Horror
Wraith
It was Saturday around 4 am. Seiko's eyes were heavy, but she was restless. She had been waking up in a sweat and a throbbing headache every night around this time. With a mug in her hand, she walked out to her balcony to feel the cool, alleviating breeze of the beach. Her cheeks and nose felt a deep warmth with every sip she took of her rooibos tea. It was 94 degrees in Miami and even waking up in her own sweat did not stop her from enjoying a hot cup of tea. It was her waking custom from living all those years in the frigid state of Maine. Why can I never remember my dreams? She thought to herself. She also couldn’t remember the events of the past week, or year, even. She recalls enjoying her first four months living in Miami, but now, every day was elusive. Dreadful. Filled with the unbearable weight of self-discipline. Though she was noted as an admirable and successful marketing director, her life outside of work deemed nonexistent.
By Kenia Cecilia tzep Bernal4 years ago in Fiction
Controlled
The keys of a hundred keyboards click-click-clicked in succession as the workers stared at their blue screens. The sound became an unnerving song stuck in Josh’s mind. He kept waiting for a rhythm, but a few too many clicks here and there threw it off beat. It was enough to make a person go mad. On top of it, the clock also ticked away. At the twelve o’clock tick the people stood, tucked in their chairs, and walked silently to the door for their lunch hour. Josh lingered, watching them all leave. “Robots,” he whispered to himself. A woman’s voice came on the loudspeaker. “Worker 107 please exit the computer lab and report to the cafeteria for your meal. I repeat, worker 107 please exit the computer lab promptly and report to the cafeteria for your meal.”
By Christina Hunter4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl: Unabridged Part 3 of 3
9 | After Margo got the girls home and Janet arrived, she headed back out in her car. While she’d been waiting earlier, she’d called Justine and got the information about Maddy. Justine thought it would be good for the girl to have a visit from a family member, even if they’d never met. Margo looked enough like Maddy’s mother, seeing someone with a family resemblance may bring her comfort. And Janet had given Margo the name and address of the accountant assigned for their money management, who’d also been Stella and Adam’s as well as Adam’s family’s financial advisor.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl: Unabridged Part 2 of 3
4 | The next few weeks were uneventful for Margo and the girls. She spent time getting to know them and telling them all about herself and her family that had passed away long before the girls were born. When the girls weren’t in counseling sessions or school, she tried to get them out of the house as much as possible, even if it was just to have picnics near the house in the field, or hiking through the expansive forest that surrounded the grounds. She showed them how to identify edible berries and what poison oak looked like to avoid it. She tried to give the girls normal experiences that any other young girls their age would be having. After all the darkness they’d endured with their parents’ deaths, they more than earned it. And after being so sheltered from their mother’s worry over the past tragedy of their sisters they’d never meet, the girls were beyond happy to go exploring outside or take a car ride to the city and go sightseeing.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer4 years ago in Fiction
Le Fleau
Hi there, my name is Gwen, I am wanting to share my story with you all. Some of you may find my story strange or disturbing and unbelievable. But I can assure you everything that I am about to tell you is the truth from start to finish. I have been sailing the ocean on this ship for what seems like an eternity. Honestly I can not tell you how long I have been on here. There is something else, I came on this ship with 3 other friends and I have not seen a single one of them in a really long time. I mean where in the world is everyone? I know I did not come on this ship alone, now that is what I am alone. I just don't understand where everyone could have gone. We are in the middle of the ocean. It is not like the 3 of them could have went to the store or gone to the bar. Maybe I should start from the beginning.
By Adriane Kirby4 years ago in Fiction
Re: We Didn't Stand a Chance
I am sending this to everyone hoping that someone will do as I ask and as Dr. Maria Castillo would ask if she were still alive. The truth is that none of us are alive. By the time this message is sent, and you read it, I will be gone, too. If I'm lucky, I maybe have a few minutes left.
By Lauren J. Bennett4 years ago in Fiction
An Arctic Curse
I promised my wife that it would be my last voyage, but I said that intending to come home. It was a foreboding thing to say. I wonder if she now resents me for those words. Those simple things strung into a sentence are like a curse hanging over us. Well, hanging over me.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
