Horror
SURF AND TURF
It was just for the weekend. Drive him down from Boston, show him around the Cape, spending as little time as possible in Falmouth, then flying back to El Paso. It wasn’t Angela’s idea; it was Abyasa’s, a topic she’d never suggest and had worked hard on avoiding. But then she made the mistake of telling him she had family on Cape Cod. It happened during an evening stroll while he was visiting her in Galveston. He lamented that he was here in this country alone without family or Indonesian connections. To make him feel better she half joked that having family around wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. He wanted to meet them. After all, they were getting close. Nothing imminent but there was certainly an attraction brewing, something seductive between them.
By John Ouellet4 years ago in Fiction
The Cuban Epidemic
On a long bus ride down a windy road are twin brothers named Jeremy “Jere” and Jonathan “Jon” McKenzie who are in desperate need of a vacation. Both of them are busy professionals with next to no time for themselves. Concerned that they are forgetting to have fun, their mother Diane got them a trip to Cuba for their birthday. Truth be told, those two didn’t put up much of a fight since both of them are having difficulties in their lives. Now they are sitting on the bus waiting to get to their resort.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Fiction
The Lorelei
On the third day of her supply run to the eastern out-ports, the Lorelei ran afoul of the worst gale to come raging out of the north-west in a quarter century. Squalls had been forecast by the maritime weather service, but when skipper George Harmony saw the height and color of the clouds bearing down upon the little vessel, he knew the storm was going to be worse than predicted.
By John Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
All That is Mad Within
What lies within will all drive us mad. The house was yellow, shutters black. The mansard roof and ornate pillars gave it the perfect haunted Victorian feel Ella and Drake were looking for on their weekend stay in the north country. The golden sun hung low, the leaves of the trees surrounding were a burnt fiery orange. The black Beetle popped and cracked along the gravel as they pulled up the long winding driveway. What caught their eye the most though was the deep dark water to the west of the dwelling.
By Jenni Hess4 years ago in Fiction
Ripple's Edge
The air is cold and nips at my hands where my sleeves do not cover. My hands rest lazily on the steering wheel as I cruise down the foggy gravel road. My friends are singing along to some trendy pop playlist and none of the songs are ones I know. I enjoy old music. Music that some people in my generation would hear and turn off with pure disgust.
By Justice Judge4 years ago in Fiction
"Till the dawn."
I will write down everything just as it happened. My hands still shake at the memory, but I will try. It seemed like such a straightforward proposition at the time: a simple wager between two young men who were brothers in all but name and blood. I thought that my friend had been looking for a way around accusations of charity: that the bet was the best that he could come up with to help me with the cost of my impending wedding.
By Raymond Cummings4 years ago in Fiction
Thank You for Calling
“Thank you for calling customer service. If you have a question about an order, please press one or say ‘order.’ If you have a question about your membership account, please press two or say ‘account.’ If you have a question about a technical issue with our website, please press three or say ‘tech.’ If you have a question about returns or damaged items, please press four or say ‘returns.’ If at any time you want to get back to the main menu, just say ‘main menu.’”
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
The Drive
The road surrounding the water was shrouded in fog, thick and soupy. The man could not see past the reach of his headlight beams, and he leaned forward in his seat, his hands at eleven and two, squinting into the night. He was close to his destination, but the dark and the fog rendered the familiar road unrecognizable, and he couldn’t tell how much further he had to go.
By Erica Psaltis4 years ago in Fiction
Just to Remember
It was cold and lonely in the deep, dark night. Her face, turned up to the moon, shone with the light of the fading, dim stars. She did not know how long she had been standing there, her toes submerged in the dense mud of the lake’s shore. There were tears behind her eyes that refused to fall, though she desperately willed them to. She wanted to know that she was still capable of feeling sorrow, for all she could feel was a dull ache that left her empty and void. Feeling, even in pain, was better than feeling nothing at all.
By Calista Corson4 years ago in Fiction
