Horror
Frost-Wood Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Nothing appeared out of place—not a drop of frozen dew or any moss-ridden squirrels to be seen. One could even say the place was perfect; at least that’s what the reviews would have you think.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
How to Lose Weight Fast
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Cody told me that this getaway would change everything: a weekend away to heal our ailing marriage and gloss over his vast indiscretions. It would be a boot camp, he had said, we could work on our flaws.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Fiction
Music Box
I heard a ka thunk at my door and wondered who or what it was. It brought me back to reality and I looked up. The sky had turned twilight while I was curled up on my living room couch, it was soft and cozy- Brown microfiber upholstery with hazel & cream patchwork throw pillows, zoned out on my phone.
By Alicia Anspaugh3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Open the Box
The package was there, waiting for me when I got home from the hospital. My guts still hollowed out from sitting by my wife’s bedside, waiting for her to wake, her warning from years before playing on a continuous loop in my mind, and here it was - the box she told me I must never open.
By Mike Clark3 years ago in Fiction
From the outside
The humming of my uHomey 13e fades as it follows its vacuuming path out of the living room. Soon, the flat white disk that houses my robot’s brain will detach from the vacuuming base, hover up to the oven-like uHomey KitchenHub and rest in its dock, where it will begin to prepare one of its ninety preloaded meals. I sit and smell the chicken-flavored uHomey InstaMeal cook as I watch the news project holographic replays of local riots on the other side of the city.
By M.J. Weisen3 years ago in Fiction
The Music Box Mystery
The package arrived on the doorstep of Adrianna's apartment at 2:17 AM. The plain brown cardboard box was slightly damp, it's corners crumpled as if it had been tossed down a flight of stairs. Adrianna had searched the outside of the box top to bottom for a return address, but had come up with nothing. What was more curious to Adrianna was the fact that her address wasn't written on the box either.
By Kendall "Milo" Davison3 years ago in Fiction
Rattle in the Dark
The drone's whirring wasn't what woke me. I'd grown accustomed to an ever present buzzing that descended upon the city every dawn, replacing cries of Red-winged Blackbirds and Chickadees, rooster calls of a modern age. I learned to drown them out until I truly believed air was born with the movement and sound of tiny propeller blades in flight. But blades hadn't woken me nor the groaning wind clamoring through the drain pipes engulfing my house in an eerie hollow moan. It was the rattling, chss-chss-chss chss-chss-chss, waking me to a hovering drone clasping a black box in alien claws. Scanning my side-door’s code and automatically signing for me, the busy winged-whippet scampered off leaving an ominous shoebox shadow neath the glass and turn-handle door. Still rattling. Swishing back and forth melodic in a metronom like way, lying motionless but shaking, chss-chss-chss. Maybe the drone had pulled a Jim Carry and punted the box robo-style down the streets, a sick parody of Pet Detective. Doubtful. In the twenty-eight years I’d gotten mail via flying messenger never once had I received a damaged or broken product. Not once.
By Lilly Wages3 years ago in Fiction
Folded In
One day while sitting at my apartment, I was kicking back in my seat. My neighbor Julie had stopped on by to hang out for the day. With a stack of chicken thighs in the oven and Minecraft YouTube videos playing on the TV, today was going to be a lazy day no matter how you spelt it. After a morning workout and having entered in a few more poems onto Vocal, I was exhausted even before it had already turned 09:00. Nothing was going to unglue from my place of comfort today.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
Happiness and Harmony
# Rachel and Vinny # As Vinny opened the door to his studio apartment, he was surprised to see two innocuous brown boxes at his feet. Normally he would pick up packages from the doorman of his building, so this was unusual. He looked around the hall and noticed that handfuls of small brown boxes were in front of every other door as well.
By M.A Rector3 years ago in Fiction
