracks all over my face, my head, my neck. Were we literally falling apart like the buildings that surrounded us?

I couldn’t understand. In fact, my mind refused to even attempt to make sense of this horrific scene that I found myself in.

And then I looked to the sky. The charcoal and red had become fissured too, and where the splits had appeared there were glimpses of space. An alien attack... was that what this was?

Before I could take anything more in my lungs constricted. I needed to breathe, to fill them with air, but there wasn’t any. Our oxygen was leaking away!

First one of my neighbors crumpled to the ground then broke apart, then another and another did. Each time there was no noise, apart from the rushing sound that filled my ears. My sight began to turn black and then I too fell and... drifted apart.



Submitted: May 09, 2021

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A great description of a devastating psychotic episode.

Sun, May 9th, 2021 7:11pm

Mike S.

Spooky tale, Hull

Sun, May 9th, 2021 7:29pm

Vance Currie

Sorry Hully, but I can't resist saying this: This story cracked me up! It didn't really. It is an excellent little disaster mystery. You are so good at these mini horror stories.

Sun, May 9th, 2021 10:08pm


Cracks in our world! Cracks in our Universe, or cracks in our psyche and lives all of them converging and shattering the illusion of life... Another well-told, chilling tale from you.

Mon, May 10th, 2021 9:43am

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