Horror
Blood and Bones
During the midnight hour, under the sanguine blood moon, inside the old barnyard chapel, in a small town of St. Lucian was a huge gathering of satanic worshippers, celebrating a bloody ritual sacrifice or what the townspeople of St. Lucian called a communion gathering.
By Raven Moon 4 years ago in Fiction
Candlelight
Teetering precariously on the ladder, Maia placed yet another candle on the ledge overlooking the stone stairs to the courtyard. The ledge was lined with dozens of candles, unlit. Tapers, pillars, tealights, all in white. Candles covered the stairs too, only a narrow walkway left free.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
The Trouble With Home
An engine roared as its' driver steered from the off-ramp of the 101 into town. The arrival of the black Charger in Florence happened in the early morning hours, allowing the driver to come into town unnoticed. It wasn't that the driver wanted to hide from anyone, but after driving across the U.S. from the Texas State University, the thought of a long shower and a nap before facing the locals did appeal to her. Cass needed something to eat after the long drive, so she slid through a drive-through and picked up a couple of breakfast sandwiches that everyone knew weren't too healthy.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
Jocassee - The Place of the Lost One
This story is dedicated to Tom Bradbury, your critiques will be missed. *** July 1974 Amelia Logan, cold, wet, and agitated, stood on the rickety dock as the angry waves from the vast lake lapped over the old wooden boards. Her stringy damp hair whipped in the wind, and her blue cotton dress, soaked, clung to her petite body. She gazed up at the gray and black clouds that roiled across the skyline that sprayed mists like a judgment on the world and its inequities. Her mind raged like the summer storm and wondered where Heidi had been the past year.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
Devil Lake
It was going to happen today thought Sheriff Owen. Finally after so much research and so much effort that darn Devil Lake was going to be drained. It had taken so many lives but Jeffrey Owen was a reasonable man he really did not expect to find the Devil sitting at the bottom of the lake, What he did expect to find were the bones of the missing and an answer as to why people died in Devil Lake. That was about all he could hope for and then fill up the lake so that no one would have to worry about anyone losing their lives ever again.
By Rasma Raisters4 years ago in Fiction
Trouble on the Water. Third Place in Foggy Waters Challenge. Top Story - October 2021.
Cold spray crashed against the windows of the small fishing boat as she pierced the crest of a wave and then pitched down into the trough. Time and time again the unforgiving cycle had gone on battering the boat and soaking the three-man crew to the skin.
By Thea Young 4 years ago in Fiction
The Trip of a Lifetime. Top Story - October 2021.
It’s almost Halloween and the haunting memories from that night five years ago are back again. Every year since that trip, around this time, the nightmares caused by that night return and transport me back in time. I know in my heart that the things I saw on that day were not real and just tricks played on my mind by the incredibly well-planned set-up of the party and whatever the hell it was that Tony dropped in our drinks.
By Gerald Holmes4 years ago in Fiction
The Potter's Field
Eduardo chips at the soil with the tip of his broken shovel. The end of it is jagged, and there is no certain angle to strike with in order to break into the snow-dusted earth. His hands are cracked painfully from the harsh winter wind, and even though he knows working harder might warm him up he hesitates, as usual, to do so. Even more today, because it isn’t like the movies, where he’d need to paint tally marks onto his cell walls to keep track of time, even though he wishes it were. He wishes the answer to his anxiety was as simple as an untallied wall, but he knows exactly what day it is. It’s the date some doctor scratched aggressively with an almost dead pen onto the blank space beneath a picture of white noise that Eduardo’s girl insisted was his baby. The etched in due date that’s been seared into his memory just as harshly as it was written on that photo.
By Sammi LaBue4 years ago in Fiction
