Horror
Drowning my Sorrows
I couldn’t believe she was gone. After all I’d done for her, all the money and love I’d given her, all the indiscretions I’d forgiven because of her ‘compulsive personality disorder,’ she left me to go live in a homeless shelter so she could drink and do drugs with her new homeless boyfriend.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Cavete extraneos dona portantes
It was a sunny day and I saw the drone coming a mile away. I thought it was just another of those lost toys, or some idiot playing around, trying to be a peeping tom or whatever people did to entertain themselves these days, where everything always managed to end up on social media or in the public eye...
By Véronique Racine 3 years ago in Fiction
The Trees Swallow People: Part 13
I don't know if I believe in anything after death. I think there's something, like a god or something, but not in the “God” sense. I can imagine people going to Heaven, but never myself. I don't think I don't deserve it, I just can't see myself in Heaven, no more than I can see myself in space; I can visualise it, but I'm left wondering where the punch-line is . Thanatophobia; that's what I have. I'm not going to Hell and that scares me. I know it must seem strange; there are trees driving people mad, killing them, driving them to suicide, yet I can't bring myself to believe in an afterlife? Yes. Faith, even in nothing, isn't rational.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath a Sea of Glass
Two men in orange coveralls approached an enormous building and despite the ravaged world around it, it appeared to be mostly untouched. The wind was blowing trash and debris around as they walked toward the concrete structure under melancholy skies of gray.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
Whats in the Box?
No body remembers when it arrived. Jason Vankeep; standing at 5 foot 8 inches and weighing almost 300 pounds in full gear, had come back from a long patrol, several days after certain events took place, to find himself staring at a box that no one remembered delivering. The postal worker, his CO, the Air Force guys that helped deliver mail. None of them knew where it had come from. Setting down his helmet, Jason stared deeply into the brown cardboard, unsure of what to do next.
By Antony Atkins3 years ago in Fiction
Carrier Pigeon
A strange sound broke the silence, disturbing my thoughts as I stocked the wood stove, carefully stacking the logs for maximum efficiency. What’s that? I wondered. Having lived here, many miles north of Fairbanks, for the majority of my life, I’m used to most of the sounds in the area. This definitely wasn’t one of them. It was distinctly . . . metallic.
By Laura Pruett3 years ago in Fiction
Off the Path
The dirt mingled with the dust, puffing into the air as the door swung open. “What is this place?” Mac asked, glancing through a hole in the ceiling. Beyond was a blue sky and skeletal tree branches. The floor just under it was soft and littered with leaves. If the room had been a little brighter she suspected she would have been able to see the mold she was sure was growing there.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Rising
I remember hearing the distinct resonance of what sounded like a thousand bees buzzing outside my door. Curiosity, when awakened at the wrong time, with no forethought for what may be the outcome of an action, can be a terrible thing. My casual inquisitiveness, which left me wondering what the oddly disturbing noise could possibly be, was to become my unfortunate undoing.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
