Horror

Her Worst Fear
Maggie stood at the kitchen island and stared down at the meager harvest. The ever-present knot in her belly tightened. She did her best to ignore the worry and set to the task at hand. The rhythmic thud of her knife against the cutting board soothed her nerves as she chopped the carrots for canning.
By Amanda Walter5 years ago in Fiction
A Slayer's Spirit
It was the happiest day of my life! My dreams were coming true, and for the first time, I understood what it meant to be happy. It was no easy feat getting my dream job. Amy and I struggled to get by for years. That was changing. I sat alone on that park bench, simmering in my joy, and I knew every battle and every scar was worth it. My life had finally arrived! Or so I thought…
By Kaneene Pineda5 years ago in Fiction
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By James U. Rizzi5 years ago in Fiction
Traveling Salesman
It is the night of the hallowed Hallow’s eve, and you are rested on your sofa in front of your television by the fireplace. You are munching on a bowl of freshly popped buttered popcorn and sipping away on a cold can of sizzling carbonated soda. You await the next ring of the doorbell to hand out miniature candy bars to passing kids dressed as monsters and ghouls.
By REDWRITER5 years ago in Fiction
Obituary
It’s a man’s world in the arid sand swept city of San Antonio, Texas. The Alamo sits as the monument of all things dominantly masculine. The American landscape is scattered in the ideological patriarchy in the post war time of 1955. For a secretary at the San Antonio press, this world can seem like a inescapable board game, whose rules aren’t written in favor of the women playing the game.
By REDWRITER5 years ago in Fiction
The Sun Shines Bright
It's been 6 years, 5 months, and 22 days since the first signs of infection. We don't know where they came from exactly. All we know is that, one day, they were just...here. To think, I used to take the sunrise for granted everyday. Now, the sunrise is my savior. It's the only thing that stops the creatures. Even the sun, however, is only temporary. I've never been more scared of the dark as I have been since their arrival.
By Matthew Cavalcante5 years ago in Fiction
Constellations at the end of the world
“I dreamt of it again last night,” he said grumpily as he rolled out of bed. I stared at him, still trying to figure out how to come back to life after ten hours of sleep. It was the longest I’d slept in a while. I missed being able to be lazy in bed, watching movies while snoozing the day away. It’s amazing what I miss as I get older.
By Suge Acid Hawk5 years ago in Fiction
The Man on The Sidewalk: chapter 2
Brian sat on the bed doing his best to keep his composure as he looked around the nurses' office. Brian had been here before a multitude of times when he got sick. The small room seemed to have gotten smaller as the school nurse looked at Brian annoyed.
By Qwill R. Brennan5 years ago in Fiction
Forest
Uttrakhand, the land of the gods, is where I was born. Even though I was born and raised in Uttar Pradesh, I have been a frequent visitor there for many years now.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare
On Sunday, February 2, 2019, As of this morning, we have relocated to a new home. Even though everything is a mess and the sofa is covered in dust, Rachel enjoys the situation. Rachel was thrilled with our new home, and I am as well.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
Pandemonium is Rising
The fulsome moon shone through the morose patchwork of clouds over the town of Summertown and into the windows of the Pratt house. Shadows shifted shape alive on the walls of his bedroom as Sol tried to sleep.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Fiction
Florida
It only took a few seconds before it was over. Sitting beside a stream in the backwoods of the panhandle, you could see that something was happening off in the distance. The wind started to pick up speed as it squeezed between the trees.
By Sonny Estrada5 years ago in Fiction