Horror
The Flicker
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The dancing flame flickered. At the edge of the cabin. Leaning against the wall was a frightened lady. Her nails were neatly manicured and painted with red and blue, berry juice. Her face was stained with tears, and her hair looked perfect. But her loose dress was covered with blood and dirt. She was mesmerized by the moving shadows created by the light of the flame. She had never seen a shadow or so it seemed, yet she had lit the burning candle. The oddly shaped matches had been hers. But there was no shadow reflecting from her figure. She gazed around the room, looking for someone to comfort her but she was the only one there.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Bicycle Man
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A passing fox cocked his head, listening to the singing coming from the hovel. Accompanied by the tinny tune of a music box, a raspy voice sang a jaunty tune. Had the fox known his early twentieth century music hall songs, he would have recognized the lyrics from I Do Like To Be Beside the Seaside.
By Willow Faire4 years ago in Fiction
Heritage
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Chelsea felt a chill go through her body as she saw it in the distance. The woods were thick, but the light shined brightly through. She could see it clear as day from the back patio of her home, nestled in the woods two miles from the cabin.
By Oula M.J. Michaels4 years ago in Fiction
What Remains
All of this started 267 days ago. People began to turn into the walking dead. During those early days, I was appalled at what I saw; now, it is just commonplace. Daniel and I had only been married a short time before this began. We had just purchased our dream house and moved ourselves and our dogs along with us.
By Oula M.J. Michaels4 years ago in Fiction
The Spell
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." On that night, the feeling of an unholy rage filled the air, as the wind howled, the lightning flashed, and the thunder rolled. The foul taste of bitterness, and death was swallowed up by the dark sky, as it spewed forth a torrent of putrid smelling black rain down upon the roof of that accursed cabin and the woods all around it.
By D. M. Foster 4 years ago in Fiction
