Horror
The return of Jiuquan53
e with the emperor, but simply because Tang Dali is waiting for the order of his young lady. The crisis has been lifted, but this spirit snake is also a general-level spirit beast, and Bang Dali, who was used to the hard life in the past, felt that it would be a pity to kill it like this.
By Reshmi Niliy3 years ago in Fiction
Tunnel of Ashes
A small girl sat cross legged next to a sickly figure in a mass of stained sheets. The girl held something in her pale bony fingers, a teddy bear. Her face was dark with wisps of stringy blonde hair as she stared down at the toy in her hands. She did not caress her teddy, or even regard it with a loving look in her eyes. This girl, this pale, bony girl was prying open her dear teddy’s chest exposing the soft fluff. Snap, snap. She tore teddy’s body apart thread by thread. With each snapped thread, the cold hard hatred within the small girl deepened and the grimace on her sour face tightened. A woman in a short white gown stepped into the doorway of her wretched room.
By Kooper Shagena 3 years ago in Fiction
The New Girl
Elle checked the time on her phone and grimaced, cursing softly under her breath. She had to get to work. Setting down the box she’d just finished unpacking, she hurriedly dragged a comb through her hair and slipped on a jacket, grabbing her keys and purse from the side. Behind her, the apartment was still in a state of disarray, piles of unpacked boxes and torn bubble wrap. She wished she’d had a little bit more time to get settled in before she started back at work, but her boss had refused to give her more than a couple of days.
By Author Eve S Evans3 years ago in Fiction
helltown
There was a loud rattling noise, shaking the surrounds. He awoke confused and clutched his head in pain. The rattling speeding up and then there were screams, shrill and eerie and long. Steve was atop a bunk bad on a thin foam mattress but it didnt take him long to notice he was in motion. He climbed down the ladder adjacent, and saw a woman sitting on the lower bed.
By Chelsea Clough3 years ago in Fiction
Inflation in a Box
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Certainly, they couldn't say it in space. Regardless, this isn't completely true, however, because there's no such thing as a perfect vacuum. There are dust and worlds and dark matter and even things yet to be discovered or theorized. Even if it were a perfect vacuum, the spoiler is that a perfect vacuum isn't stable, sucking into it, from oblivion, things that didn't exist a nanomoment before, before they were to pop back to wherever, again. Probability fields mix with possibility fields until eyes focus on what's in them, collapsing these quantum houses of cards.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Train of Secrets
I wake up enveloped in an unnatural darkness. My head hurts, it feels like someone is taking a jack hammer to it, my mouth is dry, it makes my tongue feel like sandpaper. I start feeling around. I am in a box of some sort. It feels like a coffin, my claustrophobia kicks into high gear, I feel like I am running out of air fast. I try to push the lid off giving it a kick, it's not budging. I kick harder, it moves a crack. This is not where I am dying today, I kick one more time, the lid finally gives way. I push it off and emerge as if I have just been birthed. I take a deep primordial breath.
By Anna Combe3 years ago in Fiction
