Horror
The Vigil
Introduction: Story as old as time, the old man teaching a younger man some skill or talent. This might strike a little closer to home as it's about a grandfather teaching his grandson how to survive. This story came about after I read the synopsis of a story in a bookstore recently of monster hunters set in Victorian Era England. I imagined them running around with lanterns to light their way and non-tech weapons. Kind of along the lines of old vampire novels where the hunters used stake and hammer. This is that story.
By Nathan Charles4 years ago in Fiction
The End Of The World As I Know It
Opening my apartment door, I stared blankly inside. Slowly I closed the door, took five deep breaths, and closed it again. I walked in not knowing what to expect. Only the darkness flooded my senses. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. As I laid down in bed, I could see a dark figure in the corner of my room. Casually he approached my bed. Calmly he placed himself down on the edge of my bed. There are only 2 things I could see in the dark. The outline of his body and his eyes. His eyes were so unusual and mesmerizing. They were deep purple and glowed like embers. Staring deeply into my soul. It's almost as if he knows I'm watching. Gradually he inched closer till he was only a couple of inches away. I could not move because of fear. Gradually he shut his eyes as he put one hand to my face. As he gently stroked my I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Lights Out
The gentle humming lulled her from the black oblivion of sleep to the waking world. She ran a hand gently over the thin sheet that covered the mattress she was laying on as her conscious reawakened from the sleep she couldn't remember taking. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember anything after her last class. The sudden thought startled her, she flew to a sitting position causing her head to spin as her eyes desperately tried to focus in the blackness surrounding her. The pounding of her startled heart hit her ears like a freight train as her breathing followed the erratic rhythm. Her brain frantically reached for any clue as to where she had awoken to but the never ending darkness offered no answers.
By Cianna Williams4 years ago in Fiction
FOOD
Somewhere in South America The moon was full and hung low to the earth. Shadows cast by the tall trees danced beneath the thick canopy, while multiple jaguars could be heard growling and moaning in the distance. In a vast clearing, set at the fringes of the jungle, an enormous stone temple, adorned with nightmarish creatures crafted from solid black marble, sprouted up from the ground. Constructed by an unknown race of ancient builders, the top of the temple rose above the clouds, making it impossible to view with human eyes. Ten figures of various heights, their outlines obscured by the flowing lines of their dark black robes, stood in a circle around a giant bonfire. The scent of charred wood and burnt flesh wafted over the figures as they mumbled their secret incantations. Blood-curdling screams rode the wind, informing the hungry jaguars to keep their distance, but the scent of cooked flesh was making it hard to keep them at bay. As the final human sacrifice was burning to their death, a tall, dark figure emerged from the main entrance of the temple. Plotting his course with precision, the shadow walked over to the circle of praying zealots, and placed his meaty right hand on the shoulder of the shortest member in the circle. The small initiate stopped his rant and removed the dark hood which concealed his horribly scarred face. “It is time,” whispered the tall, cloaked shadow.
By Kale Sinclair4 years ago in Fiction
Mine
She has to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Her tall thin figure, her long brunette hair, her blue eyes are like looking into the ocean. She is an exquisite creature. It takes only one interaction for me to decide that she is who I want. In fact, I believe she already belongs to me, she just doesn’t know it yet. Our hands touch as she hands me back my book, a sudden surge of electricity fills me to my core. Her skin is soft and smooth, and she stands so close to me, I can get a faint scent of her perfume. It’s intoxicating, the sweet smell fills my heart with excitement. I ask her if she is available for lunch some time. She smiles, she’s embarrassed but flattered. She tells me she is already seeing someone and in fact, he is waiting for her outside.
By Yusef Hood 4 years ago in Fiction
His Dark Secret
The vacuum sucked at my husband’s man cave. Why did he have to make such a mess? The door creaked open. Usually it was locked. It looked like a normal space. A large television hung over a black fireplace. However there was a strange layer of dust on it. A strange light illuminated from the floor in the form of a square. The thick white carpet shifted loosely beneath my feet. Old wood greeted my copper eyes. Curiosity forced me to open it. Cautiously, I looked back to see no one. Horror filled my eyes when I saw piles of human bodies and skeletons at the bottom of the room. A scream stuck in my throat as I hurriedly put everything back. Just as the door shut, Darren, my husband came home.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
MAY
The day Jaylee Sill’s life fell apart was the same day she first skinny dipped. In the shallow end of some obscure lake she went to for summer camp, she and her friends stripped off their suits and dove into the cold (and probably unsanitary) water with glow sticks on their wrists, giggling. Jaylee felt free, for a moment in the murky water, free from the weights that held her down- whatever weight a 14 year old feels anyway. She stood there, in the dark, water rushing all around, and she dove down and down and down.
By Gracie J Chute4 years ago in Fiction
At The Crossroads
"Jesus," exclaimed Hannibal. "What kind of place have you drug me off to?" Hannibal, and his girlfriend Madison, sped up the half-mile-long gravel road, pulling into the squared-off section marked with fresh yellow paint lines. Hannibal decided to drive to Crossroads B & B. He joked with Maddy that it was the least he could do since she chose to bring him instead of a girlfriend. As far as getaways go, this was not Hannibal's first choice. Rather than a weekend on the beach, a trip riding dirt bikes in the dunes, or even a boating excursion down the coast, they were in Northern New York.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
