Horror
Date Night
It was a cool October night and the carnival was in full swing. The air was filled with the crisp scent of fall and the distant sound of laughter and music. The bright lights of the rides and games illuminated the entire area, this night has been everything I have wanted.
By Jeff Rineer3 years ago in Fiction
A Walk Through the Woods
You “came to” in the midst of a deep, gloomy forest filled with twisted, gnarled trees. The leaves rustled eerily in the wind, and the branches seemed to reach out like bony fingers, pointing at you, as if you were to blame for being there.
By Jeff Rineer3 years ago in Fiction
Memory Lapse
I was sitting on the park bench with my daughter Mary, watching my grandchildren play. The sun is shining down on us, casting a warm glow over the entire park. It was one of those in-the-moment days, where you’re acutely aware and grateful for everything that surrounds you. The smell of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers, the distant laughter of children playing. The joyous moments in our life that make us think “This is what life is all about”.
By Jeff Rineer3 years ago in Fiction
The Question of Price.
It was midday as visitors passed through the large iron gates which signified the main entrance into Doland. Heavy traffic was no stranger to the guards who were tasked with keeping the main gateway safe and orderly. Carriages as well as caravans passed through, a typical sight on any given day. What the guards on duty found quite unusual, was a single lone rider. A man mounted atop a white mare approached the gate, expertly maneuvering his stead between obstacles. As he approached the guards got a better look at him. This man wore a long dark leather coat, with a single sword hilt visible from his right shoulder. His pants as dark as his coat, a blue tunic completed his outfit. Atop his head rested a dark modest traveler's hat which protected his rough elegant face from the sun. His eyes, blue as the sea, met the ranking officer at the gate. This traveler tugged on the reins slowing his pace to a stop, “good day” his voice was soft with a slight hint of wearnies.
By Julio Aguilar3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of London #9
Finding a pub in London, especially in the inner zones was easier than finding a parking spot. They only had to cross the road from the Museum and there were two already, but they looked way too busy. On a normal day, it would be full of tourists resting after a long day in the Museum, and Robert had no doubt that tomorrow will be the same. It was a very British, nay, Londoner thing to do: open your thing for the public a mere days after people were killed because life goes on, doesn't it? No time to mourn. Just don't forget to mop the blood first. And don’t get emotional, we’re British, after all.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
The Adventure of the Monster House
Once upon a time, there was a mysterious house deep in the heart of a dense forest. The house was known as the "Monster House" and it was said to be haunted by a terrifying creature that lived inside. The villagers avoided the forest, and no one dared to go near the house.
By Traumatic World3 years ago in Fiction
