Horror
The Sound of His Voice
"Your mother's murderer?! I don't understand," the aid said as she stood even closer towards her patient. She knew the rules about getting too close to them because patients like Victoria had lost their grasp on reality. Yet she was so intrigued by this story of affairs, betrayal and murder. Victoria had been so much more than she expected when she agreed to let her record the video.
By Jennifer S. Benson 4 years ago in Fiction
Exhumation
She wandered with no direction or purpose. She had no memory of who she was, where she had come from, why she was walking along a totally unfamiliar street - nothing she saw or heard was familiar. As clean as an erased flash drive, her mind contained no data.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
Flight of the Blue Jay Part Three: One turns To a Group
Sammy lingered over my shoulder, his eyes chasing the lines of the letter. The red head was trembling in the corner, her fingers gripping the tan to go cup with her life. His gaze met her anxious eyes, hot coffee spilling on her lap. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the nearby towel to my left. Patting her ripped jeans, Sammy crossed his arms.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
JUGGLING KEYS
The juggling and jingly of keys, tis the siren song of the prison guard as he makes his way out of his agreed-upon confines, out of his confines to indulge in his gluttonous delights. Stepping one foot in front of the other, making his way to his local greengrocers, he spotted something rather odd and out of place; a tipi, situated down a narrow dimly lit alleyway. Being the nosey authoritative type, he took it upon himself to investigate that which caught his attention. Swinging his keys in a tornado-like fashion, he stepped into the alley, closer and closer to the tipi, stepping further and further away from the path outside. Fully immersed within the dimly lit space of the alleyway walls, he noticed it wasn’t a tipi at all, but a giant slice of pizza, lying humbly yet earnestly up against the back of the alleyway wall. With his right eyebrow raised to attention and his left eye squeezed with confusion, his belly uninvitedly started to rumble. It rumbled so ferociously it was as if he the guard no longer existed. With the dropping of his keys, his arms now stretched forward, he edged closer to that which awaited him. In a moment of self-preserving reflection, he stopped, the arms dropped to their sides, his throat airing a mouse-like whimper; he stood there, gazing. Small droplets of water began to appear on his temple and from the corners of his glassy wide eyes; his belly once again began to rumble, his arms once again began to raise themselves forward. With tears now gushing from the corners of his eyes, and his tongue stretched out as if hooked on a fishing line, he stepped closer. “Trust me!” the air echoed, “Trust me...” his tongue stretched mouth echoed back. “I’m worthless?” poured out his tongue stretched mouth; “I’M WORTHLESS!?” his tongue stretched mouth began to scream! TEARS NOW STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE! BELLY RUMBLING SO LOUD, HIS SCREAMS NO LONGER AUDIBLE! HANDS CLAWING AND GRASPING AT HIS HAIR AS IF A PUPPETEER WAS CONTROLLING HIM FROM ABOVE!
By James Green4 years ago in Fiction
Creeper
By my count Leslie did far more wrong by me than I did by her. I was mad at first but I forgave her in the end but she seemed to be mad more often than not. I guess all relationships have their ups and downs and it did work itself out in the end, so it is alright now. But I can't help thinking how things could have been different. She should have just gotten rid of the house in the beginning. If she had done that then maybe she’d be alive today.
By S. E. Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
