Horror
The Zombie Apocalypse Aquarium
“I have an idea on where we can get some additional food sources,” Jared says. He’s been worrying today about our food situation, because the simple reality is we can’t go to the grocery store much longer before the food there will go bad.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts of the Midnight Hour
Warning: The following story is very graphic. This content is not meant to be consumed by children and if you are easily frightened, you probably should not continue. This story is a work of fiction and is not based on any real events.
By Logan Donahue5 years ago in Fiction
Stalk
THE PARK WAS QUIET, SAVE FOR A FEW BIRDS STILL RESTLESSLY CHIRPING. It sounded like maybe there was a raccoon rooting through the trash. It was the only place that she could think to bring him. He promised he wasn’t going to freak out. The background noise of rock music could be heard back at the trailer park. The streetlight was flickering.
By Nathan Charles5 years ago in Fiction
Thursdays
I always hated Thursdays more than any day of the week. Most people hate Mondays the most, but Mondays were at least miserable for reasons you would expect. Thursdays were just the crack on the sidewalk that tripped you before Friday. I never complained though. I was always the type to smile when I didn’t feel like smiling, small talk when I didn’t feel like small talking, and to “pull up my bootstraps” even when the straps were broken.
By Tiara Morris5 years ago in Fiction
The Darkness That Lurks
Those eyes. I could feel them piercing through the darkness. The invisible stare felt like a pair of hands snaking out from the source. I could feel those invisible hands, they slithered over the hills and valleys of my comforter until they touched me. Those ice cold hands curled around my body as if to crush the life out of me. The fang-like fingers reached up to grip my throat and began to dig into my skin, making it hard to breathe. It was as if the abyss was personified; the anxiety alone threatened to suffocate me the longer the standstill went on. Sweat began to cover my palms and my eyes darted over to my bedside lamp. I had made up my mind that the only way to escape this dread was to illuminate the darkness. Would I be quick enough to turn on my lamp before whatever was in the dark could strike? I braced myself and turned as quickly as I could toward my lamp. Hand outstretched, it felt as if the darkness was rushing toward me- my eyes shot open as I gasped for air. I was covered in a cold sweat as I looked around my room. It was now dawn, and the room had slightly brightened. It was only a dream?
By Kaylee Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
Moonlight Adventures
Moonlight Adventures The peaceful sounds of the cloudless night were drowned out by Britney’s obnoxious recounting of some controversial Instagram feud she was in. Her horrible nasally voice was far too high pitched to be natural and I could hear nearby animals scuttling in the underbrush. I squeezed Bryce’s hand threateningly as my temper flared and he squeezed mine gently and leaned in whispering, “I’m sorry…”
By Ivana Mileusnic5 years ago in Fiction
The Sweetest Rose
It had rained every day for the past week. The old dusty cabin she had thought was going to be a rustic getaway was dark and leaking. It just figured her first vacation in two years would be a flop. She had planned for a breathtaking view and watching the leaves change in the Carolina Appalachian mountains drinking wine and catching up on some reading. Normally, the rain wouldn’t have bothered her, but the smell of the old wet wood and mildew was almost unbearable. She had decided tomorrow she would drive down to Asheville and stay at a nice bed and breakfast and enjoy the remaining three days of her vacation. She took her dirty dish to the sink and poured another glass of Merlot. She was not doing dishes tonight, she decided, she would do them before she left in the morning and do a little bit of tidying up before she left. She was much more interested in getting packed to leave tomorrow morning. She couldn’t believe she stayed here as long as she did. The company that referred her to this place was definitely going to get a piece of her mind about it.
By Sam Hudgins5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Chase the Bag
One word defines my life, compulsive. It’s the first word I can remember, and it’s the first one you should write in my obituary. It’s served me well. Despite the grit and grime, only I have remained. A vigilant servant of justice. Destined to be a detective. If I had any other choice, I probably would still be married. Have a good relationship with my children. Wishful thinking. The streets are my home and I prefer to keep a clean house.
By Blake A Swan5 years ago in Fiction
The Damn Box
“God damn…” Christopher Pitt groaned this well worn expression as he picked up his 107th box of the morning and placed it into his delivery truck. It wasn’t a very heavy box, but Chris didn’t have a very good back. Or a very good knee, or very good shoulder. It seems that when Chris hit the big 3-0 five years ago he started to play the real life version of the children’s game Operation. So many unexpected movements would bring about the annoyingly loud buzz and red light in the form of pain. And right now, his back just buzzed.
By Justan Romias 5 years ago in Fiction
