Horror
let sleeping skeletons lie. Content Warning.
They had looked for many homes on their relativly meagre budget but what they needed wwasnt avaidible. The agent said "you need to up your money or down your expectations. The both thought about it and decided to give it another week and then reassess the problems.
By ASHLEY SMITH4 months ago in Fiction
Run Red. Content Warning.
Josephine knocked frantically. Frantically on the first door she came across. She absorbed herself into the shadow of its awning and held her breathe in hiding. Hiding from from the mangy, maniacal man who was chasing her, cackling. Cackling like a coyote. His hair was matted and parts of his skin appeared to be scratched off. Josie worried the man would smell the scent of her menstruation or hear the beating of her heart against her ribcage, like the beating of wings against chicken wire. Wire coyotes gnashed through to kill her families hens and scatter their feathers about like tiny tombstones.
By Jessica Berkmen4 months ago in Fiction
THE POUNDING. Top Story - October 2025.
THE POUNDING * No, it wasn’t Halloween. In fact, it wasn’t even autumn yet. The nights were almost as warm as the days. Spring break was approaching and my boys looked forward to a week off school. Ah, school!! My mind momentarily wandered back to the past – to my high school days. Oh, what fun they were. Now, here I sat enjoying a nighttime cup of tea, while my boys, ages eight and ten were snuggled in their beds sound asleep. My husband? Well, he’d taken off years earlier. Oh well, good riddance, I always said.
By Margaret Brennan4 months ago in Fiction
RED LIGHTNING. Content Warning.
In my kitchen, I’m preparing to cook my favorite comfort food: spaghetti with garlic knots and a fresh salad with Thousand Island dressing. Lately, I’ve been indulging in comfort foods—sometimes it’s a bowl of Corn Pops topped with orange sherbet ice cream or Girl Scout Thin Mint Pop-Tarts with a cold glass of milk. The good news is the crying has finally passed. I was listening to Napster, playing my Morgan Wallen playlist, because seeing the world through "Whiskey Glasses" is exactly what I am doing right now. There’s nothing quite like country music for making the broken-hearted feel worse. Singing “Whiskey Glasses” at the top of my lungs, off-key, while I set up my solo dinner, I can feel the hollow ache of solitude. It’s hard being alone after so many years in a relationship—even a toxic one. I hear the next song, and Post Malone is serenading me, telling me this one’s for the losers. I will drink to that.
By T.D.Carter4 months ago in Fiction
Vanished During the Festival — Found 25 Years Later in Deserted Homestead
In the summer of 1995, two college students from Minnesota, Diana Reyes, 21, and Marcus O’Connell, 23, embarked on what was supposed to be a fun road trip. Their ultimate destination: the annual Desert Bloom Music Festival in Utah, a vibrant gathering of musicians and art under the open sky. But they never arrived.
By Israr khan4 months ago in Fiction
One Man, Many Faces
Michael wore a smile every morning as he stepped into the office. To his colleagues, he was the kind of man who made the air feel lighter—helpful, approachable, always calm under pressure. They trusted him, even admired him. To them, Michael was the friend everyone wanted around, the one who made difficult days bearable.
By Abid Malik4 months ago in Fiction
A Shadow Eats the Light. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
You live in a cabin in the woods. You left the world behind on purpose. You lived a good life back in those days but as you grew older and more of your cherished loved ones passed on, you preferred nature to the big city.
By C. Rommial Butler4 months ago in Fiction
