Horror

A beautiful nightmare
PART ONE; He is achingly beautiful. Short brown hair, light brown eyes and skin with a subtle tan. He’s tall... maybe 6’3 if I was to guess. Oh my goodness, when he smiles... I’m certain my heart stops. He’s just so....
By Alexandria Nano 4 years ago in Fiction
Missing
A gust of wind suddenly rips through the world around me. Leaves fall from the trees, a plastic bag flips across the road, my hood comes flying off for the tenth time tonight. I pull it back on quickly, glancing around to double check that no one saw me.
By Tris Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Charlotte's Sorrow
This is Part 3 of the VCS Halloween Spooktacular, a collaborative effort from the Vocal Creators Society members. Read Part 1: A Mother's Undying Love, by Untraditional Mother
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse
The feeling was mutual between Tom Belmont and the city of Chicago - they didn’t like each other. The only reason he came here was the sales; he just knew how to talk to people here. True, he suffered a bit and felt weird and uncomfortable, but the money, food, and the pleasures made it worthwhile. Every year when Chicago came up on the calendar, it was always faced with an initial dread. His experience had shown that it always ended up a success, but still… ick.
By Josh O'Neill4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Let Jimmy Die
“You can tell me back at the station.” His dad who had been standing just a bit apart, walked over. “He’s not in any kind of trouble though, really?”
By Elizabeth Butler4 years ago in Fiction
Midnight at Swimcart Beach
The wind is cold, even though sunset is a couple of hours away. Catherine looks up and down the beach, pulling her knitted shawl tighter around her shoulders.
By The Twilight Zane4 years ago in Fiction
Never Sleep Again
Preface ~Wednesday~ PAIGE MERIL KNEW she'd die soon. If it wasn't because of some epic tragedy like dying in a burning building, getting hit by a truck, or some weird way in her sleep, it would be by her mother who rang her phone nonstop, wondering where she was.
By Kiara Pharrams4 years ago in Fiction
Snowstorm
Delilah ran her hand across the Boy’s temple. He was still sleeping curled up in the snow. The sky was gray outside the empty cave and her stomach was just as void. She was unsure of how long they had been traveling together. The days and months bled together and dried into the cold gray swirl. Time seemed to stop when the storm hit and there was no more Gregorian, Julian, or any other calendar to speak of. She continued running her hands across the Boy’s head, worried the furs on her arm would brush across his face and wake him. Delilah knew that eventually, they would have to continue moving south. She would kiss his forehead and he would smile back at her, that warm little smile that can thaw a mother’s heart. But for now, she merely propped herself up on one elbow and looked out the cave walls preoccupied with images of monsters and death around the corner.
By Lucy Richardson4 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
The situation that Amelia and Aaron had found themselves in, was something they would have never imagined to be real. They stood there covered in nothing but blankets, in a strange room, with an alarm blaring, and a humanoid alien creature freaking out in front of them. It wasn’t a very ideal situation, and Amelia began to wonder if they would die before knowing the truth. Just as she was about to mentally break down, she saw Aaron run towards the alien thing. He pushed the creature over and ran out into the hallway.
By Stephen Portis4 years ago in Fiction
Noises in the Night
It started while I was fast asleep. I know I probably did actually hear it right away, deep down in my subconscious, but I can't be sure. I can tell you that when my brain finally made the connection with my ears, it sounded like the noises were coming from the dark recesses of my then still sleepy mind, from somewhere so far away that it was just a faint echo, almost like a phone call with awful reception. When, among my dreams, I realized I was hearing it I woke up so quickly it was as if someone had set off a car alarm right next to my ear. Wide awake, I sat there in total darkness, my bedroom just a black hole in the depths of our fairly large, somewhat old home. I listened to every tiny little noise the house could make, every creak and every groan, trying my hardest to discern what was real and what I only thought I'd heard.
By Cora Mack4 years ago in Fiction
Visions
We lay in the grass. A cool spring night, there are no clouds in the sky, only stars and the moon. We wrestle the thoughts in our head, staring at the void of meaningless beauty. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I “we”? What’s the point? Why do we struggle? Why am I still here?.... I sit up and look forward, my nose feeling a strange chill, I see my feet ahead me and legs attached to them. I hate it. I hate what I see. Why am I still here.
By Noah Adam Busby4 years ago in Fiction
There Lay a Sleeping Woman
There lay a sleeping woman. She was in a wonderous, seemingly endless plain filled with beautiful wildflowers of all sorts. Terrestrial birds rustled and chirped from underneath the sea of colors. Gently interrupting the painted fields was a joyous brook. It was clear as anything, and through it swam resplendent little fish with scales that were almost blinding as they danced in the warm yellow light of the sun.
By Eamon Cates4 years ago in Fiction