Horror
Creepy Black Dog
15 years ago, that is, in 1986, Lu Xue's mother's grave hoed lost a few fields and planted pumpkins. In the summer, pumpkin mu full of graves crawl, to the fall also continue to bloom and fruit. Graves are a good place to bear fruit. Every farmer's wife who grows vegetables says so. So, the village garden graves, spring, and summer are covered with green vines; autumn and winter were flooded with dry grass, and people trampled on it, like stepping on their land.
By Adele Williams3 years ago in Fiction
The Hole of Melton
Part 1 There was a flicker of light beyond the trees. It was bright enough to catch Lauren’s eye as she crouched in position, awaiting her next prey, if it could be called that. This was not the way life was supposed to go, but since the hole opened up in the center of town, anything was possible.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter Two "A Grand Entrance"
Chapter Two A Grand Entrance The lights in the grand dining room of the Chateau de la Chevre D’or were as blinding as daylight, as if those in charge of the hotel found a way to bring the sun inside for the night along with their guests. And, just as the outside of the great structure had been updated to match the opulence and splendor of these new times, so had the interior. A grand orgy of evidence that if you were a world traveling sort of person with lots of money to burn they would prefer you burn it here. Burn it, eat it, drink it, bathe in it. They cared not. As long as you were giving them a share for the pleasure of facilitating your debauchery, their attitude was, “It’s the 20’s! Anything Goes!”
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
Divine Beings
2001 Sat between two stacks of oak bookcases— one devoted entirely to old tomes of Egypt and her pharaohs, the other to the histories of Asia Minor and the Levant— was a studious eight-year-old, nosedeep in a 19th century biography. The Exploits of J. H. B. Montserrat, Volume II. She flicked through the musty pages quickly, but with a keenness uncommon of a girl her age. Not for biographies at least. Even one as fantastical as that which she had chosen.
By Samuel Andrew Milner3 years ago in Fiction
Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter 1 "A Provencal Holiday"
Chapter One A Provencal Holiday July was nearing its final curtain. The time for the season of tourists and sightseers to host its last few nights of bustling parties. Time for the starry-eyed crowds to reawaken to the real world and return to the humdrum of their normal lives – or at least most. For many this otherworldly magic had become a lifestyle, in many ways a religion; transforming this once ordinary place into a site of devout pilgrimage.
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
The Holocene Extinction
Capri Smythe Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And the end of the world didn't happen all at once or in the blink of an eye, as the old cliché often said. No, that fucked-up shit happened during a thunderous boom with lights so bright in the night sky, people thought fire had lit the heavens ablaze. And for the past two weeks, hordes of aliens in pods had invaded Earth, carrying away human females. I had managed to stay off their radar by traveling at night.
By Avery Meadows3 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dead
Chapter 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But on October 31st, 2022, the start of el Día de los Muertos, the day of the dead, the Defiant plunged into a black hole in the first quadrant of the northern hemisphere—latitudes between +85° and -75°—not far from the Eridanus sector.
By Avery Meadows3 years ago in Fiction
Love Lies Bleeding
The eastern sky explodes in a column of flame. I lift my hand to shield against the light. We all know this job has its hazards, evident by what we just glimpsed. I blink the after image from my retina and return my eyes to the honeycombed faceted holocube containing an image of Ella, my daughter. She’s dying and this job is my only hope of saving her.
By Jeff Cochran3 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Boo
It was the creepy house on the street; the one everyone said was haunted. It hulked on its unkempt patch of land, and some kids swore they could feel it watching them. Cracked paint, shutters askew, porch rotting, the house stood for everything they feared. They never played in front of it, even on the street.
By Sherry Cortes3 years ago in Fiction
Attractor
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It’s a notion found within many cultures possessing the necessary scientific awareness to comprehend it as a concept, albeit with inconsistent wording and to differing degrees of notoriety. It should seem an inherent certainty based on what can be readily perceived of the universe, barring one key discovery. The truth must be spread, the prior attempts at which will be examined in this broadcast, so that the next one much closer to home may be pursued.
By Dominic Hodgson3 years ago in Fiction
