Horror
Jewel of the Classroom
“Hello, and welcome back. I hope you all read chapter four,” I said, greeting my criminology class. They nodded. “Alright, pop quiz. Who was Wise Guy? I know you already know the answer to this, Jesse, you can put your hand down. How about, Sarah,” I said. Jesse crossed his arms and smiled. He was the smartest student in the classroom, but also had the biggest attitude. I wanted to make sure the other students were learning, so I didn’t always have him answer.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 7
The streets were silent as I slowly passed through them. I watched people come out of their buildings and walk mindlessly towards their work or to their cars, like they were on autopilot. I could see many others gripping their steering wheels tightly, too tightly in some cases, and smoking one puff after the next in rapid succession. These people were stressing themselves out about their day’s tasks before they had even begun, and for a moment I felt better about my situation. As strange as things may have gotten, at least I’m not stuck behind some desk crunching numbers repeatedly for the sake of some corporate overlord who doesn’t even acknowledge my existence as anything but an asset to him, or a drain on resources to be removed if I’m not profitable enough.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
A Nightmare turned into Serenity!
A week ago, Standall, a high school student, was returning home late at night, humming tunes of old folklore music. All of a sudden, he put brakes on his bicycle because he saw a trail of Blood trickling down the empty dark street, illuminated only by a single street lamp.
By Syeda Ayesha Arshad3 years ago in Fiction
Happier Than Ever
(Author's note: Please excuse the inclusion of AI-generated art with this piece. This was created fairly early in the public adoption of generative AI, and I hadn't yet understood the impact and consequences of using it. I've chosen to give myself some grace and leave the art attached to the stories they were generated for, as they were an earnest part of my creative process at that time.)
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Fiction
"Don't Go To The Cozy-Looking Cabin Next To The Top-Tier Scariest F*cking Woods Ever - Not Even For Free"
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin," began Samantha, "It was gorgeous. We were super excited to be there; it was supposed to be so much fun."
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
Playing With Beasts
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The car heater had broken halfway up the mountain, and the cold mixed with the silence made my skin crawl. My toes throbbed in my shoes, and I could see the goosebumps raising the skin on my thighs below the hem of my navy skirt. I was freezing but to say so seemed petty considering Aaron sat involuntarily shirtless and shoeless in the driver’s seat, his shivering body betraying his stoic expression.
By Amber Fern3 years ago in Fiction
The Missing Poster
The missing poster flapped with the gentle breeze from a late September day. The edges of the poster were worn and stained from the summer sun and heavy rains, but his eyes remained unchanged. His green iris seemed to jump off the paper like laser beams at a light show. His sandy brown hair hung long past his shoulders, a person passing by unable to tell its true length in the 2D world my brother was trapped in.
By Jenell Riesner 3 years ago in Fiction
Killer Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin, excitement slowly building in my chest. I looked to my right at my new girlfriend Suzanna, Suzi for short, man she was gorgeous with long red hair, and bright green eyes with a perfect dusting of freckles across her face. She had a body to kill for, the buttons of her blouse straining to hold her shirt closed, and her leggings leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She was quite the opposite of Rebecca who was sitting in the passenger seat. Rebecca was very plain; hell, a flagpole had more curves than her. She had mousey brown hair with dull brown eyes, her clothes refused to flatter her body and she always seemed a little lost. That would leave Alice who was the driver of this trip. She had raven black hair with icy blue eyes and a face that seemed allergic to smiling. She was quite beautiful to look at, but to be honest she kind of scared me. I hope she won’t be a problem this weekend.
By David Dawsey3 years ago in Fiction
