Short Stories by CS Rhymes

The old man looked at his clock on the wall. It was time to get going. He stood up slowly from his comfortable chair, taking his time as…

The tape was on the side next to the scissors. The tape was running low but there was still so much to do.

He had been looking forward to this day for weeks, the trip into the city. Travelling from his tiny little town into the bright lights of…

It was just another day, like most days, following the same routine. Nothing seemed special about it, but nothing strange either. The drive…