Horror
The Gifts
Josie rushed over to Jennifer’s house, banging on the door, Jennifer opened the door wondering what was wrong. “ Are you ok?! You sounded scared on the phone and you look awful”, she said. “Thanks a lot!” Josie said while taking a deep breath, “didn’t you hear?!” “Huh, hear about what?” Jen replied, now getting nervous. They found him! Jen gasped, what, how do you know? Josie snatched the remote and turned the television on. “I knew it, I knew this would happen!”
By Rosaline Gunn5 years ago in Fiction
The Celebration
August 16th. It is my birthday. It was my birthday. That was my last day of freedom. That was the last day I was out of this wretched room. 365 days have passed since then, and it’s been my personal hell. At this point in life, I have passed desperation, passed disbelief, and am approaching acceptance of my plight.
By Mitchell Jenkins5 years ago in Fiction
Marigolds Don't Just Mean Happiness
When we first met, you told me you liked to give flowers based on their meanings. You gave me a carnation the next time we saw each other and told me it meant fascination. After our first date, you gave me a gardenia. I realized then that falling in love with you required falling in love with flowers and I did so with ease. By the time I invited you to move in, my apartment looked like a floral shop and I gave you marigolds to tell you how every moment together made me feel.
By Ace_Strider5 years ago in Fiction
Stuck in Pine Hills
Stuck In Pine Hills Nothing can quite compare to the sensation of being strapped to a spinning car with zero control of your steering, brakes, or bladder. I threw my hands in the air and prayed, Carrie Underwood style, and braced myself for the end.
By Ruth Teets5 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary
Our car slowly drives down the curvy road through the forest. The trees menacingly tilt inwards towards one another trying to block out the sun. We continue driving down the road, I can see that mom and Sam are talking to one another. I can’t make out anything as my music is blasting in my ears, trying to make the outside world go away.
By Aiden Klimov5 years ago in Fiction
The scar
He ran his fingers through his grey beard as he released a long-drawn sigh and opened his eyes to reveal the milky white pigment they held. The little girl speaking with him let out a slight gasp of shock that quickly turned to an obvious fascination with her subsequent exhale. The man let out a chuckle before he removed his hand from his beard, raised the sunglasses in question, and answered “That, that is why I am wearing these sunglasses indoors little lady.” He paused to give her a moment to absorb the information before he continued, “You see, I am blind. My vision failed me quite some years ago...a little too late if you ask me but that is up for debate.” His voice was gravely, deep, and felt as though it was housing some great pain, which of course it was. “Now, do you have any other questions you’d like to ask me? And before you do, know there is no great story on how I became blind. It just happened over time until one day, I couldn’t see anymore.” He replaced the glasses onto his face before reaching into the breast pocket of his tattered flannel shirt and removing a pack of cigarettes as well as a book of matches.
By Drake Myers5 years ago in Fiction
A Floral Streaked Room
Danny Simmons sat on the porcelain throne, his hands twisted with excitement as he fiddled with a metal cylinder. He’d been hiding in the bathroom for nearly an hour, but in all truth, he’d been done ten minutes into his trip. The cool blue tiles chilled his bare feet as he gazed around his only sanctuary from the perils outside. He couldn’t think of anything he hated more than his nana’s house.
By John Oakes5 years ago in Fiction
An Offering of Cake
My era, an era of strict manners and suppression, was coming to an end. The new era, an era of industry and change, was peeking around the corner. Taking a glance out the window, I felt an urge to belong to this new era. If it were not for my developing illness, I’d have spent more time among today’s youth. My long black cotton dress was tighter than I’d been accustomed to. It’s white and black frills trailed down the front and met in a v just before my waist. If I’d had the privilege to visit these growing factories, or modern mansions, I’d be more prepared for the events of this night. At least, I’d managed to enjoy a posh life among those who believe everything must be earned through harsh labor.
By Meredith Lawless5 years ago in Fiction
Galudnee's Light
Galudnee’s Light The champagne bubbles have a different kinda pop to them tonight. It’s the same Defusco’s and the same veal parmesan cannelloni but tonight everything is different. Shelby’s green eyes stare at me beneath the candlelight awaiting the big news she has been anticipating all day. Her acrylic filled nails merge into my palms and time has finally come to share the news I’ve been holding all day.
By Kenneth Boutte5 years ago in Fiction
