Horror
Blood and Tea
The liquor brewed up a deep red. I love the color. Red has always been my favorite, and to combine it with black tea? Delicious. As I smell the leaves in my diffuser, I catch the notes of dark earth and smoke, so similar but so different from the scents wafting up from the riverside. “What is this?” I ask my beloved.
By Megan Hopkins4 years ago in Fiction
Come Home
"You can always come home to me…" The words echoed in his mind as he sat in the back of the church, his wrinkled suit and cracked, hand-me-down oxford shoes afforded him more attention than he wanted when he first walked in. He could feel the judgement coming from the well dressed, neatly pressed masses as their eyes scanned over his haggard appearance. He knew he didn’t belong here, there was no reason he should be at this funeral.
By LeRissa Crider4 years ago in Fiction
Trick or Treat
Natalie had always heard the stories about people slipping something dangerous into Halloween candy—razor blades in apples, poison in chocolate bars. She’d also always heard that these were urban legends. There weren’t actually strangers out there tampering with Halloween candy or handing out dangerous treats. It just wasn’t true.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
Jealousy`s Kill
It was Summer Time Joe, Alena, and Jacob was in the college cafe, spending their time together. After the exams, they were planning a trip together. Jacob suggested you guys needed to see our Farmhouse. We have a huge pool which is especially for pool parties, and it's summertime. We will enjoy it there, so after listening to Jacob, Alena and Joe become so excited.
By Curtis Newkirk4 years ago in Fiction
Remain
Relief flooded over Jane when she saw the empty lot and knew that she had the lake to herself. The picnicking families had long since herded the kids back into the car and left, ready to wash off the grass stains and whatever was in those leaf piles; the early-evening joggers were at home with their glasses of wine and a cozy sense of accomplishment. Sometimes kids came here after dark, leaving behind noisy laughter, crushed cans and the haze of smoky kisses. The night had been illuminated with firecrackers and ghoulish glee a few nights ago, on Halloween, but tonight the spot was quiet but for the wind in the trees and skimming the surface of the lake.
By Rose Esposito4 years ago in Fiction
Seven Days
The House, 5 Guests, and a Strange Horizon Lori looked down at her coffee cup and tried not to pay attention to the five people in the large, Victorian-styled kitchen with her. Her fingers drummed the ceramic nervously as one of the three women stirred eggs in a frying pan. A rather effeminate man leaned against one counter, sipping coffee. Another sat at the round table with a newspaper up and open.
By Lynn Davis4 years ago in Fiction





