The Deal was simple—one more day in exchange for something unseen. But some prices are too high. Some stories take just a moment to change everything.
Welcome to Tuesday – Micro-Stories & Poetry, where emotions, mysteries, and chills come wrapped in just a few words.
In this collection, you’ll find fleeting moments that linger—an eerie echo of footsteps, a forgotten face in an old photograph, a deal that comes at a terrible cost. Each flash fiction piece is short enough to read in seconds but deep enough to stay with you.
Dive in, let your imagination wander, and ask yourself—what happens in the spaces between the words?
Sekar sat alone, gripping the old photo in his trembling hands. His wife’s smile beamed up at him, frozen in time.
“I’d give anything for one more day,” he whispered into the silence.
The room grew colder. The air thickened. A voice, low and smooth, slithered through the dark.
“Anything?”
Sekar’s breath hitched. His heart pounded against his ribs. The air smelled like burnt wood and something metallic.
“Yes,” he murmured.
Silence.
Then, the clock chimed. A sliver of sunlight crept through the curtains. Sekar blinked. Had he dreamt it?
He turned toward the window, stretching his arms. That’s when he saw it.
Or rather—he didn’t.
His shadow was gone.
Panic bloomed in his chest. He rushed to the mirror. His reflection was there, but something was… off. His eyes looked darker. His face, paler.
The sunlight felt colder on his skin.
Then he heard it. A whisper from the floor beneath him, from the space where his shadow should be.
“One day, Sekar. That was the deal.”
And the sun kept rising.
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