Short Story Starters

#3 Three of us.

Three of us. We were the only ones left, the only ones to make it to the island. (also was too long for a title. this ones kinda disturbing. i love it.)

Three of us. We were the only ones left, the only ones to make it to the island.And yet, with only the sound of the waves and the rustling trees, we are not alone. Something's listening from the shadows. That something that made Iris wake up screaming. That something that haunted her every thought. That something that made her tie the noose. Dev swore he could hear it laughing as we watched her body sway in the morning breeze as it dangled from the tree. Maybe it was that something that made Dev disappear one night last week.

There used to be five, but now there's only three of us. I wonder if God can hear prayers from an island out here. I stared down at Dev's pale body that had washed up overnight. Maybe God won't be able to hear over the laughter.