By Connor Long-Johnson I heard a woman and looked up, startled; she was running down the hallway screaming. I woke up groaning, the sound echoing around the room. I surveyed my surroundings, walls of lime green, a white tiled floor and various sterile instruments on the table to my right. I scratched at an itching
Category: Fiction
Stories of fiction from wonderful to the weird
By Connor Long-Johnson The printer continued its mechanical drone as the sheets of paper were laid out one by one. It was Friday and with most of the children gone a much-appreciated blanket of quiet had fallen falling over the school. That was until a shout came from the classroom at the end of the