Horror
Keeper of the Light
"It's your path, you ultimately decide what you do with your life..." I said to the woman, trying to sound convincing. She bought it...they always do. "Thank you Shane...thank you so much" she said as she handed me $50. I gave her an hour long reading, palm reading, tarot cards, the whole nine yards. The way I see it is if she really cared about how her life was going she'd see a therapist, not a guy with a psychic shop on the corner of a street. Don't get me wrong I do believe in psychic abilities...I just know I don't have them. I took over this store after my dad handed it down to me. He was a real psychic, he said it ran in our family but I know I don't have abilities...which is why I wonder why he handed the store down to me. I'm not trying to scam people, I just want to keep the family business up and running. "I guess I'll close early tonight" I mumbled to myself while flipping the sign in the window.
By Marissa Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Whitebread Willy in a Strangle Hold
Nobody Can Hear You Scream In the Vacuum of Space, or So They Say. Willy pumped the brakes too quickly on his cherried-out 1979 F100 pickup with a hydraulic suspension system on rims from a newer Chevy Nova. The problem is it needed a part they don’t make anymore and so the 1979 front disk brakes were about to fail completely and the rear drums had to work twice as hard. Sometimes the rear wheels would lock up and skid mid way through the second brake-pump and sometimes it took 5. Good ol’ Willy never knew many pumps it would take. It was a rough ride.
By James Donahue3 years ago in Fiction
MR.Violence: Part One
Born In Heaven, Raphael a guardian angel tasked to work a hand full of people on earth for many years. Rapheal also had a part to play in the battle of heaven as he was youngest angel and was very close with Lucifer up until he betrayed him during the battle which he had become the fallen and became the Devil .
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By the dying light of the second sun a grandfather clock chimes nine, and bitterness sails across barren sand--heading for the dome made of stone where one inhabitant still remains. Her boiled blood pulsing to fingertips and toes. Spontaneous combustion at any moment nudges and pulls in an unsettled mind. When lead drips heavy into her twisted stomach—snap! With eyes like full moons Emily heaves! Throwing soapy waves of bath water until eventually gripping the copper rail tight enough to settle herself.
By Daniel J.Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Inhabitants
Chapter 1
By Emanuel Medina3 years ago in Fiction
Pirate Radio
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, they can sure hear you sing! Next up we have the latest pop song of 2134 coming all the way from earth, ‘Can you Still Hear Me.’” Marshall slid down his audio track while raising the new one. The song faded in and the bubbly pop star started her song.
By Cole Alexander Perron3 years ago in Fiction
The Incomplete Elements of Reign.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I remember thinking this to myself the day it happened, laying upside down on my couch, in the dark living room of my apartment. With Bethoven blaring in my noise canceling headphones and rivers of tears streaming down my face. Staring into my existential void through eloquently transitioned images of space dancing across the tv screen ahead of me. But, that was then.
By Courtney Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
A Demon Named Frank
Authors Note: This was the first short story I ever wrote, written in a CreepyPasta style and originally posted on the CreepyPasta website. Since writing this story, I have learned a lot and grown as a writer. Subsequently, considered rewriting the story in it’s entirety. But as I started, something about that felt wrong. I’ve decided to leave the story as it is, albeit slightly rudimentary. I hope you enjoy.
By R. M. Staniforth3 years ago in Fiction








