Horror
Don't look inside
I was going to fill up the tank on my way home. I'm running on less than a quarter tank. It's only Tuesday, so the gas prices would have gone up since Sunday when I planned to go along with a grocery run, but the wife did the Uber Eats thing instead. She's obsessed with some tv show I lost interest in six episodes earlier. How do I break the news to her?
By Earl Carrière3 years ago in Fiction
What rots a house?
First it starts slow. You might not even notice it at first thought. Vines creeping up start out as decorations. They bring smiles and joy, leaves and fruit. They reach windows, trellises, flower boxes. Starting out as green and full of life they reach the roof before long. Clawing at the attic, where memories and love lives, reminding us of our past and our present. Before long they become hard. Woody. Covered with scars and knotted bark. The leaves die-off slowly and fall, berries sour and fall, landing where no one will see them, sinking slowly into the soft ground.
By Michael Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
Surprise!
Day One I often gaze out the window and imagine the sun’s warmth on my skin. I haven’t experienced sunshine in days… or has it been weeks? Months? I can’t go out there. Out into the harsh world? No. No, it isn’t for me. Or I am not for it. Either way, I stay safely behind these windowpanes.
By Julie Hill3 years ago in Fiction
LONDON SHARK: CHAPTER TWO
prologue ^ C H A P T E R T W O H A N N A H 1998 I SLAM UP AGAINST THE TICKET MACHINE, which checks my disorientation as the weight of my fraught body rattles into it, turning several sets of eyes upon me. None of which, I am both relieved and devastated to say, belong to Hannah or the man she is clasped to. They continue towards the exit, now softly glowing with the growing light of day, where the city waits, draping shawls of anonymity to those joining the masses on its pavements, inside its cars and buses and buildings. None of the eyes that do give my stumble a brief once-over do so long enough to pass the time of day, or impart concern; they simply revert to staring straight on in the heads of the people streaming in and out of the station.
By jamie harding3 years ago in Fiction
The Tender Catch
Listen to your mother. Please, I beg you. Mine warned me not to sign up on the Tender dating app, but I wouldn't listen. Ramone's photo flashed onto my screen, and I swiped right. Her raven hair, milk-dud eyes, sexy gypsy nose, and perfect tanned figure in a three-band-aid bikini caught my attention. Hormones invaded my brain, and I pleaded to the dating gods for her to pick me. She did.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Baited
Apparently, there was an aquarium near the Bermuda triangle. A tourist attraction, one I’d thought very little of even though I’d never heard of it before. The leaflet they had sent me gave me enough information to peg it as a tourist trap, though perhaps with a little more substance. It boasted a café with five-star service, near proximity to at least three ocean-view hotels, a wide range of the usual creatures you see in an aquarium, and the main selling point: an underwater tunnel that reached right into the Bermuda triangle itself, so you could impress your friends by saying you’d visited and survived.
By ChickenFarmer3 years ago in Fiction
