Horror
The Willowbrook Home for Foundlings. Honorable Mention in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
Cecil pressed his eye against the pupil-sized hole in the wall as he hunched down in the shadows of the west hall at The Willowbrook Home for Foundlings, which had been his home for the past month or so.
By Aaron Morrison3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (3). Content Warning.
Chapter 3: “Like Hell!” I scream through gritted teeth, my black nails clawing behind me, catching the skin on his cheek as he stumbles back, blood from my wounds spilling down the side of my neck. Putting pressure on the fang marks I spin to face my attacker grabbing one of the bottles off the counter with my nondominant hand, smacking him in the head as hard as I can manage. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again! Don’t look at me” I hit him again, “don’t talk to me, don’t have anything to fucking do with me!” He slides back towards the sink, blood pooling from his head to match the sticky substance staining my skin and leotard.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
“A Letter to Tomorrow”
A Letter to Tomorrow By [Ali Rehman] The night was still — one of those evenings when the silence felt like a mirror, forcing me to see myself clearly. The city hummed faintly outside my window, distant and disinterested. Inside, my desk lamp cast a small circle of light over a blank page. A cup of coffee sat beside it, half-finished and already cold. I stared at the page for what felt like hours, pen hovering, heart trembling with the weight of everything unsaid.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
“The Girl Who Painted Feelings”
The Girl Who Painted Feelings By [Ali Rehman] A story about art that reveals hidden truths They called her Lila, the girl with colors in her veins. She didn’t paint landscapes or portraits like the others in her art class — she painted emotions. Not the kind you could name easily — not joy, sorrow, or love — but the unnamed shades between them. The trembling feeling before goodbye. The ache of laughter that hides a tear. The silence between two people who used to know each other well.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
The Keyhole of Room 666
The Keyhole of Room 666 The hotel waited in the dark like it had been holding its breath for years. The corridors smelled of dust and old wood, and the boards groaned under each step Harris took. He had worked the night shift long enough to know which doors to ignore, which ones to pass quickly. Room 666 was one of them. Everyone whispered about it, even the cleaning staff. No one stayed there, no one went near it after the sun went down. Harris had never believed it, until tonight.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Chased Light
I had forgotten what sunlight felt like—until the diary reminded me that hope never truly dies. --- I fell to the streets of my broken city, the buildings around me hunched like tired giants. Silence had claimed every alley, every corner. I walked with my hands in my pockets, pretending that the darkness outside didn’t match the one inside my chest. Each step echoed on the cracked pavement, a reminder that the world had moved on while I remained frozen in shadows.
By Shahab Khan3 months ago in Fiction
Dorgan Life. AI-Generated.
Introduction Everyone in Gray Harbor knew Dorgan by the sound of his boots. They were old logger soles, heavy as memory, and they thumped the pier in a steady metronome as the sun dragged itself over the water. On mornings when fog ate the shoreline and gulls screamed like unpaid debts, you could follow that rhythm from the bait shed to the last mooring and know: life was moving forward, whether you felt ready for it or not.
By Aaina Oberoi3 months ago in Fiction
Peep . Honorable Mention in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
The problem with integrated, online security systems these days, Ava thought, was the fact that they weren't very secure... not if you had any real technological skills or knowledge. With so many cracks, crevices, and peep holes to exploit, it was no wonder that peoples homes were less safe than they had ever been... Of course, it was a blessing for her; being paid to shore up faulty defence systems paid well. More importantly, it scratched that itch she could never tell anyone about; she always left a little peep hole of sorts in her solutions. A space she could slide into to watch her previous clients as they went about their daily lives.
By S. A. Crawford3 months ago in Fiction
Sibyl's Stream. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
At first, my explorations of the underground tunnels yielded only a musky smell and a long stroll in the quiet dark, but what I found that day when I peeked through a crack in the wall changed me forever.
By C. Rommial Butler3 months ago in Fiction
