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Two Bodies, One Spirit. Top Story - April 2018.
The creature frozen in place lies there on the ground. Breathing slightly, emulating how I felt with the wound in my side. Weak, growing colder by the minute becoming more and more lifeless. I stared into the eyes of the creature, seeing the spark of gold in them now seemed to be fleeting away with every breath that expelled from both of our bodies. I wanted to speak, I wanted to comfort it, for it was obvious that we were connected somehow and knowing that it was in the same pain I was in made me want to take all the pain only onto myself. I wanted to spare this poor creature from the agony, that would lead to a slow death.
By Eliza Vargas8 years ago in Horror
Review: 'Unsane'
While many are focused on Steven Soderbergh’s mode of filming Unsane, they might miss just how exceptional the film truly is. The fact that Soderbergh, the auteur behind Traffic, Erin Brockovich, and the mind behind mainstream blockbusters like the Oceans franchise, made Unsane on several different iPhones is certainly notable, but the important thing to know is that he has made one incredibly chilling horror thriller.
By Sean Patrick8 years ago in Horror
A Voice Amongst the Voiceless
My days are numbered. That much I am sure of. Oppressive, artificial heat from above beats down onto my skin. Everything about my life is intensive. I am trapped here, with so many others, whose faces I see one day and they are gone the next. I look across our prison and connect with a mother with blue eyes and long lashes. She's beautiful, and so full of pain, like myself.
By Holly Bushnell8 years ago in Horror
The Devil Watches over Me
Every night for as long as I could remember, I always knew there was something watching me from the shadows and the corners of my room. It has always been a disturbing feeling yet over time I became used to it. I can't call it my guardian angel because it wasn't. Even though it watched over me 24 hours of the day, it wasn't there to protect me. If it was there to protect me, then it would keep my nightmares away from me. Those nightmares would get worse and worse over the years of my childhood. The worst one I can remember was always of me standing face to face with the Devil. It was always the same dream, we just glared at each other. He looked at me with pure hatred and I looked at him with rage and fear. It always felt like he took something from me and that was something that I would not understand until recently.
By Freddy Cabrera8 years ago in Horror
Horribly Horrific
Plutarch Octavius was born into one of the wealthiest families in all of Europe. All the other noble families within a fortnight’s journey arrived to witness the birth of a new elite. Plutarch had the blackest hair that anybody had ever seen, eyes that looked like ice, and the fairest skin in all of the country, and possibly the world. Everyone in England with a title knew Plutarch and his family, for they were rumored to be the descendants of an Ancient Roman house. As a youth, he was admired, almost worshipped, by elites. He supped with royal families from all over the world; he was educated by the greatest physicians, philosophers, historians, mathematicians, and holy men. He was destined to inherit the fortune and title of his family, given the fact the he was an only child, and the only child of his father, the sole presumptive of the family’s assets. He was meant for greatness since birth; however, fate took a darker course of action.
By Jared Smith8 years ago in Horror
