Horror
The Old One's Rise Chapter 3
Metal music blared behind the bright lights flashing from the sign across the street. It was a pulse-pounding Rob Zombie song. A man lay on the ground behind a fence, a dark-haired woman straddling him in the night as she rips open his shirt. A hunger boiled from within him, his hands pinned to the moist, dirt-covered ground as she ground her crotch against his.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
The Old One's Rise Chapter 2
Three days ago, Jackson Cross didn’t exist anymore, and now he was on a Chinook over the Pacific Ocean. They’d been in the air for a couple of hours when the pilot told him and the handful of the crew they were nearing Aero One. Jackson opened his eyes, catching one of the other passengers eyeing him. He woke up groggy from the jet lag of being pulled from one side of the world to another.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
Demon's Birth
Thomas Oskoff stared at the woman through the bushes. He held the stake in his hand, debating what to do. He had been waiting for this moment. He had been hunting her for years. He told his wife he would be back soon, he told her he had a task to complete. She knew where he was going, she knew how dangerous it was. But…as he stared at the woman he questioned the reality of the danger. She was humming a song to herself and weaving something with flowers. He was memorized. When she turned around…his heart stopped.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 6
McMillan Exports’ old warehouse didn’t look any more inviting in daylight than it had at night. In fact, daylight made it more ominous than before, the worn concrete, rusted steel and broken windows made this eye sore stand out from the rest of the scenery. Yet, the building’s dilapidated state was only the second thing I noticed as I drew closer. There was a feeling of dread in the air, one I had felt on my first visit and felt even more now. I couldn’t have said where it came from, or what caused it, yet it lingered in the air as surely as the cold wind had announced a fresh layer of snow since this morning.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
Purple and theTelepath
The mysterious and beguiling Knorr forest was bathed in an enchantingly seductive purple haze tonight, mused Dylonthe, the lovely dark purple female dragon. It is as if nature became enraptured with the color of my shiny scales and decided to be at one with my essence. Dylonthe smiled at her presumptive audacity. As she strolled leisurely along the forest floor, seeking a tasty morsel of deer or some other mouth-watering nibble, she felt the call and pull of the jungle-like undergrowth.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Learning to fly
It was a crisp Autumn afternoon as I drove past the airport building and around to the side road where the private aircraft were kept. Biggin Hill Airport is a former RAF base just outside of London and you could still see some of the wartime barracks and the airmen’s chapel beside the more modern air terminal. I wasn’t interested in any of that. I was there for a flying lesson. My first ever flying lesson. An 18th birthday present from Mum and Dad.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
