Horror
The Pre-Wake
Prologue Extract from the diary of The Most Reverend Robert Sullivan, Bishop of the Diocese of Sandburg: “When I first found religion I hoped my life could be fulfilled. When I met the woman who was to become my wife I knew that a sacrifice by me was necessary.
By Tony Spencer3 years ago in Fiction
Shadow Cat
I was merely a child when the Shadow Cat incident occurred. Ever since, I have learned that fear is one of the most complex human emotions. Centuries of thought and contemplation have done little to completely demystify feelings of dread. As the saying goes, we fear most what we do not understand…incidents that violate our perception of the world. Only once in my life did I go through such an experience, and that too as a young boy.
By Fezan Javed3 years ago in Fiction
The Death of Hope
Briny waves crash up against the limestone cliffs as the ocean rolls in. The tide is high, and a massive thunderstorm is approaching fast. A young man and woman walk along the familiar and well-worn path, talking and laughing like they did when they were children. They stand atop a six-hundred-foot tall formation that bulges three hundred and fifty feet out into the ocean from the coast of Ireland. There is a forest of Scots pine, yew, and ash at the inland edge, secluding the plateau with a physical and magical boundary. The roof of her family manor is just visible over the treetops, but this is their place.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Fiction
On The Bus
He was tired, he had left work late and it was grey and drizzling and going dark as he waited for the bus. He checked his phone, it was fully charged, and his team were playing away tonight but he would watch the match on the Sports Channel when he got home.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
I Am Stanley
They say that even the most far-fetched fiction is based on at least a little bit of reality. ‘They’ weren’t lying. I don’t know why I feel the need to write this down, but it’s a story that needs to be told. Right now, I’m sitting on a bench at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk, the funnel cake stand to my right and the shaved ice stand to my left. The pungent salt breeze moving lazily over the Pacific tickles my nose, and the sun shines down bright upon the page. It’s been a year since that fateful night when my crazy new life began.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Fiction
Backwoods Healing
George stood beside the line of stones as the moon glowed overhead. The dirt road through the cemetery was partially illuminated and the men gathered each had lanterns before them. The doctor’s assistant held a torch, his face grim as he stared at the earth where the grass would not grow.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 4
The drive to Reservoir road was quiet and soothing. The air had a stillness to it that almost made me forget about the growing pains in my face and torso from the fight a half hour ago. I could see in the rear-view mirror that I had a busted lip and a cut on my cheekbone, and my side felt like it was going to have bruises for a few days. Luckily though, nothing was broken. I was just going to tough it out and tell anyone that gave me a side eye that it was a failed mugging.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
