Horror
Monsters: Chapter 4
Terry sat in the confines of a large bush, watching patiently for any sign of inhabitants within the Roswell House at the end of the street. Beside the bush lay the red bike Alex had gotten Terry last Christmas, tucked away secretively behind a large tree stump.
By Sam Averre 5 years ago in Fiction
The Man on the sidewalk: chapter 3
Brian looked into his mother’s casket. A living breathing person, reduced to a stranger in a box. Brian’s dad kissed his mother's forehead as he burst into tears. The rest of that day was a blur as Toad and Brian skipped past the memory as the greed and guilt was too much. Brian found himself staring at the Current bus driver who looked at him with sympathy as he found his seat. Luke patted Brian on his back doing his best to comfort him.
By Qwill R. Brennan5 years ago in Fiction
Becoming
The pain was exquisite and excruciating. Lying down on the dirt of the lakeshore, the twigs and branches poked the skin of his back and legs. He could feel each and every prick of twigs as the white lightning of heat and pain surged through his body like a tidal wave. He craned his neck, trying to scream, but the sound caught in his throat as a moth caught in the web of a spider in the ruddy yellow light of a porch lamp. His fear erupted like a volcano and began to break through the dense mesh of semierotic pain, his eyes widened and bulged from his skull, and his back arched as solid as a stone bridge over country stream. The instant atrophy in his legs lit their muscles into a white, hot, fiery fury. His toes pointed down so strenuously that he thought his ankles would shatter like clay pots striking the floor, and his arms stiffened as though he was being drawn and quartered. The stars above shown through the pine needles above and the white-rimmed, unfocused sight of his eyes.
By Anthony Stauffer5 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Terrors
A boy turns on his side, barely aware of his waking existence until his turning pulls the warm shielding of his blanket from his face. A biting chill jars him awake as cold air creeps across his face and works itself into the top of his clothes. After quickly returning the blanket to its protective place, he tries to work through the fogginess crowding his thoughts. He remembers a party around a fire near a cabin. He remembers the trek deep into the woods, despite the condemnations of departing winter. He remembers the alcohol and a girl and stumbling into a side room with an air mattress. He remembers fumbling and trying to kiss the girl, and the sounds of her sleep before its shade enveloped him too. The boy vaguely remembers rustling and feeling as if on waves chased by distant laughter.
By Brian Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Pond
The world had become a place of ice and snow. In the whiteness, we were moles. Blind, desperate, and merely trying to survive. I was a youngling at the time, following in the footsteps of my family’s forefathers. There was a strange hope, a longing for normalcy, but I had never been normal. I could care less. It was always the same conversation, the same confused answers and the same distance as if I was not there.
By Carissa Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Tower Amid Nothing
Ice and snow crunched underfoot as the hounds charged forward. She hated pushing them so hard, but she had never been this late before. Time was not on her side. The sun was setting. The wind whipped relentlessly, and the falling snow felt like blades against her slightly exposed face. Her sled dogs made a mad dash up the final hill before it came into view. The giant glass tower reached terrifyingly into the sky.
By Alex Seccia5 years ago in Fiction
Jasmine in Winter
Jasmine in Winter by G. L. Payne He’d gone out onto the ice looking for the strange anomaly. Every year, he’d lived at Dallas House, it had appeared, a wispy cloud hanging over the water of the pond that stood on the property behind the main building. Every year on the same day, November 14th, it was there from dusk until dawn, amorphous, faintly glowing, just . . . floating there above the water.
By Gary Payne5 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare Canvas: Blue
Her eyes stung with every step as she braced herself against the mountain's biting winds. As she walked, her feet sunk deeper and deeper into the snow until she was waist deep and could no longer move her legs normally. Her teeth chattered and she hugged herself tightly as she stared out at the smoke in the distance.
By Cassidy Moon5 years ago in Fiction
