Horror

The Vanishing Manuscript
Chapter 1: The Vanishing Manuscript Detective Olivia Turner's office bore the chaotic aura of a battlefield aftermath, a testament to the daily war against crime in the bustling city. The phone rang, disrupting the disarray, and a voice laden with desperation crackled through the receiver. It was Jonathan Blake, the illustrious author whose works had enthralled readers and catapulted him into literary stardom. He spoke of a disappearance that transcended the ordinary—the vanishing act of his latest masterpiece, "Whispers of the Shadows."
By ARTIST2 years ago in Chapters
A Techno Carol (with Apologies to Charles Dickens) - A Story in Five Parts
Part III: Jimmy woke up with shakes and sweat. He looked over at the window pooling the moonlight (not as strong as before). And then he looked over at his desk. All the things that should be there were back. There were no boomboxes, Walkmans or old computer systems. Everything was perfect.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
Blood Bath - Chapter 1. Content Warning.
The boy turned off the high beams, the fresh fog engulfing the car. Neither he nor his girlfriend could see anything ten feet ahead of the vehicle. The car nestled comfortably into the dirt on the side of the road, the engine still running. It shouldn't be long, hopefully, before the two are back on the road.
By Nathan Powell2 years ago in Chapters
Harry Belafonte: A Living Legend and Activist Extraordinaire
It was the spring of 2011, almost twelve years ago, when I had the privilege of meeting the iconic Harry Belafonte at a London hotel in Mayfair. The sunlit day mirrored the brightness of Belafonte's spirit as he had recently published his eloquent autobiography, "My Song," and a documentary, "Sing Your Song," chronicling his extraordinary life, was on the brink of release. While my career as an interviewer has allowed me to engage with many remarkable individuals, spending time with Harry Belafonte was an experience beyond compare, forging a personal connection that added depth to his already profound impact.
By akram elkhil2 years ago in Chapters
Precipice Chapter II: A Casual Stroll
For chapter one, follow this link. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been Nikolai Garcia’s weekly custom since his new position to take a stroll around the quasi-abandoned harbor district of TRUEcit. Not much came from outside anymore. He remembered in his childhood when junk tankers came in from the badlands to sell metal and plastic scrap and scavenged biomass. Now everything was produced in the city’s recyclers and bio-towers by the corporation, so the harbor district slowly starved and decayed to its present run-down and melancholic state.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Chapters
Chronicles of the Abyssal War
In the mystical realm of Eldoria, where shadows dance with ancient prophecies, and the echoes of war linger in every gust of wind, a gripping tale unfolds. Welcome to the "Chronicles of the Abyssal War," a saga that transcends the boundaries of time and reality.
By Lacey Morgan2 years ago in Chapters
Precipice Chapter I: The Fall
The first thing Avery Thompson could recall was her body falling through a violent, stormy sky. Below her was nothing but the roiling waves of a disturbed ocean and the shadows cast by each peak and trough. The air was bitterly frigid - slices of cold lanced her cheeks, chest and arms and tangled into her jacket and hiking pants.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Chapters
Science Fiction
Environmental disaster and artificial intelligence run amok have emerged as the major science-fiction concerns of our time. Compared to those, gray, almond-eyed aliens in flying saucers, hellbent on destroying humanity, feel like a throwback to simpler times. But “No One Will Save You,” Brian Duffield’s genre exercise, is deceptive.
By mahadi2 years ago in Chapters
The Rat’s Tale Part 3/ Prequel
“You know I’m having a Christmas party, right?” Diamond asked in a tone that implied not only that she’d already invited me, but that this was a friendship, not a client/ stylist relationship. I thought that was weird, but it was the holidays, and a Mariah Carey tune can really bring the best out of people.
By scaldingblktea 2 years ago in Chapters
The Marshes
Well, this is it. As I stepped further into the darkness, I knew there was no going back. No magic, no higher power, no parents, no honorables would be able to reach me in this forsaken land. Where I now tread, few have been before. Most of them have not returned. Smoke bellows out of the ground, sulphuric clouds obstruct my view. The smell is putrid. My eyes are teary, my lungs are having trouble taking in oxyen. I know what is behind this cloudy mess I am in. Yet still, my heart is beating rapidly in anticipation.
By Reinier Prins2 years ago in Chapters
The Shedding Skin Two
By the time that they dragged a teacher into the gym, the girl was gone. And so was the 'wishing well' that she had sang to. Both girls told the teacher what they had seen. How she was just there a moment ago. Covered in realistic vomit and glowing like a lightning bug. The teacher, Mrs. Hawkins wasn't amused. Her eyes scanned both girls' faces a moment with a thoughtful look on her face. In a soft voice, she said,"There's nothing here. I don't appreciate pranks, girls. I have a lot to do before the dance and I'd like to get it done."
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
The Cheshire House Sixteen
Hello Journal, We had gone to our job just an hour ago, things seemed fine. And we've been spending time trying to not go back to my Grandparents house. This was going to be a difficult venture and I was worried that we'd find some rotting shambling corpse. The spirit that was trying so hard to protect us from whatever danger it believed was around. I know that expecting to see him walking around is stupid. In fact it's really stupid and I'd smell him pretty easily if he was hiding around the place. But Trevor and myself haven't been that wise lately.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters