Horror
A One-Star Trip to the Lake
Hey Philips, I'm assuming that you accidentally sent me this document early? I can look over it if you want, but try to get it a bit closer to the final product first, okay? Also, make sure you remove that short-term-home-rental site's name from the final version. We don't need any legal trouble, do we? Take care, JT
By Littlewit Philips4 years ago in Fiction
How’d I End Up in Here?
My eyes rip open as fast as wrapping on a new present. My struggled screams are muffled by the cloth entrapped within my mouth. No windows. No doors in sight. My arms and legs? Tied as tight as a triple knot. Large Thud. My eyes roll back and slowly power down, as my lone question remains…
By Adam David.4 years ago in Fiction
Nathan Miller
Lake Hutchin was a nice enough kind of town, leafy enough to attract the odd busload of tourists in the fall, but for the most part it wasn’t on anybody’s radar. Not close enough to any major hub to be convenient, but not isolated enough to feel secluded. Peter and I hadn’t even heard of it before he was offered his position at the new hydro-dam on the nearby Blackstone River. Aside from the burgeoning economic lull of the dam, there wasn’t much going on. But its pride was the lake, which was less of a circular pool of water, and more a meandering presence that wove around waterfront cafes and empty meadows.
By Katie Webster4 years ago in Fiction
Old Sammy's Island
“Gurk!” How he despised that wretched sound. Lying abed in the dark next to his loudly snoring wife, he’d discovered the one sound he just couldn’t get used to. The lapping waves, the splashing… fish? Alligators? Even the relentless chorus of crickets and frogs he’d learned to endure.
By Timothy James Turnipseed4 years ago in Fiction
Liar
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By Victoria Gurnee4 years ago in Fiction
Megan and the Invisibles
Megan Grey was the only human in the city of Philadelphia. In fact, she was the only human left on Earth. She was only 32 years old, and art was her passion – other than being a wife and mother. She knew that the world she was used to was completely gone, and she could not interact with any other human being.
By Leona Valentine4 years ago in Fiction
Ascension Trap
The dream started the way it always did, complete with the vortex of utopian colors followed by a jarring sense of normalcy. Raiven found herself gazing out at the ocean as the sun set, already below the horizon. She knew she would be there soon, her guide? Protector? She still wasn’t quite sure who she was and could never get her name since they didn’t speak. But she knew that the vibes were always good, and they always met at the water. That was enough information for Raiven.
By Arianna McGough 4 years ago in Fiction
Vathýs
Vathýs by VALMRY I often go to places for inspiration, trying to fuel my ever growing desire to keep working on my art and writing skills. In the fall I decided to visit a small area known as Star Island in the New England area. I had heard rumors of its beautiful scenery and explicit isolation just from the coast. It was connected to two other small island areas known as Cedar Island and Smuttynose Island and; while it only had a few small stone buildings and Chapels, a hotel for conferences, and a dock for the ferry and other boats to come and go, the ocean spraying against the rocks proved to be a very inspirational site indeed.
By Victoria Gurnee4 years ago in Fiction
The Alcoholic's Nightmare
The Alcoholic’s Nightmare. Older human being advice to a younger human being indulging in alcohol. “Be careful not to fall under the spell of the spirits. Like John Trudell once said, ‘You are in the place where spirits get eaten. Protect your spirit.’” The older human being took a swig of his bottle. Malt Liquor was his preferred alcoholic beverage.
By Kohl Younger4 years ago in Fiction
