Short Stories To Pass The Time

Short Story 1: At First Light

He awoke with a jolt and looked around his empty room frantically. This wasn't the first time he'd done this, it was most likely his third or fourth, he had lost count.

"Godamit, they keep coming back, it's always the same, why is it always the same?!" As he said this he placed the ball of his hands over his eyes in a futile attempt to stop the tears from spilling out.

After a few moments of silent sobbing he finally got himself under enough control to lay back down and cover himself up.

"Nothing I can do about it now..." He fell asleep a few seconds later, but that didn't stop the tears from spilling out. The came in elongated bursts, they were at their worst when he was asleep.

This had been his routine every morning for the past three years, and the nightmares were always the same: He wakes up in an empty bedroom and cries before falling back asleep.