Horror
Lights Out, Nobody’s Home, and the Absinthe Green Schnapps Keep Calling
It was 1999, maybe early 2000. Under the influence of multiple green apple martinis, I had wandered alone into a mostly empty theater showing The Blair Witch Project. Drunk when I stumbled in, drunk when I stumbled out, I found myself walking lost and long through dark, strangely empty streets.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Fiction
The Emptiness
“You don’t know shit! There’s nothing at the end of that tunnel. It probably just dumps out into the creek.” “No, you dumbass, I’m telling you that there’s something weird about that place. It’s too… shapely. There’s no other place like it in town. You think it’s no coincidence that there aren’t any big tunnels anywhere else, and then there’s just this big-ass old thing here? Not a chance.”
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Fiction
Manuscript Unleashed, Part One
To my readers... it's October, and what better time is there for a spooky tale? I originally wrote this fictional story in 2015 and published it as an e-book on Amazon, just as I did with "To Chase The Rainbow." I've made a few edits to the original story, mostly within the dialogue in an effort to make it flow better, and broken it up into two parts since it's a rather long one. I've also changed the name of the original title... it is now called "Manuscript Unleashed." Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy.
By Michael Kinnaly3 years ago in Fiction
Time Over and Again, Final Chapter
To start from the first chapter, click here. To read the previous chapter, click here. Len sat shaking in the empty field, with nothing and no one around to distract him away from himself any longer. His eyes filled with tears and he wiped them away only for them to fill again. Again and again and again and again. None of them would bring him back.
By Tanner Linares3 years ago in Fiction
Croak
“I got him!” yelled Elijah, lifting his net from the mossy water. He was knee deep. His adult-sized rubber boots, though adequately protecting him from becoming wet, reached nearly to his waist. Trying to wrench free from the goop of the pond, he fell clumsily to the damp bank. His prized frog hopped frenziedly in an attempt to escape. Just in time, Elijah again lifted the net from the dewy morning ground, successfully entrapping the frog. His hand, planted against the wet grass, slipped, and he fell backward to the earth, his feet flying freely out of the oversized boots. He laughed and cheered victoriously.
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Fiction
Write out the real psychic
Go home! With the sound of the high school bell ringing, sophomore Li Guo grabbed his school bag and rushed out of the classroom because his hobby is reading novels, and in the case of extreme pressure to study, he also likes to read ghost stories to relieve the pressure.
By Sweet Holdeman3 years ago in Fiction
Dear Felix
A wolf howled, the sound low and haunting. Soon, it was joined by more voices. Dear Felix looked at me, his eyes wide. The night's festivities had just ended, but the staff and the man of the house remained in the gardens, soaking in the moonlight and the stories of the stars. All others had returned to their homes around the village. It was growing lighter out, but the moon still held its proper place. Exhaustion had taken hold of many of us prior to the sounds of the wild animals but now we were all alert.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
