Horror
Box of Dreams
Jane was one of many people in the world that had fallen victim to a cold society. Jane was raised in a broken home, fell in love with an abusive man who took everything from her and ended up homeless on the streets. Only a few days away from her thirtieth birthday, Jane was living in city streets, under overpasses, and on park benches. For a short period of time, Jane was living at a homeless camp with a small group, but several distasteful people took advantage of her, and she was back to spending nights alone, not staying in any place more than once. She longed to feel human again. She wanted a home where she would never be cold, a kitchen that would always be full, and companions that could protect and love her. Jane wanted a new life.
By David Dawsey3 years ago in Fiction
El Dorado
I didn't sleep well last night. I have so much on my mind that turning off my thoughts was impossible, so another sleepless night. I can't believe how bad my insomnia has gotten over the past few weeks and there is not a medication that my doctor has given me that works, it seems to sleep for me is a distant memory. I turn and look at my clock that is sitting on my bedside table, I have to squint to see the time, just like I feared it was time to get up.
By Tawana K Watson3 years ago in Fiction
The Serpent in the Garden
William Cooper was startled awake by the sound of his doorbell. He had fallen asleep in the parlor of his flat to the sound of the gently crackling fire in the room’s large fireplace. He noticed that it had since been reduced to smoldering embers. He had only meant to briefly rest his eyes, but the Society had been working him to the bone as of late.
By Christine Meush3 years ago in Fiction
Manster or Mon? Part Four
Feeling as if you're stuck as a shambling corpse yearning to go beyond our current situation. The necrotic tissue still clinging to us, asking us not to change. Stay as you are. Don't change. Barks the pieces of flesh, forever stuck in complacency. Life only works if you work it. Stuck in a rut for far too long. We must proverbially "Shit or get off the pot." Do I stay or do I go, now? He must be willing to risk everything for peace of mind. To never try is to damn yourself from reality. Don't ever trade your thoughts for others. Too much do we search for others veiled validations for virtually no reason. If you never have faith and are unwilling to change uncomfortable situations, your movements will be that of the living dead; Slow, stank, decrepit, and driven only by hunger.
By FRANK? Piccolella3 years ago in Fiction
Dark Bee The Soul Of Envy. Top Story - April 2023.
1906, Isle of Wight (United Kingdom). Your sister Harriet has brought you with her on a trip to The Isle, which in itself is quite exceptional. Used to living inland, you are now surrounded by sea. Besides, your family could have never afforded to come to this prized resort, with its micro-climate, baths, soft yellow sand and beautifully trimmed grasslands renowned for its beehives. A beautiful picture indeed, were it not for your sister's husband, Wilbur. The boat trip was rocky, at least by your terrestrial standards, although your brother-in-law made a point of clapping your shoulder with a condescending "Stop whining so, Leslie, the sea is calm today!"
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
Baby Food
I heard the drone before I saw it. A loud beat of wings like an angry dragonfly and then an insistent mechanical voice demanding I come outside to sign for a package. I’d been getting communications about it all day. No indication of who it was from—just a message to say it was coming to my address and I should be ready.
By Catherine Moffat3 years ago in Fiction
You Shouldn't Be Me
Gwen woke up with yet another bruise on her leg. Knowing her mom would freak out again, she quickly threw on some jeans. After fumbling around in search of a bra and sweater, she remembered her glasses and stumbled downstairs for some breakfast.
By Cat the Autist3 years ago in Fiction
