Young Writers Society

You open a thread on a forum site. It is full of the pulsing knowledge of the ancients, young and old. You close it and the words open a thread within you. Modern Gothic Flash Fiction, it murmurs in waves of unwritten history.

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This thread is just for fun, of course! No actual Lovecraftian horrors here... ahaha. Right?

Here's a place to put all your Modern Gothic flash, including Southern, Midwestern, Canadian, and American Gothic as well as -- well, whatever You happen to be. ;D Come up with something and give us a glimpse of your culture and creativity!

This sounds cool, but I don't know what modern gothic flash fiction is! D:

Here are a few examples from Tumblr!

Before the wharf, there had been a night market. You don't know why you know this. You were born in the time of the wharf, after the demolitions and the reconstructions. There were no more mudskippers when you were born. Grey concrete and the organised plastic-looking wooden huts were where your parents had brought you, to sit at too-clean benches eating satay on Saturdays.

But now every bite shoots smoke into your system, thick clouds of grey smoke on a night sky so black you can still see stars. Your nose burns. Behind your eyelids, you see pinpricks of maddening lights, lights on strings draping the skeletons of beachside stalls and travelling carts, the silhouettes of many, many people swarming the sidewalk. The smell of brine in the air, and the ocean kissing the shore, so close you can almost feel the droplets.

You remember a time that the wharf does not, and this aggravates it.

You do not go there anymore.