Horror

Starvation
Hello, who’s there? It’s very dark in this room… Nothing is visible to me Could someone please help me… Outside, all I could see was darkness….
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
The End Arrives on Furry Feet
That interminable summer the bunnies were everywhere. A heatwave had descended on what seemed like the entire world, which appeared only to make the bunnies multiply with breakneck speed - even for the well-known reproducers.
By Danielle Loewen5 years ago in Fiction
Storytelling
“How much did you drink?” “I don’t drink.” “You don’t drink.” Isa repeats as she types. “I’m diabetic.” “Good.” I guess she means it’s good that I wasn’t disgustingly drunk when it happened, not that it’s good I have diabetes.
By Rae Rorschach5 years ago in Fiction
Golden Summer
Shimmers of steam rose from the pavement, making the road look magical. Emma folded back the flap of the tent and stepped out. She stood and looked around. The early morning rain had changed the countryside. The rain had washed the dust and griminess away. The world was clean and new again. Sweet petrichor still filled the air, but as more of the rain evaporated, the thick, cloying heat of the day to come started to appear. The rain did, however, bring the promise of the coming Fall.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Fiction
Fading
The window sat high in the wall. The odd gust of wind would press the plants outside to the glass. The yellow flowers would be clearer when it happened; marigolds.
By CD Breadner5 years ago in Fiction
Whatever 'Witch' Way We Go
I woke up in the middle of the night to a tapping sound at my bedroom window. What could that be? I opened my eyes to my darkened room, where only a slight illumination from a streetlight outside my window could be seen, painted across my ceiling, casting a shadow from a low hanging tree branch. In my mind, I imagined the shadow of a bird landing upon the branch, and a large black raven moving across the room. I could hear my school teacher’s voice in my head, reading some creepy Edgar Allen Poe story. Then I heard that tapping sound again…
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”5 years ago in Fiction
The Quiet One
Jane was a soft-spoken girl of few words. Her closest friend, John, had always liked that about her. John would take up entire rooms with his personality and Jane shrank to give him that space, often already having retreated into her imagination.
By Chels Raegen Knapp5 years ago in Fiction
Long Thaw
"I can't do this anymore...", the girl whimpered out as she drew a sharp breath. wincing in pain she collapsed in the alleyway. She laid there flat on her back in the dark wet snicket, a sharp pain spread from her right side. Blood started to pool from the pain. putting her bruised hand over the wound as the warm liquid speed through her fingers. Slowly getting up, her face grimicing at the discomfort. Limping over to the nearest brick wall her nose began to bleed. "Ugh, damn this.", she groaned out of her busted lips. Sliding down, leaving a crimson smear as she went down. A strong urge to puke overwhelmed her as she released her leftovers all over the ground and herself.
By The Bobcat Witch5 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
It was a rainy and cold night. I was driving home carefully; I wasn’t expecting this tragedy to happen to me. As I go through the green light a truck hits me from the side. My whole car flipped over 5 times before I finally cracked my neck and died. As I’m dead in my car, I’m looking outside of my body. I see my dead body right in front of me. I’m not sure what to do at this point, so I ran towards the truck that hit me. The truck driver gets out of the truck and runs towards my body in so much fear. I see him cry; the remorse in his eyes made me feel bad for him and I was the one who was dead. He calls the police saying “A man’s car just fell in a ditch please come and help fast!” He paces back and forth deciding what he should do. “Should I stay here and wait for the police to come or should I leave?” He thinks to himself. I realize at this moment that I can read a person's mind. I know everything he is thinking; he says to himself “I might as well just stay. If I run they’ll catch me eventually. They’ll even think it was on purpose.”
By Nala5 years ago in Fiction
Sozo: a Betrayed God
III: Sozo: a Betrayed God (I) Today was different than their typical walk-day, another walk around the lake with their dog Warhead. Even though they’ve been on the same walk for a long time the three of them enjoyed this intimate time together.
By Jayde Bartha5 years ago in Fiction
The Second Floor
I have never wanted to go to a hospital because I despise them. My biggest nightmare came true once when one of our relatives was hospitalized in the hospital, and we had to visit him. It was a large hospital, but it was located outside of town. There were only a couple of residences nearby. We started our journey early, yet it took us until after nightfall to arrive. I wasn’t feeling well, so I went for a walk in the garden next to the hospital until my family returned from seeing a relative. While listening to music, I wandered around. As I approached the back of the hospital, it began to rain. I rushed into the hospital’s back door after seeing it. It was rather dark there, so I used the flashlight on my phone. It was a storage area. I was worried since my phone’s battery was low and it was about to die. Then I decided to look for a way inside the hospital through a door. I noticed a door, but it was shut. So I proceeded up the steps on my right to see if there was another entrance. I proceeded up to the first level, but there was no door. As a result, I chose to go to the second floor.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
Monsters: Chapter 1
The clock on the mantlepiece clicked quietly in the background as the flicker of the television screen filled the dark room with brightly coloured light. The floor was like that of a landscape in the late evening as the sun began to set, mounds of blankets like rolling hills, their occupants unmoving and fast asleep. The only thing in the room that moved was a tall boy, who sat on the edge of the sofa, enamoured by the movie he intently watched.
By Sam Averre 5 years ago in Fiction