Horror
Chapter 2: The Other Way In
The voice had deceived her. There were multiple ways in. Jaclyn stood rooted to the decaying floorboards, her breath trapped between her lungs and throat. The door lay silent—no knocking, no begging, no threats. Only the lingering memory of her brother’s voice, still curling in the air like smoke.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin4 months ago in Fiction
Zombies & Cake
Was any of it worth it? I tried not to think about the blood that was drying on my arm. It was starting to itch. There were three on my right and one on my tail as I rounded the corner and found my saving grace. It might as well be pure gold as far as I was concerned when I saw the old bug sitting inside Tim’s Auto Repair.
By Ashley Houston4 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Things That Die. Content Warning.
Rick Mallory got the citation on a Thursday morning, just before the sun had finished rising. The mail carrier hadn’t bothered to knock. The envelope was crammed halfway into the box, plastic window already smudged with the dirty thumbprint of whoever had handled it last. Rick tugged it loose and carried it inside like it was a trap and he knew it. He stood at the sink and balanced the letter on his palm like a bad coin. The paper felt too thin. Government mail was always printed on paper that felt ashamed of itself.
By Fatal Serendipity4 months ago in Fiction
Voices Behind the Walls
Voices Behind the Walls When Elina first moved into the old brick apartment building on Willow Street, she thought the constant creaks and groans were just the building settling. The rent had been low, and the location was perfect—quiet, near her work, and close enough to the park where she liked to run in the mornings. But by the end of her first week, Elina realized the walls were speaking to her in ways she couldn’t ignore.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
“The Stranger on the Bus” . AI-Generated.
The Stranger on the Bus By : Sami ullah Maya hated her evening commute. The bus was always late, the seats smelled of damp leather, and the flickering yellow lights made everyone look like ghosts. After eight hours at a gray cubicle, all she wanted was silence, a corner seat, and a straight ride home.
By Sami ullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Silence of Oris – Part 1
Eric had always found the ocean comforting—until the night it answered back. He was thirty-two, a marine acoustic technician stationed at the remote research facility of Blackwater Bay. His work involved mapping sonar disturbances, tracking whales, and documenting the sounds rising from the dark Atlantic shelf. It was quiet, lonely work, but after the death of his sister two years ago, loneliness had become a tolerable companion.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Fiction
Don't go in the Attic. AI-Generated.
Don't Go in the Attic Chapter One: The Sisters Glenda Brady was the kind of woman who wore diamonds to breakfast and tantrums to dinner. She had never been told “no” without retaliation. Her older sister Carmen, by contrast, preferred the quiet hum of soil and sun. While Glenda chased champagne and silk, Carmen nurtured tomatoes and silence.
By Cindy Gimnes4 months ago in Fiction
