Horror
The Lost Gardens of Stourhead
ACT I Lottie was strolling the gardens of Stourhead. Social gatherings were something Lottie would actively avoid every time one would occur. She hated how her family, aunts, cousins, and uncles, would cramp into dark overcrowded rooms stuffed to the brim with terrible friends and horrible quiches. Rooms full of people she hardly knew, old faces she hardly recognised. Yet, was expected to talk to them as if they had been in her life every single day since her birth when of course, they hadn’t been. She knew they didn’t care what she said, what she did or what she looked like they were going to judge her regardless. She knew these gatherings were for bragging and not catching up. A competition for the most attention. She had wondered if they had realised she was absent and then concluded they probably hadn't noticed. They were all too busy talking about themselves. She, on the other hand, was a ghost of the living. Misguided and alone with a lot of unfinished business; victories to be won, and lessons to be learned in defeat.
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Fiction
A Frame of Avarice
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. My eyes were glued to the twisting path in front of me, but my mind was a hundred miles away. I felt my wife gently put a hand on my thigh, and I turned to her. She was giving me a knowing look, one that I had seen many, many times before.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
A Special Delivery
“God, I wish you would put me out of my misery.” Ryan says, staring at the ceiling through dry, puffy eyes. Sleep has been eluding him for months. He can’t remember the last time he slept for longer than forty-five minutes at a time, or more than four total hours in a given night. When was the last time I actually had a dream?
By Kenny Penn3 years ago in Fiction
Off the Path (continued)
Mac stuck to the road, hoping to run into someone she may know. The abandoned house wasn’t too far away from Route 44 and that road connected to the entire town. Her feet pounded the pavement, every so often she glanced over her shoulder to ensure no one was following. The man from the woods hadn’t yet realized someone had been in his home. She wondered when and if he would. Surely, he didn’t think Carl had been alone. She expected he would be looking for her once he realized someone else had been there.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Manster or Mon? Part Three
Mountains reach the sky. A man is ever-changing, like a young mountain. He wishes to meet great heights. He conspires to rise to the top of the mountain. Climbing to live, not just to climb. He would ascend to the heavens. Ascension of thought and progression. If it's a man's world, I don't want to be king. Man would reach the stars and never look back.
By FRANK? Piccolella3 years ago in Fiction
Manster or Mon? Part Two
A high horse have we sat for quite some time now. We've built our own mountains. Never believing we would fall off. Sometimes we got up. The other times we did not get up. No matter our status in life, we are the kings of our own minds. We have always thought kingly of ourselves. Existing in ever-shifting roles of importance and nonsensical ramblings. One day we are kings. The next we sit with monstrous intent. Truths slow-dripping down our sides. Through our minds. My resolve is forever unwavering. Like the mighty oak, I stand tall. The wind has to go around me, it will move only for the Gods.
By FRANK? Piccolella3 years ago in Fiction
Drama-free Christmas
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It had been so long since we had a proper vacation together. At least for the holidays. Jay and I really needed this time together. With everything going on in the world as well as all the stresses of work. Along with a ton of drama from my side of the family. All of it was a lot to deal with. They kept asking us so many personal questions. So many that we've really had enough about it. They were just annoying stuff like whether or not we're getting married anytime soon, we're not. And we probably never going to be as we don't see it as necessary. If we were ever going to be giving my Mom grandchildren, again probably no. Well, maybe no. As we're still on the fence about that. Since we don't feel ready for that kind of responsibility just yet.
By Raphael Fontenelle3 years ago in Fiction
The Strange Box
Sunshine hadn't expected to be woken up by a drone. Yet, she was. It was around five in the morning. And she woke up to the sound of one arriving at her doorstep. By the time she fully woke up and got her bathrobe on, it was gone. The fact that it came at all had her curious. Just why had it come? Who had sent it? Why did it hover over her front steps for?
By Raphael Fontenelle3 years ago in Fiction
