Horror

How to Survive an Alien Abduction
1. Introduction It is no secret that the river is not as safe as it used to be. The threats that have risen against us have multiplied on a massive scale. I’m not talking about bears, eagles, or even one another, I’m talking about a far more formidable foe. Many have said that they are just a myth or a scary bedtime story for your fingerlings, but the truth is, they’re out there lying in wait for us. If they weren’t, we wouldn’t have seen so many disappearances as we have in this past season. Make no mistake, aliens are very real. That is why I’m here to tell you exactly what you need to do in the event of a close encounter.
By Levi Dickson8 days ago in Fiction
Preface and Epigraph
Preface This story blends fiction and non-fiction using actual memories shared by my son Toby and me. Before each chapter, you’ll find a memory from our lives; most of them true and written as accurately as I remember. The real memories are woven throughout the story and intertwined with the main narrative. Though this story dives into some heavy moments, Toby was never in danger of losing his life.
By Anton Mathias Heft 9 days ago in Fiction
PACO Calling TACO - 8
"Hello, Donald?" "Yes, Vladimir? We are on full-name basis again?" "Yes, I'm so mad at you!" "Why, Vladimir? What did I do?"
By Lana V Lynx9 days ago in Fiction
Saturday, September 24th, 2011
“Toby’s dad is ‘it’,” called one of the neighborhood boys at the park. Anton was enjoying his weekly Saturday game of tag with Toby and the neighborhood kids at the local park. The park’s large, grassy area was rarely mowed and riddled with weeds. Random garbage and the occasional pile of dog feces dotted the landscape. In the center of the park was a circular area of old, red mulch with a rust, brown jungle gym in its center. On the side adjacent from each other were two equally deteriorated, brown swing sets. The children used one of the swing sets, while the other set only had one swing left. That individual swing was used by the local drug dealer as a one stop shop for a variety of illegal drugs. He monopolized that spot for a majority of each day.
By Anton Mathias Heft 9 days ago in Fiction
Saturday, December 25, 2010
This was Toby’s best Christmas ever!! He woke up to a mountain of presents, even ones he hadn’t dared ask Santa for. A brand new Playstation 2 sat amid the chaos along with two amazing new games: an adventurous SpongeBob game and Spyro the Dragon. There was also a football, a blue and orange frisbee, a fresh pair of shoes, a stack of new clothes, and not one but two big stockings overflowing with sweetness and joy.
By Anton Mathias Heft 9 days ago in Fiction
Shhhh
“What will you do?” “I don’t know. I never know. I wish I could trade this away sometimes, be given someone else’s family. Deal with mediocre problems. You know, like Uncle Charles said something unseemly at Thanksgiving or some crap.”
By Laura Lann9 days ago in Fiction
Peanut Butter Sandwiches
“I know that there was a big church here?” “Used to be?” “Yes, used to be, before…” “Yea, before… come on let’s keep moving, it’s starting to get dark.”
By Raine Fielder9 days ago in Fiction
Friday, May 18th, 2007. Content Warning.
“Here you are ladies, early as usual.” Anton informed his six gorgeous passengers. “Same time again tonight?” Anton had landed one hell of a gig this time. All he had to do was pick up six exotic dancers at the same place and time, then drive them 20 minutes down the road. Each girl gave him $20 to drop them off, and another $20 when he picked them back up.
By Anton Mathias Heft 10 days ago in Fiction
Everyone Is Immortal
Intoduction This is for Lana V Lynx's "Immortality, Granted!" Challenge, which you can check out here: These are the opening lines:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 days ago in Fiction
The Face on its back.. Content Warning.
The waves crashed against the boat, rocking it, he hadnt set down the anchor before he had passed out drunk the night before. As he slowly came to his senses he realised he was near an island, he wracked his brain trying to think where he was. It mustve been somewhere in indonesia. His head ached, hed hit the booze a little hard the night before, he ran his little sailboat himself, it had a motor clamped to the back for emergencies but hed never really used it.
By Elliot Davison10 days ago in Fiction
(Chapter 2) While running a TRPG campaign as the DM with my friends, we suddenly got transported into the game world—becoming the very characters we had carefully designed, in a world whose entire setting was created by me!!!. Content Warning.
Chapter 2 Traveling along The Trade Way, this seemingly ordinary caravan concealed a dark undercurrent. The Caravan Master, a bald man named Garrick, ostensibly transported spices and silk from the south. However, the carriage reinforced with Ironwood and enchanted with a deceptive Anti-Magic Field—which was merely a shoddy silence ward—held the true cargo: freeborn maidens destined for the underground black markets of Skullport in Tidegate.
By Rikah Pan (Jeremiah)10 days ago in Fiction
(Chapter 1) While running a TRPG campaign as the DM with my friends, we suddenly got transported into the game world—becoming the very characters we had carefully designed, in a world whose entire setting was created by me!!!. Content Warning.
Chapter 1 It was a night thick with the mockery of fate, the air heavy with the artificial tang of cheap snacks and the sickly-sweet mist of bursting soda bubbles.
By Rikah Pan (Jeremiah)10 days ago in Fiction