Horror
The Runaway Train Going Nowhere
Chapter One I go on a girl's night out with my Friends Gina, Carissa, and Jadicka a Homosexual man a better way of putting it should I say, we were in his pink Catlelike with the rag top down, all dressed to impress I guess, on the road we were talking it's a Friday night and was just a cruising laid back chilling listen to our Jam, and talking.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis3 years ago in Fiction
MR. VIOLENCE DRACULA 3
RAPHAEL SAYS I WILL BE THERE AND HE TAKES THE INVITATION. ANTONY SAYS GOOD NIGHT SIR RAPHAEL JAMESON AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR. RAPHAEL SAYS GOOD NIGHT AND CLOSES THE DOOR. LEMORA SAYS THAT MAN IS WORSE THAN DRACULA AND RAPHAEL SAYS WHO IS HE? LEMORA SAYS I DON’T KNOW MUCH BUT I KNOW THAT ENJOYS THE BLOOD-DRINKING TOO AND I SAW HIM GIVING DRACULA ORDERS WHEN I LAST SAW HIM AND I THINK HE IS AFRAID OF HIM.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
I’ll see you soon…
I know you don’t remember, but the first day we met, it was a sunny day. Birds chirped a happy tune outside of the window. My stomach churned in anticipation of teaching the first class of my career. You came into my classroom, smiling so big, you made me smile. You sat in the second seat, back over by the window and placed a notebook on your desk.
By Jessica Williams3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Cases - Chapter 3
Old. The air was heavy with the scent of old books as soon as I went through the door. The smell of old books was one of the prevalent odors I could distinguish as part of the mixture entering my nostrils, but there was more. Old wood, varnish and dust seemed to dominate over everything else in the archeology building apart from the stories of the objects from which the scents emanated.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
The Scar Grinned At Me From the Mirror
It was twisted and purple, ugly, and was grinning back at me. I slammed my eyes closed, sweat running down my forehead. The staples hurt today, and I expected the scar underneath to be ugly, but nothing like this. The incision ran from my left arm across my chest to my right arm, where the intruder had cut me before I shot him. He lay bleeding on the floor and started smiling, and the smile turned into a hilarious laugh as he died, and I swear he was still laughing when he passed away. A day I would rather forget.
By Denise Willis3 years ago in Fiction
Body Hugger
Whenever and wherever the sales pitch was heard, Dave the Gadget Lover took it personally. If they said it was all the rage and a real must have, then Dave had to have it. He was always a sucker for a new gadget, a new toy with which to amuse himself. With a high paying, low stress job in the public service and only himself to feed, Dave had more than enough disposable income to accumulate the latest and greatest scientific novelties and technological marvels. He had a wonderful time with his collection of innovative time-wasters. They called them all time-savers but years and years of pouring good money down the gurgler had taught him that they saved him no time and cost him a packet of money.
By D.A. Cairns3 years ago in Fiction
