Horror
A Man Called Jospeh
I step through the door and into the stuffy government building, my shoes clicking on the marble floors. The air drips with heat and sweat, and even a slight scent of curry powder. The staff must've just had Indian food for their lunch break. I contend with the noxious smell as I wrestle with the phone in my hand, struggling to turn off the speaker.
By Chris Heller3 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
Sam stood alone in this childhood room at his late mother's home. In his hands, he clasped his m other's locket tightly as a couple tears ran down his face. He shivered slightly, trying to brush away the pain, but it was almost too much for him to handle.
By Matthew Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
Mind Over Matter
Meep…Meep….Meep. Oblivia’s head exploded with pain. Oblivia’s eyes fluttered. Her arm felt like someone was pinching her. Hand sanitizer and bleach wafted over her. She opened her eyes and turned to see a machine hooked up to her arm. The door across from her bed opened. An old decrepit woman entered. She wore a sterilized green suit with long black gloves. She took Oblivia’s good wrist and stared at a watch on her wrist. The doctor hobbled back to the door.
By Ariel Curry3 years ago in Fiction
