Horror
Through A Pregnancy of Fear
From the moment we laid eyes on the sonogram to see our baby I felt like there was a void in me. All the women who have shared stories of their pregnancies always said that it was a feeling of bliss. Many say they felt joy and different in a good way. So why did I feel nothing but emptiness?
By Saige Adora 4 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger
There have been too many sleepless nights. My back is killing me. I feel like I've strained it. My joints are aching to the point where I don't want to move. I just want to sleep. I want to close my eyes for a few months. There's too much noise. I need silence. Opening my apartment door, I stared blankly inside. Slowly I closed the door, took five deep breaths, and closed it again. I walked in not knowing what to expect. Only the darkness flooded my senses.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Fiction
We could be nowhere.
Excitement was reduced to a hushed silence. Frigid static. The air felt lifeless. Skin crawled and goosed. The dryness of the autumn morning fog swept across, in between a circling of corn fields. View was diminished. You could only see ten or so feet from the boarded window. This made it difficult when the question of escape began the day.
By Jahvon "Jex" John4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Ice
I feel the cold burn my lungs as I take a deep breath before preparing to secure myself to the rope. I had no way to know how far it was to the bottom, just the vague idea of what lies below. I'd been doing my research on this place for a while now - a tomb frozen in time, lying deep below the icy tundra that was Sohliece. The climate here is hostile, making it a nearly uninhabited part of Ivahdra - meaning that it was far more likely that the expedition would yield the money that I was hoping for.
By Ethan Rogers4 years ago in Fiction
The Greenhouse
Some fifty years prior, in the time of my childhood, an interview such as this would have been unheard of. No breakthrough-seeking freelancer would question a farm-lady on how she cared for her crops. There is nothing remarkable about Noita, aside from her inscrutability. She looks as one would expect, tanned and overburdened. But a healthy crop had not been a rare sight fifty years ago. Earth’s average temperature had been 5 degrees lower, and reporters chased headlines detailing mass deforestation, or the construction of controversial mines.
By Charlie Pratt4 years ago in Fiction
Please Take A Number
364 days out of the year, Dave Murphy's job was mostly shuffling paperwork and light maintenance. His office was a sparse barren room in the basement of Hileman and Sons Funeral Parlor. They were a popular establishment for grieving families and Dave had landed the jobs because he had gone to high school with one of the ‘and sons’. He’d been employed by the Hilemans for 3 years and for a job that only really required him to show up, he was paid a very generous salary. He worked the literal graveyard shift, arriving at 9 and leaving at 6 am the next day. He spent a lot of time playing XBox and smoking grass. His only responsibilities were to print out prayer cards and vacuum the viewing rooms upstairs. He emptied ashtrays and refilled the water dispensers. He flushed out the enormous percolators, ensuring there would be fresh coffee for the next ‘service’. It was a good job, despite Halloween, he was glad to laze around and collect a fat paycheck every week. Dave didn’t make an exorbitant amount of money for making coffee, the money he earned was for keeping his mouth shut and handling October 31st professionally and most importantly, discreetly. This would be his fourth Halloween on duty, the first one had been terrifying, he hadn’t been sure he would make it til dawn. But he did. And the next year, with a little time under his belt, he was only slightly spooked. Last year had been hectic, but no longer frightening. He knew this Halloween would be no different than those before it, and having experienced it he was more anxious about the crowds than the ‘other things’.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo4 years ago in Fiction
