Horror
THE LADY
THE LADY It's been strange these past few years, ever since we moved into this house. The noises I hear at all hours of the day and night. Like the four taps on my bedroom wall that woke me yesterday, and several other times since we've been here. It wasn't my wife. I knew where she was each time. And the dog can't make sounds like knuckles tapping on wall board four times in quick succession.
By Paul Evans Pedersen, Jr.4 years ago in Fiction
The Not-Deer. V+ Fiction Award Winner.
The mountains are flush with color as we make the drive north. Frost creeps across the glass. I turn on the heat, but the old RV takes time to warm. From the passenger’s seat, Jude huddles in a blanket. Andy sleeps quietly in the back.
By Chelsea Catherine4 years ago in Fiction
One of Them
“Are you one of them?” The question hung still in the stagnant morning air after it left Sarah’s lips, her eyes fixated on the wall in front of her. It was cracked and crumbling just like every other building around her. Just like the dry skin of her hands as they twisted uncomfortably at the silence that came. Rough calluses combined with the peeling of her fingers have always served her as a reminder - a reminder that her skin was real, that her thoughts were real, and that the boy beside her...was likely not. At least not anymore.
By Patience Hewitt4 years ago in Fiction
Thrones of Blood Preview
Red’s ancestral home burned all around him and the smoke in the air carried with it the scent of death, both of the body and of any remaining hope. The City of Many Colors, sacred gathering site of his race, had fallen, and thousands had fallen with it. The rainforest trees they had tended to so carefully for millions of years had gone up in flames, corpses instead of living worshipers hung out of the tree temples, the sacred pools now had waterlogged bodies floating on top of them instead of beautiful impiari lotuses, which had burned during the war. Red, Chief of the Akapcheri lay caged like a rainbow quezcha bird, his right wing broken in battle, his maw and remaining wing bound. Death would have been preferable, and he struggled to understand why he was not already dead. There was no point in keeping a dragon against its will for death would be the end result anyway. The general who had laid his people low sauntered over to his cage, multicolored, his scales like dancing flame, a wicked expression on his face. So that was why he was still alive, to be mocked. Red wished he could spit, could curse, could flare his wings or do something to show his displeasure. All he could do was stare at the face of his conqueror.
By Zay Aeternum4 years ago in Fiction
A Message to the Past
Daemonic ichor had sprayed the walls, the floor and Zavar’s gold and azure armor, as well as his violet-hued crystalline arm. The dismembered bleeding devil-corpses were piled high. However, it had not been a one-sided battle. The mangled and desecrated forms of Zavar’s bannermen were intermixed amongst the daemonic dead. And besides Zavar himself, only his second-in-command, Azadak, still lived. And Azadak was gravely injured, as a burning hellforged blade had pierced his right lung. Even now Azadak sat with his back propped against the chamber wall, and Zavar heard an ominous whistle with each labored breath that Azadak drew.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
Submarine Sickness
March 26, 2040 We're traveling to the deepest part of the ocean. We're traveling to the Mariana Trench. If Mount Everest were placed into the trench at its deepest point, the peak would be underwater by more than two kilometers. Mariana Trench is more epic than Mount Everest.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
A BlackBerry, who killed me.
Peter-Peter, the rain has just begun, the ground has begun to tremble with lightning. Buff! -Waff! -The dog ran in front of me and entered the room. The long shawl in the dense forest next to it, the banyan tree has grown so big that I felt as if their twigs were rushing towards me and saying- go! Go! ... get away from here. Ignoring the trees, I started walking. Just two feet away, he suddenly stood in front of me, grabbed my shirt collar, and said, 'I won't let you in,' in a loud voice.
By Sougata chowdhury4 years ago in Fiction
The Ghulahans
My father was a blunt man, blunt in his attitudes and his thoughts. Oh not stupid, not by any means, he just came from a time when people were poor and people had to work, REALLY work to survive. And this had made him…blunt. Being blunt, he was not given to flights of fancy – he once told me he didn’t believe in ghosts, or aliens or the para-normal. Why? I asked. “Because, where are they?” He replied. “Of all those people who have died, many in pain and in fear, where are these millions of ghosts? If aliens were real, then why didn’t they make themselves known to us as either teachers or more likely conquerors? After all, ranchers didn’t fight range wars so they could teach bulls to wear jeans and not to fuck in public. They fought these wars for land, territory and wealth. This is the way of the universe, not some little green men helping people for no good reason”. So that is why he did not believe. Because he could not see it. Being a disrespectful smart ass, I countered with “what about God? You can’t see him, don’t you believe in him?” He looked at me with his stern, annoyed face and simply said: “that’s different”.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
