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Invisible - 50 words
I finally did it. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't take it anymore. I went outside, finally breathing in the fresh air. But the air put something inside me, crawling in my lungs like spiders. I have to let them out. Why should I be the only one?
Social Distancing - 100 words
She kept knocking on my door, day after day. At first, I thought she was just lonely, so I indulged her, talking to her from my window. She seemed nice, but persistent. She wanted to come inside, saying she just wanted to have a normal dinner with another person again. Suddenly, I knew. She had it. It was making her do this. She wouldn't stop until she spread it to as many people as she could. I had to do it, for the good of my community. I made sure her grave was 6 feet deep. Can't get too close.
Author's Note: I'm back again with another set of horror microfictions. Hopefully the subject matter of these stories doesn't hit too close to home for anyone, but I figured the theme of sickness would be pretty relevant right about now. I wanted to show the extremes of both mindsets on the current quarantine (extreme carelessness vs. extreme paranoia) with these stories, while of course making them darker in tone. They're also a bit more tongue-in-cheek than my other stories. Let me know what you think!
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