Horror
The Crossing. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
โPut that down,โ a voice hissed angrily from somewhere in the corner of a dark room that looked more like an errant garage. A man with large open sores and mangled limbs sat whimpering in a chair as he pushed a bag of ice onto a patch of mottled skin. His hands desperately clinging to the relief it temporarily provided.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 months ago in Fiction
The Smoke of Their Torment . Top Story - October 2025. Content Warning.
Mama, Iโm so sorry. Iโm so damned sorry. I tried to wash up but in this poor lamplight I can hardly tell whats ink and whats his blood. I ainโt bad, mama. I swear I aint. And Iโll always be your boy. Remember that time I caught us that whopper of a catfish. You and daddy was so proud, we was all so hungry.
By Sandor Szabo3 months ago in Fiction
Werewolves Can't be Soldiers. Top Story - October 2025.
Few on Fractallus kept a calendar of the black moon, Lefeyaโs, movementsโfew beyond the sailors and fishermen who relied on knowledge of its tidal effects. Sailors kept a calendar of Khito โthe green moon โ as well. Kalbass only kept a Lafayan calendar, and he lived in the middle of the Tranquil Forest. It hung on the wall in the small but cozy cabin he had inhabited since that fateful day he and his family were mauled on the road from Paviel to Tranquilis. If he were to really think about it, which he never did, he might have come upon the cabin a few days in.
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (1). Content Warning.
Chapter 1: โIโm going to go get another drinkโ I say over the heavy punk music, my girl Cas curled in my arms, delicately painted black lips at her ear, hands resting on her hips. I feel her ass grinding up on me in the best way, skin hot and melty at the closeness.
By ๐. ๐. ๐ก๐พ๐ซ๐3 months ago in Fiction
The Ink of Fate. AI-Generated.
The sun hung low over the crooked trail that wound up the side of Mount Aster, its orange glow spilling over the sharp rocks and whispering pines. On a small ledge halfway up stood a wooden stall, barely held together by rusted nails and hope.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
The Garden Wall. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
Bancross Grove was on my paper round route as a child, and I think that even then, before I had any notion of moving from my family home, it was a location to aspire to. The houses were large period villas with enormous, imposing front gardens, and the land they held at the rear was even more impressive. Iโm not entirely sure how and when I made buying a house on that tiny little cul-de-sac a priority, but I did, and I strived for two decades to get there. I can still remember that feeling of being handed that bunch of keys to 4 Bancross Grove and being left in the doorway to unlock my new home and plan the next part of my life there.
By Simon Curtis3 months ago in Fiction
