Horror
Ever Heard of a Runaway Freight Train?
Nancy tugs at my sleeve and I roll over, grumbling. I tell her to go back to sleep. It's barely half past five. She doesn't say anything else but, that's because she knows I'm right. I have this uncanny knack for being able to tell what time it is, no matter where I am, and no matter what the conditions are. Day or night, I'm a human clock.
By Kerry Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Ride to Heaven or Evil
It's snowing outside; drifts come and go. Sunshine is muffled and fights hard for a chance to get beyond the clouds. Rain and sleet came together in the morning. Once I got back from the office, it all turned into snowflakes. Maybe tomorrow morning we can make a snowman or some angels.
By Amy Christie4 years ago in Fiction
Koryos
A week ago, the news covered a murder story. Victim was found in his home with claw marks on his chest, just torn to shreds and most likely bled to death. However the scene shows that it was more like his heart was removed from his chest and just exploded. Blood was splattered on the walls and ceiling. The authorities are suspecting it to be a plain old murder, however there were no signs of force entry and no dna evidence was present. If that was the case then they would not be asking us for help.
By Thomas Tome4 years ago in Fiction




