Horror

Jam Dai!
Jam Dai “I remember! You said, you, you, you promised, that we could go somewhere.” Silence answered. “You promised!” screeched Yaya. “I remember,” her voice quietened to a whisper.
By Colin Devonshire4 years ago in Fiction
Mouth-Watering Stew
The flickering light from the fireplace was enough to illuminate the dim dining room. A champagne-colored tablecloth lay still over the dining table, along with tall jug of iced cold lemonade, a bowl of fresh fruit, and as the centerpiece of the table, a tall vase of white lilies to lighten the atmosphere.
By Kannya Nadila4 years ago in Fiction
Wrong Number
“Hello?” “Helloooooo, is this the Krusty Krab?” I asked with the most annoyingly cheerful voice that I can muster. Come to think of it, I think I was trying to mimic Spongebob’s voice.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 years ago in Fiction
In My Father's House
An impossible choice is still a choice. Love or leave. Obey or defy. Pick up the sword or die by it. As the years have slowly passed, I tried to pretend that our love did not really matter, that I could continue to live this lonely existence without grieving your absence.
By John Cox4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Gods claim a new Disciple, the Conclusion
Mocking laughter followed Lila from the clearing where the ruins had stood. When she looked back, the clearing itself was gone. Just like the ruins where she had been, well, where she had been ruined. Lila’s hand went to her chest and twisted her shirt as her face grimaced in despair. Somehow she lost her balance and with a cry fell on her rear.
By Duskshadows4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Energy
Energy surged through his sinews as he ran effortlessly through the shadow-splashed night, metal-banded legs stretching and springing as they churned the decaying detritus of the forest floor. Yet he twisted and twined around the standing foliage at speed with such grace, such instinct, that he disturbed nary a dewy drop on the greenest leaf of nightshade. He raised his snout into the air, nostrils flaring to follow the scent borne on the night breeze as he sucked in oxygen more hungrily than the hottest steam boiler. His tooth-filled maw gaped open to aid the flow, saliva dripping from the corners and whipping into the air as he dodged and turned to follow his nose following his prey.
By Donald J. Bingle4 years ago in Fiction
My First Rest
The weight of my ‌chest crushes my lungs. I can’t breathe in. I am completely still, stiff and paralysed. An eternity has passed with me trapped in this tight space, incapacitated, speechless. A piece of me is missing while the rest of me is distant. There is a void in my torso, an endless dark, an absence of life that an existential dread has replaced.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
Village Prisoners
Although they live in a tiny and calm town in the twenty-first century, they have no knowledge of the outside world save what they see in front of them, and what differentiates them most are their unusual relationships to one another.
By Mahrez4 years ago in Fiction
How to tell a child it's dead
”Have you spoken to her?” ”Not yet” The two parent were wispering to each other so that their daughter wouldn’t hear. Father glanced over at the daughter. No, she didn’t seem to have heard. She seemed busy trying to fish out her left eye from the bowl of cornflakes in front of her. The father leaned over, took the spoon from his daughters remaining hand and fished out the eye and gave it to her
By Tomas Ahlbeck4 years ago in Fiction
What A Day For...
“We’ve had a miserable spring, but today is the first day of summer, and the sun is shining,” said Bradley. “So?” asked Rob.
By Colin Devonshire4 years ago in Fiction
Death in a teacup
I stood, hypnotized by the mighty whirlpool, the bag spinning helplessly. If I was to be of minute size, I would surely be swallowed In Its hot current, spinning like a pooh stick In an eddy.
By Michael. J. Davies4 years ago in Fiction
Messages From Other Worlds
On a cold winter's night, I went from the house of my friend with whom I used to stay up late... to my house, and all my thoughts were about my bed, so that night had been long with him... So I was getting very sleepy... But as I approached my house, I almost fell. Contain me is a very strange failure.. a movie
By Gulla Balla4 years ago in Fiction