Horror

My Purpose
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Every afternoon, he would let her spend a few minutes here to look down at the world she would never be a part of. She watched as guards patrolled the fort and counted the footprints they left in the ever-present dusting of snow. She came up with stories for each guard as they passed her view. One guard was on his way to the market so that he could cook dinner or lunch for the employees. Another guard was heading out to his car so that he could fix a broken tire that was preventing him from using his gasoline. One guard, who she really enjoyed seeing, was on his way to visit her so that he could stand near her. Every day these guards walked the same routes, yet in the fifteen years that she had spent in this tower, they never did anything else. She was born pure, without sores, and that meant it was her responsibility to fuel the summer flame so that what was left of humanity could be protected by its power.
By M.A Rector3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Shadows: A Vampire's Tale
Inciting incident Something happens that throws the main character(s) out of their normal life and into a world of danger and mystery. This could be a chance encounter with a vampire or the discovery of a hidden vampire society.
By ANTONY PRADEEP3 years ago in Fiction
A ghost story for five teenagers
here is a ghost story for five teenagers: It was a dark and stormy night, and five teenagers were gathered around the campfire, telling ghost stories to each other. The wind howled through the trees, and the rain pounded against the ground, making it difficult to hear what anyone was saying.
By RAJA R3 years ago in Fiction
It Lurks Among the Pine
As I write this, the mountains seem so dark and damp from the freshly fallen snow; too early in the season to settle on the forest floor. Incandescent yellows and fiery orange leaves climb the mountainside in broad strokes among the primarily piney wood.
By Willow Cinders3 years ago in Fiction
Blinds
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was a small basement window, up quite high, looking out onto the street. The worlds worst window, dad had called it. Supposed to be a safety valve if there was ever a fire, or gas leak, or if you got trapped in the basement, but there was no way to open it. Break glass in case of emergency, he said, and laughed. She didn’t understand the joke.
By Shane Dobbie3 years ago in Fiction
"The Haunted Cabin: A Ghost Story"
Ghost Story: The Haunted Cabin Prologue: It was a dark and stormy night, and five teenagers - Ajith, Priya, Meena, Anish, and John - were gathered around the campfire, trying to stay warm and dry. They had decided to spend the weekend at a remote cabin in the woods, hoping to have a fun and adventurous time together.
By Ajith kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Rebel Against: The Alien Uprising
The Abduction It was a typical Wednesday evening when it happened. Sarah had just finished her shift at the grocery store and was walking home when she saw the bright lights in the sky. At first, she thought it was just a helicopter or some other aircraft. But as the lights descended closer and closer, she realized it was something else entirely.
By Zohaib Sunesara3 years ago in Fiction
"The House on the Hill"
The house on the hill had always been a source of fascination for the small town. It stood tall and ominous, the old Victorian mansion seeming to loom over the surrounding houses like a sentinel watching over the town. No one had lived in the house for as long as anyone could remember, and the townspeople whispered about the strange goings-on inside. Some said the house was haunted by the ghost of the former owner, a wealthy businessman who had died under mysterious circumstances. Others claimed to have seen strange lights flickering in the windows at night, or heard strange noises coming from within the walls.
By prashanth3 years ago in Fiction
Behind the last window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had been trapped in this horror dystopian world for as long as she could remember, living in constant fear of the unknown dangers that lurked beyond the walls of the dilapidated building she called home.
By HermitsHouse3 years ago in Fiction
Split Mind
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was winter, but the butterflies didn’t seem to realize it yet. They moved aimlessly in corkscrew patterns behind the glass. She watched them as, one by one, they shivered under winter’s onslaught and dropped lifeless to the ground.
By Alison McBain3 years ago in Fiction
Behind The Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She could see the outlines of mountains in the distance and could see the rushing waters of a far away ocean. There weren’t any animals around and it was oddly quiet without the sounds of any creatures. She could see the ground was dry and cracked, and it almost reminded her of being in a Scorching hot desert. The temperature was rather odd though as Elsie sat there in the freezing cold. She cried out but no one could hear her screams. She was desperate. She had no idea where she was or who had decided to keep her here.
By Bethany Devereux3 years ago in Fiction
Honorable Faceless Thing
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Thurdo wadded up the piece of paper and tossed it out the open window, into the head-heaps below. A stupid first sentence, for a stupid gent with a stupid name. Thurdo. What kind of name was that? His grandfather had been Murdo MacNelson, his father Murdo MacNelson, Jr. What on Earth was wrong with Murdo MacNelson the Third? Thurdo. Suppose his mother thought that was funny, and his father couldn’t argue with a woman who’d just undergone childbirth. Turdo, that’s what the schoolchildren called him back when schools happened. Set him up for a life of embarrassment, is all it did, and if things continued to go as they were going, it’d set Thurdo MacNelson up for an objectively embarrassing death as well.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Fiction