Horror
Baby Please Don't Go
It was the first trip they had taken together since Jack had left for Afghanistan. During his tours, Emmy remained faithful to him, as she’d promised. She was less than pleased when he told her he’d enlisted because they were just beginning to enjoy life as a couple. She had finished her year-long college course in Medical Reception and Jack had breezed through his computer tech training and apprenticeship.
By Marie McGrath4 years ago in Fiction
The Tooth Fairy
One “MOMMY!” Jessickha screamed. Jessickha’s mother rushed into the room to find Jesickha huddled in the corner furthest from her closet. She had tears and snot streaking her face. Her eyes were horror-struck, stuck wide open and staring at the deep darkness of her closet. Jessickha’s mother rushed across the room and cradled her daughter, “What is it? What’s wrong!?”
By Nathan Charles4 years ago in Fiction
The Sound Water Makes
There was the drip, drip, drip. Always, always—drip, drip, drip. The pipes were fine. Well, mostly. It was an old cabin her grandfather had built. He’d kept it in good shape until his death five years before. It sat by a small, secluded lake in the middle of the woods.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
Brave Until the Darkness Pt. 1
Brynn Cabot was way over her head. It was only two years ago when she thought she was simply buying drugs from a normal drug dealer. Today, she’s a slave to a monstrous and harsh creature in human flesh. Her life now depended on her efforts to please her master, and her secret had to be maintained if she wanted her friends and family to be safe. On the outside, Brynn seemed to be a helpless, lost, and broken person in search of something that would fill a void within. But, under that poorly painted picture was a girl trapped and alone for the rest of her tormented life.
By Autumn Nicole4 years ago in Fiction
Samhain
Sitting languidly in the esthetican's chair, I try my best to muster some interest in the small talk of the woman doing my nails. Worthless, stupid humans; their short meaningless lives and pointless endeavors always repulse me. Unfortunately, I've learned I have to do at least a few daily activities like them to blend in. As well as there's the small matter of sustaining one's self, ie grocery shopping, paying bills, and other day to day matters. Living as long as I have, money isn't an issue. But do I want to spend my day hilling potatoes in a garden? Decidedly not! I considered having house staff, but things are just a little different than they were three hundred years ago. Not only are humans smarter and more well-informed thanks to technology, there tends to be a large outcry when one is found dead in an alley. Disposing of the maid when she's seen or heard something she shouldn't have poses all kinds of headaches. Much as I detest it, I take one day a week and look after my penthouse myself.
By Margaret Draper4 years ago in Fiction
Nightswimming. Top Story - October 2021.
Sometimes I go swimming alone, at night. Under the silvered scree of moonlight, I undress and pad quietly into the cool shallows. In September, the fog rolls in, an ancient cue for impending winter and the solid freeze known in the north as Ice Down. I will lean back, float serenely, eyes trained on the slivers of light that breach the overhanging pines. I imagine I am young, a girl in the throes of teenage angst, rebelling against the oaken crush of an overtired single mother. I imagine I am in love, arms twisted around the muscular shoulders of an older lover, a sensual tryst in the chill of autumn. I imagine I am strong, stronger than his pressings, his pleas, his sweet whispers and platitudes in my crimson ear.
By Aaron Steele4 years ago in Fiction
