Horror

Railroaded
"Let me tell you about my pocket watch." I sat in the passenger compartment of a train across from a man dressed like he'd walked out of a gangster film set in the 1920s: flat cap, three-piece suit, slim tie. He held a polished pocket watch in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)4 years ago in Fiction
Gordian Knot
The train clamor awoke me with a shutter. I watch the flashing of indigo lights like lightning storming through swollen eyelids; black, blue, black, and blue. A familiar spirit in the distance I recognize, but cannot place, as a specters’ ramblings can be heard; momentarily jolting my mind out of a blur of depression. This depression lingers like sullen fog circling an abandoned bridge; suspending water droplets while obscuring my clarity. My stubby fingers can't be seen held out in front of me, years can't be seen either.
By Modest Nomad4 years ago in Fiction
Accused
This is an attempt at chat fiction, suggested to me by Pam Reeder. The rules are on the website here. The story is one I really don't want to write. It is heavily influenced by “The Trial” by Franz Kafka but I am trying to do it in Conversation Fiction style.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Fiction
Soviet Chills
The air was piercingly cold and a thick layer of fog settled on the ground of a secret Soviet medical research institution in Vorkuta, USSR. Misha Orlov was marching down the walkway between the dozens of large several-story buildings. Even through Misha’s thick wool uniform, he felt the effects of the bitterly cold morning creeping up on him.
By Ethan Gowland4 years ago in Fiction
Iron box
I was killed... The bullet goes between the eyebrows, one hit kills, and I don't remember anything else My soul is trapped in an iron box guarding my body.
By Jon4 years ago in Fiction
Moon Warning 12
Horizon: "Me too." ...... The way they spoke with expressionless faces was a bit funny, and it was hard to imagine two big guys with full force values, facing school
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Show The Cameras What They Want.
The little girl sat on her pink stool in front of her pink vanity, the mirror lights pour their light on her small round face along with her small frame. Using her reflection, she applied red lipstick, from a brand she teamed up with, on her small non- existent lips while she hummed a mainstream song.
By Cherrypop9 🍒4 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding Singer
The following event has been transcribed from an audio file of an interview recorded on June 10th of 2016. It was conducted by Officer James Marlene and transcribed by myself.
By Rosé Black4 years ago in Fiction
The case of the missing driver
My first moment was shrouded in prickling pain. The stabbing forced me to open my eyes and I became aware of a shuddering sound, as if I were tumbling through waves. I blinked and put my hand to my head.
By Mhairi Campbell 4 years ago in Fiction
Wanted for Terrorism 1
John difficult dragged his heavy steps towards the cliff ahead, his face was full of fear, at the moment each bean big sweat from his without a hint of color in the face of "tick, tick", he cracked lips because the teeth of jitter and kept moving up and down, finally he came to the edge of the cliff.
By Dominic4 years ago in Fiction
Walker Journal
I feel lighter in myself today, no longer weighed down by the prospects of a dull existence here. Today was a better day. It was not without its faults, as most days here.
By Adam4 years ago in Fiction
Operation:Runaway Train
He woke up with his head throbbing. Groaning, he sat up from the armchair and put his head in his hands. The glare of the lighting in the room made the pain in his head worse. He shut his eyes and massaged his temples. His mouth was extremely dry.
By T.R. MAGNO 4 years ago in Fiction