Horror
The girl across the street
Su Ye has been wondering, for many days, he has been feeling that someone is secretly watching him, but just can not see that person, some very superstitious students told him that this is a precursor to a ghost possession. Time, he also has a little creepy, this feeling has not disappeared, until one day, he was ready to go to the toilet, wash his face when he looked up and found what he had been trying to see, is that a secretly watching him that person, is a girl, looks very clean, is in the girls' dormitory across the street, because in the girls' dormitory a good distance away, can only vaguely identify her features, the girl's hair was long, and she looked at him motionlessly in front of the window, staring at him with a little discomfort. Su Ye also stared at her for a long time, and after a long time he felt bored to death, so he went back to his dormitory without looking back and fell asleep on his bed. The next morning, Su Ye did not see the girl across the room when he went to the bathroom, he did not think much of it, at this time, the girls should not get up yet! In the spring, they are all lazy like pigs, they can't even get up, this is probably the nature of girls. Su Ye muttered alone and went down the stairs.
By Richard Shurwood3 years ago in Fiction
Who died?
Factory dormitory for several days of stench finally found the source, in the elevator in the underground well found a soaked up male corpse, the whole body all swollen up, can not see the face, only the body wearing work clothes proved that it is a worker in the factory. The corpse was found by the elevator worker called by the dormitory, the elevator worker skillfully controlled the elevator stopped at the second floor, and then opened the elevator door on the first floor with a tool, and then a foul smell came out of the elevator, the elevator worker reached in and took a look, a floating corpse was grinning at itself with blood-red teeth, a small worm burrowed in the teeth, and also swung his head, which made the poor elevator worker in the future lifetime did not dare to Look directly at the worm.
By Flagler Danzig3 years ago in Fiction
The Cat Lady
Luke stared down at the dirt-stained, neon green golf ball. It was the final hole, and he needed a hole-in-one to win. The windmill before him creaked with age as the blades spun slowly, the plastic tunnel he was aiming for a black hole behind the blades. Bringing the club head back, Luke was ready. Of course, as was his luck, Luke’s cell phone vibrated insistently in his pocket and threw off his aim.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Fiction
Night At The Thakur Dalan
The sights and sounds surrounding your sensory nerves as you traverse into a Durga Pujo* mandap* can easily flabbergast you. So many things that go on simultaneously, and as you make your way through the happy cacophony, the cheerful hullabaloo of people, their smiles, the thread of energy that each one of them possesses at that very moment, and manages to share the same with everyone who visits Maa Durga*, is beyond anything that you'll ever feel. You'll slowly and slowly give in to the divine feeling, your brain, and your heart shall seep in everything, every single detail around and you'll enter a zone of your own, a meditative, a zen feeling, where everything else doesn't matter for some moments, it's only you, and the goddess, as you bow your heads in prayer, for a minuscule second or more, the overpowering sounds seem to fade, fade into the distant horizon, and it's only your soul, in front of the goddess, and the chants of prayer that you utter, eyes closed, pin drop silence, you feel there's a certain wave of cosmic and divine energy playing around you, your human senses aren't able to fathom what it is, where it is coming from, where shall it go after some time, nothing. You just keep praying, and after a moment, the sounds slowly return back, and things are normal.
By somsubhra banerjee3 years ago in Fiction
Faces in the Trees
Faces in the Trees Lucas was sitting in class in the mathematics building at Northern Kentucky University. He looked outside, through the splotchy smudge of the dirty classroom windows. He longed for the weekend. Lucas hated math class; he was only taking it because he was forced to – it was one of the unfortunate hurdles of completing his general-education requirements.
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Fiction
The Gaze of Adonis
If walls could talk, Adonis would have gone mad. Well, more mad than his current state. Returning from his travels, Adonis closes the door to his secluded studio behind him with a heavy bag. His calmness and allegiance has always been terrifyingly daunting. His pastime has always drawn curiosity and adoration due to the methodically undisclosed inspiration behind his paintings. Many worshipped and longed to be chosen as his muse, blithely, and easily bewitched by his beauty. A greasy, dark lock kisses the sweat on his handsomely chiseled cheeks. Although warm, cultured, and well-received by many; his hobby is discrete and crafted in isolation.
By A.Y. Mallette3 years ago in Fiction
ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ
ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ sᴀʙʙᴀᴛs, ᴏsᴛᴀʀᴀ ɪs ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴇǫᴜɪɴᴏx ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛs ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢs. ᴏsᴛᴀʀᴀ ʜᴀs sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇs, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢʟᴏ—sᴀxᴏɴ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss, ᴇᴏsᴛʀᴇ.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
A Possessive House
Chapter One First, It Must Begin The wind whipped against the window where bright blue eyes filled with an unspoken wonder peered out. The sound of the pelting water was the only audible thing around — but this was a comforting sort of quietness that made one feel lulled into relaxation. Almost like the feeling eating turkey gave after Thanksgiving Day had ended.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 6: Operation: Spy & Seek (Remix Version) Part 1: Infiltration
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin, Super Smash Bros., or Roblox. They belong to their respective owners.>
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
