Horror
Don't Invite Her In
It was around one am when Samuel returned home to his quiet, and much too empty studio sized apartment. His shift at the bar had run late, and all he could think about was sprinting home in time to catch a few rerun episodes of his favorite show on his beatdown, box TV. It didn’t take much to satisfy Samuel’s after work routine, he was an easy man to understand, with simple needs. At least, this is what he liked to think.
By Kayla Jefferson5 years ago in Fiction
The Soulmate
No matter what I've done to try and forget all about him, I can't seem to get that night out of my mind. Of course I can't. I cared about him. He was my best friend. He was the only person I was able to tell everything to.. he just had that kind of vibe about him.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet5 years ago in Fiction
Skin Deep
Despite appearing on the cover of just about every glamour magazine in the world by the age of fifteen, Vienna Ritz was not happy with her looks. Her breasts weren’t big enough. Her Bum was too big. Her legs were short, her thighs were fat, she needed a tummy tuck. Her lips were thin, her cheeks were flat, and her nose was too square. The list seemed never ending. She was heiress to a family fortune, so was not without the means to do something about her looks. However, much to her chagrin, until she was eighteen, she could not access her fortune apart from an allowance. That was barely enough to keep her in Gucci and skiing holidays for the year. Nor could she legally undergo enhancement surgery (not cosmetic surgery, that was just sooo tacky^*without her parent’s permission. At least not in this country. She knew because she had researched this.
By Phil Tennant5 years ago in Fiction
Project J
Stacey Hileman Iannazzo Project J 9/9/2021 Janine was embarrassed to be driving the family minivan. It had those stick people stickers on the back window that her mom thought were adorable. Janine wanted to scrape her figure off the window and replace it with a Grateful Dead Bear. Janine would have preferred driving her dad's sporty red Dodge, but even as she pursed her lips to ask permission, her dad was already furrowing his brow and shaking his head back and forth. She grabbed her moms keys with the big dumb ‘Moms Taxi’ keychain and she bolted before they decided she couldn’t borrow the van either. At least, she thought to herself as she drove to pick up Sharon and Kev, at least the stereo worked and she cranked the knob all the way to the right, feeling the bass vibrating in her tailbone.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Fiction
A Hero’s homecoming!
I’ve awaited a long time for this homecoming, being deployed overseas for the last eight months. My kit was packed, just waiting on the word to go. I re-read the letter that had arrived several months ago. The pages were worn, some torn and stuck together with clear tape. Dirty fingerprints covered the letter, imprinting on the pages. I actually kissed and folded it carefully and stuck it in my shirt pocket.
By Dianne Neal5 years ago in Fiction
Laughter In The Dark
The legend says that the witches of the backwoods were different. They were not like the normal stories of witches that people are accustomed to. They were friends to the towns’ people. They looked to them for guidance when an illness plagued the town. They were healers, and in most cases, the redeeming feature of the town. They had saved the lives of countless children with their natural cures for pneumonia and influenza. They were invited to weddings, and barn dances. They were the life of the party with their unnatural outfits, and hilarious antics.
By Dianah Brock5 years ago in Fiction
Bounty
Bounty by G. L. Payne Jupiter Moody was an eight-ball. Just what kind of eight-ball, Dalton Brindle wasn’t certain, but he was definitely an eight-ball. Jupiter was also a big guy. A really big guy. His girth was functionally spherical and he always wore these bizarre pullover sweaters decorated with horizontal lines of gold, brown, red and orange as though he was trying to embody in human form the living presence of his namesake, the King of Planets. Most folks chalked it up to some sort of benign eccentricity or the man attempting to brand himself with a public persona that had all the gauche panache of a late-night-cable infomercial host. Dalton, frankly, couldn’t have cared less. A bounty was a bounty and Jupiter, whose ranch included over 4000 acres of virgin timberland butting up against the Tahatchapuku National Forest, had the resources to offer a very fat bounty.
By Gary Payne5 years ago in Fiction
Amelia
The year was 1902 in the small town of Adairsville, Georgia. The hot summer sun blazed down upon the residents. There, in the cotton fields, men were working hard to earn the meal being prepared for them by their wives. The children were all doing their usual after school chores to assist their parents. Since the end of slavery, the normal duties of tending to a home fell back onto the shoulders of the farmers. Now, instead of sipping ice cold lemonade, and watching their annual crop being harvested, these men were remembering what it was like to work hard to survive. They wiped the sweat from their brow before picking another bushel. They glanced back in the direction of their cozy homes, longing for the comforting coolness that lay within its doors.
By Dianah Brock5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Room on the Left
One warm Tuesday afternoon, Trisha and Dave Milton, and their daughter Hanna were on the way to their new home out in Ciderville. Story has it that this town generated from the great colony of Derville, in 1666, who are known to be the founders of one of the most famous ciders in all the land. Since, it’s been renamed Ciderville by honoring Jacob Jetton for his famous cider recipe which brought the town great wealth.
By Kaylen Collins5 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Angel
Midnight. Stars gleam in the night sky, the moon shines and shooting stars flash across the lakeside. Dragons roar in the distance, wolves howl, owls call and hawks circle in the sky searching for their prey. The wind shrieks ripping apart bushes and trees throwing leaves around in mini tornadoes. Snakes slither around searching for their prey to sink their teeth into, mice take cover underground from their attackers and warthogs try to keep quiet in the bushes hiding from the wolves.
By Sara Sparrow5 years ago in Fiction
