Horror

Dying Light: When it happened
We were unprepared. The world suddenly plunged into eternal and total darkness. No one knew it was coming. Not even scientists, who had been predicting that the event wouldn't take place for another couple billion years, at least.
By Arin Blackheart4 years ago in Fiction
Mushroom Psychosis
“For the last time it’s wendigo psychosis not Winnie the Pooh psychosis!” I yelled at Marcus as we trekked through the forest.
By Nicholas Sykes4 years ago in Fiction
The Eyes of Wisdom
I lay on the cold, dirty wooden floor. I could barely stand, and I was sure that I was, at least temporarily, deaf in my left ear. I reached to that side of my face, and it was sticky with blood - probably from a ruptured eardrum.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
Confessions From The Recession
Confessions From the Recession Season 1 Episode 6 “Booty The Barn Owl On Border Patrol” Having a prefix for a first name really defined the blonde-haired cover model who stayed away from long nights swinging on stage with a pole and made a respectable financial living going across the symbolic Canadian/American border. Slowing down to a complete stop Tran was able to see “old Glory” in the distance. Realizing home was only a couple of miles away she perked up and grabbed the zip lock bag containing all the proper documents prepared by the corporate office.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
Confessions From The Recession
Confessions From The Recession Season 1 Episode 5 “Booty the Barn Owl” Somewhere near the northern border to another country Ranger Chapman sat in his patrol jeep finishing a Sicilian pizza slice when two young females emerged from the boat house nicknamed “The Barn.” Noticing the pair had identical looks he professionally observed the modeling images locking everything up while trying to brave the wintry flurries fluttering down.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
Dick Killing Janes (excerpt)
Eliza cleaned the entire house and felt no closer to a break in the case then when she‘d started. The only room she hadn't cleaned was Tom's office. Tom normally cleaned his office and his half of the house on Wednesdays. He'd insist on helping her despite the social taboo of it, saying, 'a detective is more important than just a professor.'
By A Baptiste4 years ago in Fiction
The Trap
She checked her makeshift trap. Nothing. "Damn it," she thought crossly. The bait was still there, where it should be. She knew there were animals about, she'd heard them scurrying in the forest behind the little cove where she had set up camp. How long had she been here now? It was at least three weeks, she felt, although she had lost track of time. She looked out across the bay and along the shore. Nothing but bush, sand and sea. She had trekked in here through the forest, occasionally fighting her way through the undergrowth and when she had got here to the ocean and found this perfect little bay, she had been relieved. Somewhere to rest, she had thought. She had tried fishing but apart from the occasional tiny fish that she had fried and barely got a mouthful from, there seemed to be nothing swimming in the waters here.
By d4 years ago in Fiction
The World Of Purple Mist
As I walked down the sunlit country road on a beautiful spring day towards the creek I liked to spend my Sunday afternoons the world suddenly turned a strange shade of violet with black shadow swirls dancing all around me. A woman appeared a short way in front of me, her blueish skin complimenting her black dress and sun hat well. At first, she was staring intently at the ground, as if nauseous or fascinated by something there. She slowly raised her head to look at me, a sinister smile crossed her face. The woman appeared to fall back into the swirling misty purple haze and vanished in a blink.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)4 years ago in Fiction
Morning routine
This is not the proper way to start in the morning. Not after you went to bed so late, your stomach was already demanding breakfast. Not after you tried unsuccessfully to relax. And definitely, not after your neighbor's dog decided to serenade you with the most annoying tone you ever heard him produce. Why was he barking so loud at that time of the night? He woke me up, made me feel mad at him and his owner, and although I looked outside several times I couldn't figure out what he was mad at. We don't have any squirrels around - or at least not that many - but straight cats are a staple of this town, mostly caused by motorists on the freeway coming from close areas who think that we will take good care of their unwanted pets if they just leave them loose at our door. I had my fair share of "visitors" in the past, but the cost of allergy medicine for the kids is too damn high compared with the benefits of somebody living "rent-free" with me and my family.
By Alex Torres4 years ago in Fiction
The reincarnation of the souls of the twins
Do you believe in the transmigration of souls, and is this saying true, transmigration of souls, which is the transfer of the soul and its reincarnation in the body of another person, so that the other person can live the lives of other people and know everything about them in detail, and even what they felt in their lives, and what they lived in their previous lives, although it is Nothing is known about them in reality, and he does not know who they are, and perhaps he did not hear their stories or their names, so he makes everyone around him look in amazement, astonishment and great panic, they do not understand what is happening and do not believe what is happening in front of them, but they believe that it is very real. So does reincarnation really exist in the world And those around us, and it happens with some people and not others, let us enjoy that strange story that happened one day in England, and it is one of the many stories and tales that are told on this subject,,
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Fiction
The Island
Adam sighed deeply as he leaned over the balcony railing to stare at the setting sun over the ocean while he reflected upon the day. It had been ten years since he came to live on the island of Hollowhaven to be with his wife Iris, living here has been a sort of dream for Adam. After finishing medical school, Adam tried working in a few hospitals but the rules imposed were too strict for his tastes. Adam wanted to have the ability to relate to his patients, not just set their broken bones. Adam scrimped and saved to open his clinic, Iris contributed to the funds as much as possible too.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)4 years ago in Fiction
the night owl
Working nights wasn't fun, it meant the same patients but a fraction of the staff. It didn't really help that the home was so remote, almost hidden away in a forest. The only upside was if you managed a break you could go outside and share it with the local wildlife.
By ASHLEY SMITH4 years ago in Fiction