Horror

Chocolate Poison
She tried to remember the days of feeling alive, but she could not. It seemed to have been so long since he had already moved on to another girl, not at all that looked like her, but in some way, in all the ways it annoyed her. It seems she had been a play toy to him, as he smiled at this girl with fair dirty blond hair & sky blue eyes. They dined in the room where he had made his move to stop her heart. But now it was her time to act out a plan of her own. She stood behind this girl, looking in the bathroom mirror checking her adherence. The poor girl did not know what would happen next if only she could see her looming over her & as she set her hand to this pure and loving girl's bare shoulder, the light went out for her. But the light went on for her and the blurnees of an indeed boy became living clearness.
By Victorian Black 5 years ago in Fiction
Two Heads
“We’ve got a problem,” said Jack. “Come with me.” Jon Stevens had just finished the last of the sweet stuff in the house: a slice of chocolate cake. There wasn’t much left to eat now after the electromagnetic pulse had killed the power grid a week ago. The smoldering remains of the airbus crash that had killed Cody were finally cool enough for people to pick through the wreckage, and the girls had gone to mourn over where their sons had died. Jack gave Pam his 20-gauge shotgun just in case they ran into trouble. Samantha carried a med kit and hiking pole. Jon was a little leery about letting their wives go to the crash site but relented when he saw there was a larger group of mothers going together.
By Karen Bouknight5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
“A little chocolate never hurt nobody” said Eleanor Macklemore in her charming southern brogue as she served up a generous slice of her homemade chocolate cake to the new neighbor. Samuel Cochran had just moved in next door and despite being rather introverted, had agreed to meet Eleanor for her afternoon tea. Of course, she hadn’t left him much choice. She had been the listing agent on his new house and he had dealt with her several times. She had helped him get a deal, after all.
By Heather Foster5 years ago in Fiction
A Bad Case of Food Poisoning
Charles had no idea this is how the world would end. He had no idea the fate of this entire planet would start with one simple dessert.
By David Meyer5 years ago in Fiction
Shadows
Morton was trapped. Lucid, but not quite conscious. Mentally, he was aware of what he was seeing; and it went on, one horrific nightmare at a time. He had tried to keep track, making rough estimations of the duration of each bit of his life that he watched, but it escaped him. He clung to his composure for as long as he was able, but the barrage of horror had proven to be to much. As the wheel of memories spun on, Morton found himself pleading for the end, his own voice echoing through his mind in this new plane of existence.
By Brandon Boyer5 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Ball
snow•ball noun 1. a ball of packed snow, especially one made for throwing at other people for fun. "they pelted him with snowballs"
By Gwyn Glasser5 years ago in Fiction
The Box Game
Do you feel lucky? That’s really the only question that matters. It’s a big reason for why the game has gotten so popular. There are no feats of strength or stamina to attempt, no challenges of intellect to conquer, and no social hierarchies to climb. All you have to do is guess, and all that matters is your luck.
By Thomas Kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
Artemisia Absinthe was a precocious girl. And while her parents’ boast that she could read by the time she was two was probably an exaggeration springing from parental pride, it was clear to all she was several laps smarter than her older brother, Cyril. Who, even at seven, still lacked the skill to pick his nose - and had never been known to open a book, except to look at the pictures.
By Pitt Griffin5 years ago in Fiction
Dessert, Decomposed
Two cups of granulated sugar? Why the hell are we still measuring with cups? He pulls a dessert spoon out the drawer and scoops two heaps into the plastic bowl sat on the countertop.
By em5 years ago in Fiction
Recurrence
RECURRENCE Why did it have to be this way? I never asked for much, just the chance to live a peaceful life. Yet, there I was sitting in the hot seat under the spotlight… er… well, interrogation lamp. I had three detectives around me. One of them, a man in a simple white shirt, tie, and suit pants glowered at me from his chair on the other side of the table from where I was sitting. If I remember correctly, that jerk's name was Thomas Masterson; a five-foot-ten-inch tall, two-hundred-thirty-pound slab of hostile meat. I wondered if he'd ever been laid. While Thomas glared, there's this other man steadily walking around the table in the center of that plain room asking questions. Honestly, the questions he asked were just completely redundant.
By Timothy S Purvis5 years ago in Fiction
To Pay the Rainmaker
It was almost fifty years ago, but we still celebrated the anniversary of that day every year. It was the day our village was saved. Some people called it a miracle, but I knew better because I was the one that made it happen.
By Gerald Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
"DIE" With a "T"
Cindy could never wrap her head around the expression ‘you can’t have your cake and eat it, too.’ To be fair, she also didn’t really get why people ate cake in the first place. Didn’t they understand the sheer caloric intake of such indulgence? The chunks and rolls that would inevitably be added to the human figure?
By Dan Foley5 years ago in Fiction