Horror
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
Beneath the Depths
“Here it is Ava, Misty Lake as promised,” Selene exclaimed with a fiery excitement to her eyes that never quite went out. The moon was full that night providing enough light to see their immediate surroundings. The lake had a rocky shore and thick trees surrounded it, making it a secluded area even though the road wasn’t far from where they were parked. There was a faint layer of mist that hung low over the surface of the lake, probably the reason for the name Ava thought. Ava took a deep breath as Selene cut the engine, creating a silence that could be suffocating to one more accustomed to the constant noise of the city.
By S.J. Parker4 years ago in Fiction
Lake Agatha
“I double dog dare you,” I felt Derrick’s hot breath hit the side of my neck as he whispered into my ear, sending a wave of shivers down my spine. With one arm slung over my shoulder I felt him give me a squeeze, just enough to making breathing difficult.
By London Sparks 4 years ago in Fiction
Cryophobia
Commander Mackenzie was afraid of ice on water. It seemed silly to anyone who didn’t know his story, but it was quite understandable to those who knew him. He had survived the sinking of the Titanic. When he explained his reasoning, everyone left it at that.
By Catherine Kruger4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Murals
A brisk autumn afternoon in Okotoks, Alberta has Kayla and Ally walking along main street. Since the two of them are artists and it is a beautiful day, they decide to walk the town to find inspiration. A warm day like this means you should be outside and if anyone knows Okotoks the way that these two women do, you would find different painted murals almost everywhere. Some are in plain sight while others are hidden. However, some of these murals have hidden secrets.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Fiction
Past, Present, and Premonition
“Are they getting worse?” “Yes,” I forced out through gritted teeth. My mom took one of her almost too-slender hands from the steering wheel and rested it on my knee. I gripped both sides of my head and pushed as hard as I could. Applying pressure had never helped shorten or relieve any of the pain pulsing just inches below my skull, but I did it anyway. The mental win of feeling like I had any control over this part of my body was enough to encourage and sustain this useless habit.
By Bree Alexander (she/her)4 years ago in Fiction
Unseen
Mystic Pines tavern was always busy and bustling. Captains and fishermen found spots for their crew, and Old-Time Timmy was always watching from the bar with his eyes at people coming. The door creaked open, and an urbane-looking gentleman came in, beautiful pea coat, acceptable slacks, and well-dressed oxfords; he was not a fisherman. He looked over to the window where a lone sailor sat, staring out into the Atlantic Ocean.
By Arthur Caliga 4 years ago in Fiction
