Horror
MAY
The day Jaylee Sill’s life fell apart was the same day she first skinny dipped. In the shallow end of some obscure lake she went to for summer camp, she and her friends stripped off their suits and dove into the cold (and probably unsanitary) water with glow sticks on their wrists, giggling. Jaylee felt free, for a moment in the murky water, free from the weights that held her down- whatever weight a 14 year old feels anyway. She stood there, in the dark, water rushing all around, and she dove down and down and down.
By Gracie J Chute5 years ago in Fiction
At The Crossroads
"Jesus," exclaimed Hannibal. "What kind of place have you drug me off to?" Hannibal, and his girlfriend Madison, sped up the half-mile-long gravel road, pulling into the squared-off section marked with fresh yellow paint lines. Hannibal decided to drive to Crossroads B & B. He joked with Maddy that it was the least he could do since she chose to bring him instead of a girlfriend. As far as getaways go, this was not Hannibal's first choice. Rather than a weekend on the beach, a trip riding dirt bikes in the dunes, or even a boating excursion down the coast, they were in Northern New York.
By Jason Morton5 years ago in Fiction
What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse
The feeling was mutual between Tom Belmont and the city of Chicago - they didn’t like each other. The only reason he came here was the sales; he just knew how to talk to people here. True, he suffered a bit and felt weird and uncomfortable, but the money, food, and the pleasures made it worthwhile. Every year when Chicago came up on the calendar, it was always faced with an initial dread. His experience had shown that it always ended up a success, but still… ick.
By Josh O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction
Never Sleep Again
Preface ~Wednesday~ PAIGE MERIL KNEW she'd die soon. If it wasn't because of some epic tragedy like dying in a burning building, getting hit by a truck, or some weird way in her sleep, it would be by her mother who rang her phone nonstop, wondering where she was.
By Kiara Pharrams5 years ago in Fiction
Snowstorm
Delilah ran her hand across the Boy’s temple. He was still sleeping curled up in the snow. The sky was gray outside the empty cave and her stomach was just as void. She was unsure of how long they had been traveling together. The days and months bled together and dried into the cold gray swirl. Time seemed to stop when the storm hit and there was no more Gregorian, Julian, or any other calendar to speak of. She continued running her hands across the Boy’s head, worried the furs on her arm would brush across his face and wake him. Delilah knew that eventually, they would have to continue moving south. She would kiss his forehead and he would smile back at her, that warm little smile that can thaw a mother’s heart. But for now, she merely propped herself up on one elbow and looked out the cave walls preoccupied with images of monsters and death around the corner.
By Lucy Richardson5 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
The situation that Amelia and Aaron had found themselves in, was something they would have never imagined to be real. They stood there covered in nothing but blankets, in a strange room, with an alarm blaring, and a humanoid alien creature freaking out in front of them. It wasn’t a very ideal situation, and Amelia began to wonder if they would die before knowing the truth. Just as she was about to mentally break down, she saw Aaron run towards the alien thing. He pushed the creature over and ran out into the hallway.
By Stephen Portis5 years ago in Fiction
