Horror

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
Snake Eyes
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By Jamey O'Donnell5 years ago in Fiction
Disarm
He descended the steps to the basement timidly, each footfall an echo of winter on cold concrete. As he reached for the doorknob, the distinct smell of wet dog hit him and he paused; scrunched his nose, thought twice about going in. He was allergic to dogs. He might sneeze.
By Christa Leigh5 years ago in Fiction
Klavn's Gate
Why did Zak let his friends talk him into going? Klavn’s Gate didn’t interest him. His friends took all the good roles and left him with no powers at all or as a non-playable character serving or supporting one of their characters. Just once he would like to be an elf, or cleric, that would be an upgrade. Mike was always the warrior priest, Sean was always a wizard.
By Michele Jones5 years ago in Fiction
I saw myself on ThisPersonDoesNotExist.com
I didn't think much of it. I am very average looking, after all. And the website professes to be an AI that takes average facial features and mixes them together to create a new person. Besides, this website doesn't know every person in the world. It's not unreasonable to assume some of these people who "do not exist" actually do.
By Jennifer Childers5 years ago in Fiction
LOST
California, June 28, 2013. At first glance, the Bakersfield Californian’s headline failed to grab John’s attention. He was too busy stirring the sugar stuck to the bottom of his coffee cup. Then he sat up--so suddenly the coffee splashed over the words, “California Approves Gay Marriage!” He grabbed his cell and punched in the message: “did you see the headline? gay marriage oked. can’t believe it! we’ve got to celebrate tonight!”
By James Dale Merrick5 years ago in Fiction
The Light On the Horizon
It was dark, and the only light to be seen was in the distance, outlining the horizon. There was nothing else but the ground beneath his feet, and the motion of his legs as he instinctively put one foot in front of the other. There was no wind, no smell or sound of any kind, and this bothered him. His nose searched for anything familiar, his ears strained for any kind of noise; it was then he realized that, even though he could feel the ground striking the soles of his shoes, he couldn’t hear his footsteps.
By Michael D. Maine5 years ago in Fiction
Breathe
“Hold your breath,” she says from the backseat. I glance up, into the rearview mirror, and my blue eyes find her grays. When I don’t respond, she gestures to something outside her window.
By Claudia Neaves5 years ago in Fiction
Little Green Alien Lights
My parents tucked me in, turned off the light and close the door so there is only the smallest crack of dim light peaking in. The darkness starts to surround me and again I am filled with a fear that stiffens my body. I know that if I ask to sleep with them again, they will assure me that everything is just fine and I am a big girl now and I need to stop doing this I’m eleven years old for Christ sake. I try to close my eyes but I feel safer with them open. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I begin to see the outline of everything in my room. My bed is in the corner and right next to me is a window facing our front yard. I can’t help but be consumed with dread wondering if it will be outside my window again. I debate for the next forty minutes whether or not I want to look out. I can’t bring myself to do it.
By Anilynn Cadell5 years ago in Fiction
Trespasser
Governor Derrick Rothchild left his estate at a quarter past eleven o’clock, unaware that he was being watched. His Tesla roadster crept silently down the narrow driveway with its headlights off and passed through the security gate. The vehicle made little to no sound, its electric engine only a whisper in the night.
By Mitchel Dane5 years ago in Fiction
Elixir
When a picture is blurry, is it truly because we could not hold still? There is a darkness that heralds... A darkness that makes us sick. Not of the like a sickness, but of all there is that is sick. A darkness you can hold on to without knowing it's there or how to rid of it's viral power. A magic that keeps one from knowing who or what one can look or are. A moving blackness of it's own palace traveling unto our bodies, that we categorize into names such as cancer. We fight what is it with our alchemy. These strands of black static possess a nostalgia to be, or to let be the usurper. Do we hark to it?
By Alexandria McGinty5 years ago in Fiction
The Film
This is the story. The rain , rain rained sown as they looked for the one they had lost. There was an address but it was a long walk up a dark , dank muddy track , walled on either side with ancient stone green with old mould. They walked together until they came to the building at the end of the path with a single dark weather worn door. The house was two storeys, brick and from what they could see had no windows.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Fiction