Horror
"Here's Johnny"
The last thing Jonathan remembered before regaining consciousness was the pilot yelling into the radio. Jonathan instinctively grabbed his bag and as they reached an altitude that looked doable, he jumped from the side of the Blackhawk Helicopter, missing the shallow water and ending up in the rapids. He nearly drowned several times, clutching his gear bag as his body was bounced off the rocky bedrock that lined the river. Finally, the waters calmed, after several minutes of desperation and he floated into a shallower area, able to grasp onto some rocks to pull himself to shore. He lay there for several minutes, sore, soaked, and disorientated before nearly passing out from the shock of it all. The simplest of missions had nearly brought about his demise before they even touched down on the ground.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: Left Behind
I was once surrounded by so many others. They say we were trapped but I didn’t feel trapped, in fact for once in my life I felt connected to everyone else. I remember a time when I was on my own, a time where all that I was depended on what others thought of me. I was trapped then, waiting for someone to free me and take me with them. Then, one day, I woke up here. I must have been freed in my sleep as now I had a family, friends and a place where I belonged. Although, not everyone believed that this was freedom like me. In fact many believed we were stuck here forever. I didn’t believe them though. There was so many interesting people in our little town. There was the drunk who I got told to never talk to, the mayor who ran for every election even when it wasn’t election time and then there was my best friend. He was so cool. He always wore shades and said that life was a rollercoaster. I had never been on a rollercoaster but I always imagine he meant it was so much fun. We lived happily here.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Fiction
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: Her Name on the Wind
Day 1 My dearest Aoife, I hope this letter finds you well. I have recently become betrothed to a loyal man named Finneas. I am utterly smitten with him, dear sister. However, as you travel from Dublin to Belfast, I have some upsetting news for you. Finneas has been hired as the head carpenter for an expedition to the Isle of Haven’s Peak. It is upsetting because it means that I am leaving you before you return. I am excited for my prospects on the Isle. Hopefully, Finneas plans to build the church after our home is built so that we can be married. When that happens I will send out an invitation for you to join us on our special day. I will write again once we have settled in and the postal service has begun on the Isle and across the sea. For now my dearest sister, Bon voyage as they say. E.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Fiction
Thirst
Jim Harper is having his one recurring dream. He’s back in Kuwait during Desert Storm, circa September 1990. He can feel the doom approaching. And not from the mine that he and the other three members of his company are about to roll over, causing an explosion that kills everyone but himself. No, as traumatic as that was, he’s gotten over it, for the most part.
By Nick Jameson4 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Music
The song played somewhere outside the apartment window. Beth had heard that song before, but she couldn’t place it. It was something from her childhood. She couldn’t remember the words, but as she listened she could somehow sing along. It tugged at her, filling her with a strange nostalgia, like the feel of the coming autumn when she looked at a clear blue sky, throwing her back to a time and place that may never have existed, just a vague sense of having lost something over the passing of the years.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
Family
It had been years since she had visited her childhood home. Now here she is with her son Jimmy, grown standing inside the spooky old house, dusting the cobwebs off as she touched the locket around her neck and made her way to the aged record player her dad had bought her all those years ago. It had a silver disco ball at the top where lights are shown on it when you flipped the switch and turned to make pretty shapes and colors of red, green, blue, and gold all over the walls. Under the disco ball, it had a record player where she could play old records, and on the side of the front, it had an eight-track player. She remembered listening to songs by Glen Cambell, Jackie Wilson, and Marilyn MCcoo, and Billy Davis Jr. She thought those were the most beautiful songs in the world back then. She loved watching the lights all across the room, sitting in the dark listening and dreaming. She was five years old, then playing with her dolls and listening to music. This was when her love for dolls was born. It was the only time in her life she had felt happy and content. Now, as she looked around the house, she wished she could go back to those times when her mother, papaw, and father had been alive. Going a bit further into the house, she came upon some of the dolls she had been looking for, the ones she had loved so much. There was a Baby Beth doll, with her soft body, pink knit hat and slippers, and straight blond hair. Her daddy and bought her that and suffered for it. She heard the stories of how Louise, her biological mother, had jumped onto him for buying her the stereo, and Baby Beth doll. Louise never liked him buying her anything. Bethany was glad she was raised by her grandmother, whom she called mom, and her Grandfather, whom she referred to as papaw.
By Bernice Bowling4 years ago in Fiction
SOMETHING IS OUT THERE
Bernie and his friend Al were eager to be on their way as they piled their metal detecting equipment, tent, other supplies, plus enough booze to last them for a week, into the back of Al’s truck. They had heard about an old, abandoned log cabin that had belonged to a trapper, who supposedly had disappeared, most likely froze to death while out checking his traps during the winter. The trapper seldom earned much money from the furs when he brought them into town at the end of winter. However, the small bag of gold nuggets that he cashed in at the assay office was always more than enough to buy everything he needed for the year. Although the trapper never staked a claim, it was rumored that he had discovered the mother lode, or a stream filled with gold. And this was why they were headed to the cabin with dreams of striking it rich. They felt certain if there was any hidden gold, the metal detectors would find it.
By Len Sherman4 years ago in Fiction
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: Beneath The Pier
Have you ever felt like you’re always to blame for everything? Like even if you weren’t anywhere near it’s your fault. Well that’s what being a seventeen year old on Haven’s Peak is like. There are five of us and we are the only teens in our small village. Let me tell you a little about me and my friends. First, there is Benji. Benji is a tall muscled guy. He has short brown hair and deep blue eyes and that’s all we should know about him. His girlfriend is Fiona. Fiona is like the perfect Barbie girl, with big eyes and bigger dreams of leaving this place. Then we have Gerty. Gerty is our resident goth. Dark clothing, dark make up and more into the occult that anyone else in the village. Oh, and she prefers to be called Gaia. Next we have Winn. We is the most recent of the teens. He moved about a year ago from America with his dad who studied plants. Finally, there is me. I’m Harley. I think I’m ordinary especially when the others compare me to my comic book counterpart Ms Quinn but I don’t mind, compared to the others there’s nothing wrong with being ordinary. Ordinary is great.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Fiction
