Horror
Night of the Goo!
It was the coldest winter night ever and, for some reason, my sister wanted to keep her window open. I didn’t know if she wanted to freeze me to death or wake up a thousand years in the future, but it was getting on my nerves fast. The petrifying breeze shot through her window, across the hall… and straight into my room. I tried to close my door, but my mom simply told me it was “indecent.” Whatever that means! Regardless, I could not stand it any longer. Our poor beagle Siegfried was shaking like a rattlesnake in a dryer, and I was convinced I was minutes away from frostbite. I marched across the hall into her room where she was playing with her new toy, a weird frog in some sort of space suit, part of some dumb new toy line called “the Omicron Defenders.”
By Tanner Linares4 years ago in Fiction
Bells and Whistles
Bells and Whistles I was standing in the middle of the tracks, a half-empty, flat bottle of Miller High Life gripped in my trembling left hand. My adrenaline – even in my dull, drunken state – was pumping. The night was hot. It was early summer. The train whistle blared, bleating like a demonic, psychotic goat as it barreled toward me.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Expedition
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They were once lizards that crawled along the ground and through the roots of the great Arch Trees, but now they soared to their canopies and roosted there among hovels inhabited by low-lives and mercenaries. This was the region of Arcadia, one of the few where humans still reigned after The Blackening.
By Equilla Beasley4 years ago in Fiction
The Scooter
I kept seeing those orange electric scooters and the first time I loaded the app, it seemed a bit expensive for me for what you got, So I deleted it and decided the bus and shanks pony would be enough for me, but seeing kids and adults speeding around on them made me think it might worth trying just for local journeys where the bus is either infrequent or non-existent.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's music
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley. The charred purple doors used to be covered in band merchandise and the bouncers used to be…well, less assholish. The music was languid and soaring, a classic rock haven for the outcasts of pop. You wouldn’t believe the people who used to come storming into the bar, guitar out and ready, a song woven from a beer misted breath. The bright blue couches weren’t faded and covered in cigarette burns. Sunday morning was a song everyone understood instead of a dire threat to people unprepared for the next hungover day.
By Mhairi Campbell 4 years ago in Fiction
The Mercenary Malefactor
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Well, not since some lunatic named Kormack went on a mad bender and decided to wipe them all out of existence some eight hundred years ago. Since then everything was quite quiet, relatively speaking. I mean, sure there was the war to determine which country would lay claim to the fertile soil and the extremely well positioned river that had been somewhat inaccessible until then and of course the border disputes that arose once a decade or so but that’s just the nature of things. All in all, everything was rather peaceful in the kingdom of Leigh.
By Luke Oates4 years ago in Fiction
The Swamp
It was test day, so everyone was feeling a little anxious. Mrs. Gertrude’s desk was in the right hand corner. It was neat and tidy with a large calendar on it along with a red apple that some ill prepared student had given her. One might describe Mrs. Gertrude as challenging but fair. She wore a blue dress with small white polka dots on it and red glasses. Her dark hair was tied up in a bun. Not a follicle out of place.
By John Rodriguez4 years ago in Fiction
