Horror

Baby Shark!
Swimming along, I mind my business as I follow my siblings and mother, searching for food. We always have to move, or else we would be unable to breathe.
By Amethyst Champagne5 years ago in Fiction
The House on Maple Street
My boyfriend and I just found our perfect starter home. It was a one bedroom duplex and the rent was just lower than what we were looking for to test drive our future together. It did need some updates but the space was perfect. Other than having my home office in the kitchen, we could not have asked for more.
By Vicky DiMichele5 years ago in Fiction
The Late Night Guest
Cornelius snapped awake. A noise coming from the kitchen woke him. He sat on the side of the bed listening for any sound. The house was deathly quiet, but Cornelius was certain that he had heard something.
By Fred D Donaldson5 years ago in Fiction
God’s plan
- This story takes place two years after World War III “I have been carrying the body of my friend for days.” Joshua had wrapped his friend’s body in cloth and tied a rope around his feet, and had been dragging the body for days trying to return him to his hometown. He owed his friend a proper burial. Joshua’s legs were going numb. He hadn’t stopped moving for miles. He didn’t even feel the sweat running down his legs anymore. His white socks were stained brown with mud and dirt that he trudged through. Every couple of miles, Joshua would say, “I’ve been carrying the body of my friend for days,” and kept going. He had two hands on the rope which was over his shoulder. The rope was behind him connected to his friend’s body. He thought about looping it around his waist in place of a belt. But the belt loops on his pants were broken. His clothes were ripped, and his pants were torn. His stomach was so thin his ribs started to show, all of his strength was gone, and he barely had muscle to drag his friend. It was a miracle he had the strength to keep going. His body was small and dry from lack of food and water.
By K.I.M.5 years ago in Fiction
A Name Out of the Darkness
Everything was dark. Without a speck of light, he couldn’t even see his hands. His head hurt. Where was he? The thoughts in his mind lapsed, and he wanted to pass out.
By Tara Crowley5 years ago in Fiction
Young Bull
That girl is a real crowd pleaser- Small world, all her friends know me- Young bull livin' like an old geezer- Release the cash, watch it fall slowly-
By Adrianne Kirksey5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Magic
Nicolas's Grandfather passed away. The last thing he gave him was a nice house. An old Grimoire in the attic caught his eye. It contains several spells, rituals, and conjurations. Blowing off the dust. He then begins to read the ancient text.
By Kasey Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
What You Will
Thea had so much good to say about her experience that I could barely get a word in at dinner. Even though she spoke at length about the positive impact of her experience, swearing she was a changed woman now, with a stronger sense of self, capable of facing her fears - no, excited to face her fears - and absolutely brimming with a determination and focus she had so far lacked in life, I left the restaurant a little fuzzy on what to expect detail-wise. I sent her a message: I’m looking into an appointment but the website is so vague! What should I expect? Should I bring Dan?
By Meghan Ritchie5 years ago in Fiction
Hurtgen Forest
They soaked my floor in blood, they turned my limbs into weapons. I am known best for hosting the deadliest battle of a country I do not even know. I have sheltered and cared for those who have called my body home. I have had many names through the ages as my charges have slept under my canopy. Hurtgen Forest is the name I carry now.
By Odyssey 5 years ago in Fiction
Woody Johnson's meat
“Damn bleeding hearts!” Woody was furious. Well, furious was probably an understatement. He had almost been killed, or at least very nearly been maimed, and for a man that couldn't even handle the inconvenience of buying his own coffee, the thought that he could have been subjected to a life of disfigurement, death, or the worse outcome: an early retirement, filled him with the kind of rage that he could feel all the way under his fingernails.
By Yusuf Adama5 years ago in Fiction
crimson
When Marcy Jae went missing, no one considered it an emergency. Johannes was too young to run in the same circles as her but had heard the gossip, as everyone did. Her lipstick as bright and deep as her red hair, floral dresses that caught the edge of obscene. Everywhere she went she’d insist on wearing inconvenient heels that matched whatever dress she had on, eyes roving about. Like she was always searching for something, wearing her desperation as transparently as some of her blouses.
By Arwyn Sherman5 years ago in Fiction
Matador Run
“Is it true? You’re really gonna try to do matador run tonight?” * Luke leaned back casually in a green and blue striped lawn chair. It was one of several mismatched pieces of furniture organized around a roaring bonfire, an excessive blaze that was a bit much for the mild sixty degree cool of the last night in October. In the assortment of chairs and roaming about the surrounding area lit by the fire’s flickering light, roamed a host of ghouls and ghosts, doctors and nurses, assorted TV and movie characters galore. Luke took a sip from a cup that contained nine parts kool-aid, one part whatever mix of alcohol had made its way in, and tipped back his wide brimmed hat. He himself had arrived as a cowboy, his fine attire made of a red button up shirt, faded blue jeans, cowboy boots and hat. In truth the outfit was a mishmash of whatever he had found around the house, hence the plastic light-up laser gun he had borrowed from his younger brother. To any curious enough to mention the inconsistency, he would just joke he was a space cowboy. Glancing up he saw that the question was levied by a girl with a red wig slightly askew in a small green dress and fairy wings. *
By Travis Pittman5 years ago in Fiction