Horror
Dying To Love
Jamie remembers how she hated this sound of these ugly barn 0wls that would Woot All Night Long. As she reflects on all the drinks she had tonight. She lays in her most sacred place in her barn. She remembers the day she inherited her family's fortune. A memory of her family all being burned in the house fire crossed her mind! The thought of torcher and the pain they felt makes her choke up as she Gasp for air and tear up.
By Donte Easterling Benford4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Mina
When the ship landed on the surface of the planet they knew that that was when real work began. It hadn’t been too long of a journey from the Celesta, the ship they called home, but the knowledge that they couldn’t contact the last people who had been sent to the planet didn’t do anything to assuage their fears of what they might find either.
By Glory Duda4 years ago in Fiction
Tea with the Moirai
It looks like the sort of shop you’d expect to see hidden away on a back street, tucked into a corner. The sort of shop that in a story, someone might visit on a wet afternoon, only to find the next day that it had vanished as if it had never been there.
By Vanessa Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
No Escape
I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what is happening. As I move towards the end of the room, there is no escape. The only thing in my view is a small window that I can barely see through. All I see is a bird flying around. To me, it looks like a barn owl. I don’t know why that is the first thing I can think of.
By Ricardo Caraballo 4 years ago in Fiction
Uncensored
Preface I could feel my heart accelerating, thumping wildly against my chest. How had I let it go this far? I heard my mum’s blood-curdling scream, I had to get her out of here. As I approached the front door, my pulse jumped higher. I couldn’t just run and let my mum suffer. I took a deep breath as I walked up to the front door. It seemed the same as it had 6 hours ago when I had left for school. My heart stuttered as I put my shaking hand up to the door. It took me a while to get the key in the keyhole. When I had turned the key, I heard another cry for help and my heart sunk down to my shoes. I finally got the door open and flew up the stairs, straight to my mums’ room. As I got closer, the screaming got louder, and she sounded like she was in immense pain. I got to the outside of her door and put my hand on the handle. I took a deep breath and opened the door. My heart started racing again and I could feel the sweat forming on my face as my eyes slowly tried to depict the scene in front of me, but all I saw was blood, uncensored.
By Jade O'Connor4 years ago in Fiction
Vapors of a Lost Dream
Dad was getting married. Again. It was his third marriage but his first to take place on a beach. Chronicles Beach, named as such because of the centuries of adventures that had concluded upon its shores; Dad was to be another of its casualties.
By Willow J. Fields4 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Night
Yes, yes, I remember the song, every beast that scavenges knows the song by heart: Scurry home, ere moonrise comes; The Queen of Night, her world becomes. Scurry home, to hole and haunt; Her knives can find you in the dark, Her knives will claim the flesh she wants.
By Andrew Johnston4 years ago in Fiction
night terrors.
ii. The window curtian inhaled, parting the sheer fabric. Theo watches as the Slaves, drawn by lines of gold, spin and dip in a circle around a gilded fire. The fire sways and flickers with them, and the wind whispers the shape of the song into their ear.
By A Baptiste4 years ago in Fiction
