Horror

The Spirit Box (9). Content Warning.
Chapter 9: Home Grown Terrorists I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Al Kapa-kai, a new group, had managed to blow up a building in downtown Los Angeles.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (8). Content Warning.
Chapter 8: The woman I used to call my wife. “You know, Emily, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm impressed," I said, leaning against the wall of Emily's cubicle. "Trying to be a better person takes morals, and I’m honestly surprised you've got 'em. You’re usually so unscrupulous!"
By Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago in Fiction
THE ASHMOOR LEGACY (Part 2)
Start writing...Dawn didn't break; it leaked. A pale, sickly grey light infiltrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling greasy and cold. It did little to dispel the shadows that clung like dark mould to the sharp, brutalist corners of Ashmoor Hall. The house, by day, felt even more oppressive—a silent, concrete tomb waiting for night to fall again.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (7). Content Warning.
Chapter 7: “And here I thought I couldn’t get you to scream that loud again.” My brain can’t process what I’m seeing, who’s fucking sitting right in front of me at the same table. A very much alive Sly, and the most demonic smirk he’s ever flashed my way, vampire fangs and all. “Hey little psycho, do I get that hug now?”
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (6). Content Warning.
Chapter 6: I don’t exactly remember what conspired after I fell into the arms of Officer Stanton, everything kind of going blurry and dark for a beat; my head pounding with a bigger headache as I think I blacked out. But before I knew it, I was at the police station, drowning in an extra-large sized LAPD Academy sweater with an ice pack, handcuffed to the desk and being interrogated for yet another murder I didn’t…fucking…commit!
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
THE ASHMOOR LEGACY
The summons didn't arrive with a black wax seal or heavy, cream-colored stationery. It landed in Liam’s inbox like a digital shard of ice: a terse, legal email from a firm in Zurich.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Diminishing
I have long suspected there exists thresholds not fashioned by human hands—passages that wait with the poise of something ancient and expectant. What I found was not a hallway but an omen disguised as one. At first, I thought myself lost, or dreaming, yet reason bent beneath what I saw. Whatever force guided me—vision or damnation—led me to a corridor secreted within the ordinary world like a thorn beneath velvet.
By SUEDE the poet3 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Gift
In Ravelle, time had a slower pace. The streets between the stone houses were meandering like the ribbon streets and every evening, in the air, the smell of bread from the old bakery and the faint scent of rain. At the very center of the town was to be found a little shop with a faded sign reading:
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (7). Content Warning.
Chapter 7: Governors Wife I leaned back in my chair, sipping my coffee as I scanned the morning headlines on my phone. The phone on my desk rang, giving me a slight headache and mild ringing in my ear, and I picked it up.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (5). Content Warning.
Chapter 5: “Officers, I think there’s been some sort of mistake here.” I try to reason with them, my hands firmly up in surrender not wanting to add getting shot to my list of unfortunate fucking circumstances tonight.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
“Flash Fiction Fridays”
Flash Fiction Fridays By [Ali Rehman] Every Friday evening, like clockwork, the small community of writers gathered online for “Flash Fiction Fridays.” It was a tradition born from a shared love of bite-sized stories — short tales packed with emotion, surprise, and meaning, each no longer than a few hundred words but heavy with impact.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
“Voices of the Creators”
Voices of the Creators By [Ali Rehman] In a small, sunlit café tucked away from the noisy streets of the city, a group of creators gathered once a month to share their stories — the stories behind their stories, the voices that shaped their art. They called it the “Voices of the Creators” series: intimate conversations that brought light to the hidden moments, the doubts, and the triumphs of those who create.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction