Horror
Behind the Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse through the window in his room. She can't remember anything before the abduction. Her brain has been racked many a time, trying to recall her life. Aurora has been a prisoner of her captor, The Tormentor since before the fall of man. She was just a little girl when this psychopath snatched her up.
By FRANK? Piccolella3 years ago in Fiction
Raising Grace
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. While John had been there for Grace her whole life, her mother had not. She had run off shortly after birth, leaving John to care for Grace alone. John had told Grace never to go outside, the radiation was still at dangerous levels and whatever it didn’t kill, it mutated.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Osahar
Osahar’s black hair obscured his view as he pulled handfuls of clay out of the cool and muddy water of the Nile. The sun beat down upon his exposed torso as he toiled away. While the water was cool, it waterlogged his limbs and added to his discomfort. His first day helping his father had turned out to be more work than he had imagined. After filling the pot sitting next to him on the bank, he dragged it towards his father’s workshop.
By Colt Henderson3 years ago in Fiction
The Best TV Shows to Watch
The manner in which we consume our media has seen a key change in perspective throughout the past ten years. It occurred in steady advances — TiVo, VOD, the ascent of streaming organizations; those advances and a lot more are essential moves toward rebuilding the manner in which we approach serialized narrating designs. Simultaneously came the ascent of cell phone and tablet culture, and the open door that comes when a great many people have a screen before their countenances for most of their waking hours. Normally, not long after came the ascent of marathon watching.
By Danilo Krin3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. That small and lonely window was the only view of the free world remaining, which is why he hid it behind a painting. Kaiden and Elise couldn’t afford to let the last remnant of an abandoned hope die out with their ancestors. Kaiden made sure to hide the portal to the outside world from the authorities every chance he had for that reason.
By Skylar Sturtevant3 years ago in Fiction
Vampire Hunters
With our back story out of the way, it is now time to travel into the future two thousand twenty years after the rising of Christ. My brother and I were no longer in Israel we moved all over the world and now resided in the heart of the United States in Kansas City. We work for the Federal Bureau of Investigations in a small department called the Abnormal Investigations Unit. The unit consists of six Field Agents and an Intelligence Analyst. The unit's mission is to keep the underworld from intertwining with the human world.
By Jorden Dunbar3 years ago in Fiction
Splatters in Your Eyes'
It started like any other day, walking through the vacant city streets. Only the howls of the creatures that infested our world dare to make sounds. I see a store where the boarding has been slightly pulled aside so curosity got the better of me as I entered the torn apart apartment store. Looks like it may have been a clothing store at one time with a ranched smell coming from the corner of the room.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
Purely Shattered Christmas
The days seemed long lurking my gaze out of the window, the snow just seemed grey this year. Not even children were playing in the streets, building snowmen, having a proper snow ball fight. See I do not get out to much, when I breathe in the fresh air and hear the sounds of people chatting away with one another. It sends a tremble down my spine, my heart beat slows to erupt in a conversion of blood flow, making my chest ache. But, this year just going out to the end of the road to see no one at all around just gives me a anxious and eery feeling.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
