Horror
Anonymous
Harry woke up to the sound of his doorbell ringing. That’s the first time Harry heard the doorbell ring since he hadn’t heard it in a million years and no one else could answer it for him because he was the only one in the house. His parents had just left for a trip to the Bahamas and wouldn’t be back until the week after. Therefore, the only person who could answer the door was Harry himself. Grunting, Harry slowly climbed out of bed and headed downstairs with a yawn. Turning the doorknob, he opens the door to find a UPS truck drive away from his house in the distance. Harry looked down to find a small, rectangular, four-sided brown papered box at the foot of his doorstep.
By Keyaira Kinslow5 years ago in Fiction
The Unclaimable Bride
Our story is set in the poorest village on Nickle Island with under 200 residents called Daniskville. Nickel Island is a little known island on the Bering Strait. Although it was mostly unheard of, the hierarchy ran much the same as the rest of the world, the rich get richer and the poor stay poorer.
By Samirra Elsaieh5 years ago in Fiction
Empire Of Broken Eyes
From this window the thing arches out over deep blue water, resting on stone pillars like fortifications. I could take picture after picture, but there is something despicable about the progress of the black iron beams, jutting like broken bones, the glowing rivets like Christ’s wounds, the figures crawling over it like maggots and flies and ants, rather than tearing down to its constituent molecules, spewing up piecemeal the swollen carcass of leviathan.
By C S Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Rule
There are two main rules in life: stay in your bubble, and don’t look past the screen. Its something your elders tell you, but you don't really know what it means. Most people shrug it off, and are content to live in the day-to-day fluctuations. They don't want to look past their own microscopic lives, past their televisions and their phone screens. Others, like me, know better. There's more to this life than we think.
By DarkRandall5 years ago in Fiction
The Box
I’ve worked at this particular facility for a few years now. They execute simple tests: the effect of low temperatures on patients with depression, the effect caffeine has upon subjects with attention deficit disorder, etc. I never have any say in the tests and how they are carried out. I simply catalog the subjects and record their reactions to the tests presented. I’ve met many kind souls, but I’ve met just as many troubled hearts. I like to think that this facility gives people reassurance that others care about their troubles. My coworkers are very considerate and kind; always speaking about how they wish that they would cure these illnesses if they could. Each of the other testers always smiles and asks me how I’m feeling today. I guess that the dullness of the facility had gotten to them as well.
By RedemptionVA5 years ago in Fiction
He's Back
"It’s been a long day," Tia said. She leaned over and gave Dion a kiss. "Happy birthday. Don't overdo it. And no driving!" She handed him a card. “Alex and I wanted to make sure you get home safely. It’s for you and Kelli to use for your ride home. And who knows, there might be another surprise for you there.
By Michele Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Trailer
Dad lived in a dilapidated 1973 trailer his screen door faced the river. That crusty Fleetwood trailer sat in our back yard for years they bought it intending it for family vacations. We had no truck to pull it, no where to go and no money to get us there. So it sat there by the fire pit, rotting. We played in it sometimes but in the summer it was too hot. I remember running down the hall and bouncing with each step. It was like a tube…no stairs.
By Amanda Curtis5 years ago in Fiction
I Forgive You, John
John is one of the biggest Hollywood actors of the eighty’s, starring in almost every big box office movie at the time. He is tall, fit, in his early thirties, and has very desirable facial features. He possesses an incredible ability to memorize scripts and has a tongue so sharp, he could cut paper with it. He had a knack at convincing anyone, including the big movie studios, to do his bidding and get what he wanted, even without the help of his manager. He owned the most luxurious condo in the most expensive part of town, the meanest-looking street-legal car, and had multiple partners. He was living the dream.
By Rafael Romero5 years ago in Fiction
Lost burden
“Shut up, Mark!” Ron muttered under his breath. His little brother was driving him mad. Hell, his little brother had been driving him mad ever since he was born. As he dragged his rusty sled, all Ron wanted to do was go sledding and possibly get his highly mysterious soul mate to spend some time with him. Of course, she her self was not aware of their so called ‘bond’. But it did not mean that what Ron felt for her was not real; it did not reduce its legitimacy even one bit.
By Jane Diokpo5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
Dear Frieda, I received your gift. Some weeks ago, in fact. I hate to think you’ve been pacing that cramped kitchen of yours all this time, worrying that the postman had misplaced it, or that you’d misremembered my – our – address. But the truth is that ever since I received your gift I haven’t known what to say. How ironic, you must be thinking, reading this letter with your coffee (black) and yoghurt (plain), perched over your noguchi table. How ironic that you, Julian, who have written me daily since our divorce only two months ago, should lay aside your pen the moment I finally reply… But how could I answer such a thoughtful present with a simple Thank you, Frieda; just what the doctor ordered? Even when I had landed upon a response, I needed a suitable gift to give back. So there it is, on the doorstep (I doubt you’ve brought it inside). Just promise me you’ll read this before you open that.
By Josh Allan5 years ago in Fiction
Catori
Julie and Stephen drove down the dirt road off of the 93 towards a shabby old gas station. As they approached the building they saw how dilapidated the place really was, and were surprised to see a car parked in the back and the front door to the building propped open.
By Jennifer E Baker5 years ago in Fiction
