Horror

Where Am I?
The gentle pitter-patter of rain was the only thing Illianna could hear when she had woken up. She took a moment to stretch and sit up when she had realized she was not in her own bed, her own home.
By Brittany Mei5 years ago in Fiction
Light at the End of the Tunnel
Freddie awoke face down in a soft, spongy muck. As he stood up, he could see a faint, greenish glow in the distance. Where am I? he thought as he took a look around. It was dark, but the faint, greenish glow provided enough light for him to make out that he was inside some sort of tunnel. The walls seemed to consist of a tangled web of thorny vines. Freddie looked down to see that he was ankle deep in the sticky brown muck that covered the ground beneath him.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz5 years ago in Fiction
All the Way Home
I can’t move. I thought, my back pressed firmly to the hospital bed beneath it. I could see the room around me, the standard and dingy holding space in the behavioral health facility.
By Moe Godat 5 years ago in Fiction
Glimmering Green
For the past 3 years, I have worked as an orderly in a particular rest home. I won’t say its name or mine because even though I feel the need to write this down, I also know there are good folks still working there and I don’t want their reputation to be impugned by association with me. Anyways like every job its had its ups and downs, but for the most part, it has been fine and my time here has been no different than what you’d expect it to be like. I make sure the residents take their medicine and eat their food, I try quickly to respond to any emergencies, I clean up after them, and I try to keep the less mentally put together ones from walking around without clothes. Like I said, simple, standard stuff...for the most part.
By Steven D Kaplan5 years ago in Fiction
Hunting for the Lamb of God
Chapter One/Hunting for the Lamb of God The Bright Light and the Big Swoosh
By Jamey O'Donnell5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Country Road
It started that night like most other nights. We were out a little too late on a country road. There were four of us squeezed into the little car.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Fiction
Keep Away from the Hills
The wrinkles of Pap’s face scrunched together as he squinted at the horizon. “Chartreuse,” he said after deliberation. “I’d say it’s more of an emerald,” said Pop from the neighboring rocking chair, picking bits of toffee from his dentures.
By Micah Delhauer5 years ago in Fiction
Cracked
There's something that hits different, moving to a new town. Especially after being pushed out by bigoted extremists, anything was better than 'happy valley', even if it landed us in small town Montana. A fresh start for Claire and I, where no one knew us, and we could assimilate to everyday life.
By Candace Burningham5 years ago in Fiction
Beacon
The lighthouse beacon swept over the bay, its regular rhythm a comfort to the town that huddled near its strong foundations, on the cliff. When the winds came bowling in from the northeast, the little bay at the base was the least safe place to be. Even boats were dragged so far back they were anchored in little caves carved very, very carefully into the base of the cliff. On the far side, away from the village. Just in case.
By Meredith Harmon5 years ago in Fiction
Prince Of Beasts
Andre’s eyes were swollen from the cold of the harsh winter storm, but as painful as it was to watch he could not tear his eyes away. Two enormous beasts roaring out in pain before him as they tore into each other’s fur-covered flesh. Andre tried to pick his tiny body off the ground, but his left leg was stuck within a thorn bush. After slipping over a icy puddle formed near the bent gates of the royal gardens.
By A.M 5 years ago in Fiction
The Arrival
Summer time had arrived, no more rain, no more school. Today was a beautiful day without a cloud in sight and a nice crisp breeze to start the summer off right. At the end of this perfectly idealistic culdesac sat the Russo family. Ed Russo, the man of the house andthe local sheriff. He had the respect of the small town of Germantown, Maryland and was well liked by all. He stood tall over most other folk while carrying with him a cowboy hat which certainly made him stand out. His height and physical prowess was intimidating to outsiders but he was as kind as can be. His wife, Tracey was a school teacher and like her husband, very well liked within the community. While Ed was a bit imposing, Tracey was inviting and beautiful with long blonde hair and blue eyes. The two had a young daughter who was ever so curious about the world, it’s people and quite adventurous. Her name was Olive.
By Nick Cavuoti5 years ago in Fiction
Of Crimson Flames and Molten Cinders
It had been three days since the last man had drunkenly stumbled overboard claiming to see a beautiful woman. And like all the others, he’d never been seen again, swallowed by the waves. Reports such as these had become commonplace in recent years. Not only on the captain’s main ship but across his entire fleet. He was one of the few pirate captains to successfully rule over more than one ship. He had four, three plus the one he called home. It had been commissioned and gifted to him by a foreign prince as enticement not to attack his ships. And it just so happened that the captain had been feeling generous that night. In exchange for the safe passage of the prince’s ships, the captain had gained a vessel and a new loyal crew of his own. While he did not trust his new men, he knew that they would do whatever their prince ordered them to do, even if that order was to remain loyal to a master they did not know.
By Breanne5 years ago in Fiction