Horror
Surface
My life. A sequence of accidents leading to now, all starting with my birth. My birth was a mistake of epic proportions. A slip up of medications and chance leading to a teen pregnancy. The sperm doner left the day he found out and my mother died in child birth.
By Rayn Heart5 years ago in Fiction
Wild Thang
In all of her life, she’d never found joy the way she did when the wind was flying over her scalp and all eyes were on her. She grew up on a farm and had been to plenty of these kinds of events throughout her life. She’d become a master at holding on and even perfected a method to control her body weight and adjust to the random jerks and shakes. Her daddy dubbed her, Wild Thang after she broke the record twice by the time she was fifteen.
By Jasmine Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Bulls in the Library
With any luck, no one would notice there had a robbery for a while. Max and Andrew had tried their best, and were finally able to get away from the party. Max thought Lord Duckworth’s manor was stunning, and would have liked to get lost in the corridors that wound around the central courtyard. Andrew was a bit less impressed by nature, he was set on the job at hand.
By Michael Arnold5 years ago in Fiction
A Bull-Y Never Wins.....But They Do Get What They Wish For In The End.
Elena enjoyed being a bully, after all, Mommy allowed her to do pretty much whatever she wanted and she was the golden child, her precious little darling. This included tormenting her little sister, Dee, whom she pretty much hated since birth....how dare her mother bring this little brat home and allow her to mess up the family dynamic. All of a sudden, Elena was n0 longer the center of attention, everyone was fawning over the new baby, cooing and saying how beautiful she was, she was just perfect. Now, she had been usurped, pushed into the background and no longer was important, and was told she had to protect her baby sister, and worse, share her everything with her, including her toys and baby items that once belonged to her! She could barely keep her rage to herself when she saw her baby sister in HER baby clothes, hats, booties, and the like, sleeping and using her former baby blankets and playing with HER baby toys! If she complained about it, she was told, "You're a big girl now, you have outgrown them, you no longer need them but your baby sister does so they are now hers. You have your own big girl toys that are new, she will get your hand-me-downs, so you should be thankful you get new stuff and she gets used things from you". That did not matter to Elena, they originally belonged to HER, and what was hers always stayed HERS!
By Denise Dardarian5 years ago in Fiction
What Changed Her Life?
Everyone in Kaliganj was getting ready for their morning chores as the sun's rays filtered through the tall trees that bordered the city. Even though it was just another day for everyone else, Kusum lay awake, staring at the tiled roof that was sure to give way to the rains that were due this year. She was not at all concerned about the roof. She had to worry about her future, which was very important to her. She had celebrated her 15th birthday exactly 262 days ago. Yesterday, she had stared at her reflection in the only mirror in the house because she was curious about her body.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
That horrible night
In the morning, it was around 12 o'clock. Around the city, a few drizzles fell from the sky. The road was deserted, and silence reigned. This amateur was trying to figure out what was causing his inability to sleep. The pandemic has left an indelible imprint on him. Due to the lockdown, he was forced to use his finger a lot. Was he currently working on a novel? A metaphor was being used; Mobile was his sixth finger. Unbridled, he uses it over and over again Many things about himself he didn't know before have come to light in the past few months. He realized that his friends were worthless and that no one cared about him anymore. Suddenly, he had access to everything, and it was horrifying to him. He discovered that he had a completely introverted side that yearned to burst out and cry on anyone’s lap. He was shocked. Therefore, he was filled with hatred and resentment towards his loneliness, and he broke down in tears when he thought of it. Every second he was lost in thought, which made him a sloth and lazy person.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
The Minotaur's Lament
Asterion stood in a clearing. In the place he assumed to be the middle of the great Labyrinth, though of course there was no way he could be sure. Daedalus had built the Labyrinth to be infinite— a shifting mass of walls and rooms which knew no end. Procedurally generated so that no so-called “sacrifice” ever found their way back to the beginning. Only further, and deeper in. Into this room.
By Jordan Gray5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Sheep
He can hear her carrying on furiously beneath him, her curses floating up through the rickety boards upon which he kneels. Her words are muted up here in this dark, stuffy space, but they hit just as hard, sending a shiver up his spine in spite of the sweat dripping down his back.
By Kai K Colby5 years ago in Fiction
