Horror
Ouroboros
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The glimmer of the flame was strangely steady, with barely a flicker to be seen, yet the light was a welcome relief to the exhausted hiker staggering into the small clearing.
By Robin Andrew Blair4 years ago in Fiction
Popular Mechanics Vocalized
The noonday sun beat down upon the white blanket laid the night before reducing it to a murky stream flowing through the gutters of the urban neighborhood. Melted snow and ice streaked down the backyard-facing window casting wavy uneven shadows upon the living room floor. The sounds of cars slushing by on the streets outside pierced through the windows and front door. Headlights scattered and reflected against muddy puddles and plate size patches of snow. Shadows lengthened and darkened as the sun was laid to rest and the evening clouds rolled in. The chill in the air grew thin and piercing as the natural light dimmed within the walls of the matchbox house.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
Intruders
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It caught Grady’s attention as he made his way up the hill, lugging a duffel bag full of beer cans behind him—contraband he and his best friend had smuggled from the refrigerator at home.
By Susan Poole4 years ago in Fiction
Abandoned Memory
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window.” XXXX Here at a campfire telling the story is Angela Brown. And she is channeling Diane Powell on her wigeboard. telling of the story of Diane Powell. Diane was the only woman in the world to survive it. Survive that night. Survive that dark night in the woods…from a peculiar murderous man who was on the loose from her..
By Rachael Frazier4 years ago in Fiction
Senses Deceive
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A flickering, inviting light. The kind that made you ignore the sounds of scurrying beasts in the underbrush. The kind of light the made you forget the feeling of eyes tracking your every movement as you tried to step lightly through the crunching dead leaves and twigs beneath your feet on the path. Its warm glow burning away the cool chill of the autumn night. Beckoning the approaching group of teenagers like a beacon.
By Darelle Cowley4 years ago in Fiction
The tragic fate
Some people, when visiting someone or talking to someone in the evening, always find it difficult to say goodbye. As time passes one minute after another, and when the visitor feels he should really go, he stands up and stammers, "Uh, I think I ......" followed by the host saying, "Oh, you're leaving now? It's really early!" So the embarrassment of the visitor's uncertainty ensues.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
