Horror
Twisted Souls
In a small Victorian town on the edge of Massachusetts where the earth graced the sea, lived a young girl by the name of Jessica. Her skin was a beautiful pale shade of ivory and her hair was a dark crimson almost like blood. Her eyes were a mystifying shade of teal blue. She had no siblings but only her mother who she looked nothing like. Quite often Jessica would escape to the ocean shore to sit on the docks and meditate. She also enjoyed the times when the tide would come in, which she would find the most unusually creepy things that would wash up on to the beach. It was a calming place, and strangely familiar. With these objects she would collect to take home and craft them into art pieces.
By Julianne Algueseva4 years ago in Fiction
Ripe
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Yesenia wondered why Diós would send a little girl like her to a place so cold and desolate. She had spent a thousand nights in that clearing, staring at the darkened windows, waiting for the sunrise to bring her back from her dreams.
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Fiction
Her Face in the Fire
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. To Anthony and Beth the candle seemed like a godsend, I’ll tell you. A beacon in the wilderness promising a safe place to hunker down for the night.
By Christian Hicks4 years ago in Fiction
The Trickster
The Trickster The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. A warning to anyone whom entered these woods, the cabin was abandoned for good reason. The Trickster had claimed many victims, now it awaited it’s next.
By Ethan Bryant4 years ago in Fiction
Widower's Peak
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." The shopkeepers face was a map of the world; crisscrossing laughter lines slashed through gorges created by worry and anger. He drummed his large, blunt-nailed hands on the counter as Iain set up the camera and narrowed his flinty eyes, tan face puckering around them as if considering whether to continue.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Fiction
The Grave Candle
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I saw it that first night, only from the corner of my weary eye. I was perched at the bureau in my study, reviewing a set of missives received the same afternoon. I remember it well: the light came to me like a faded star of ochre, whispered across the lake from the shallow promontory on which the cabin stands. A sensation like cold metal clasped the nape of my neck, and as a child, I watched it dance with the blue mist above the water; I watched in bewilderment, nay, allurement, aggravated by some feeling I can neither describe nor forget.
By Jonnie Walker4 years ago in Fiction
Trauma Buried in the Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I had passed the neglected shack many times while hiking off-trail, but I never thought I'd be breaking into it. The darkness made no movement or commotion, so I risked breaking a window and lighting a candle inside. I sat for the first time in what felt like days, pulling off my mud-caked shoes. Scenes from earlier in the evening flashed through my mind.
By Shelby Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
The Candle in the Window
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Nestled uncomfortably between several large pine trees, the cabin’s appearance was dilapidated amidst the near lifeless trees and the crooked shadows they would cast. A worn out pathway overgrown with dense bushes and thorny vines led to a vague clearing that surrounded the cabin’s perimeter.
By Dustin Jessip4 years ago in Fiction
Calling All Wayward Souls Home
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The flame was no roaring beast. Rather, it was a diminutive flicker that threatened to go out under any provocations. It should have been impossible for Janet Crabgrass to see in the unexpected snow storm she found herself in, but Janet did not bother with possibilities. Ah. Civilization! Janet thought to herself as she trudged her way through the ankle-deep snow.
By Kaitlyn Gilpin4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin in the Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. There was no sound, the woodland creatures dead silent and the wind non-existent. The full moon provided light where the trees were not as dense, but the cabin was in the darkest part of the forest.
By Jen Sullivan4 years ago in Fiction
