Horror
The Chambermaid
*This story contains physical and sexual violence. Reader discretion is advised.* A pink classic car drives along a bright windy road with lakes on either side of it. In the car, other than the driver is Tom and Hannah Simmons. Tom is an accountant in a private firm while Hannah works in a boutique dress shop. Both are busy professionals and they haven’t been on vacation since their honeymoon six years ago. But now being here in Cuba is the most amazing feeling.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Fiction
The Man on the sidewalk: chapter 4
That morning Brian got up, Toad's sleepy face by his side as the two got ready for the day. The only one who knew what was happening around them. Brian found himself unable to stop staring, from the moment they got up, to when they got on the bus. Luke tapped Brian on the shoulder, a cheery smile on the boy's face.
By Qwill R. Brennan4 years ago in Fiction
A Story About A Forest. Top Story - September 2021.
Once upon a time there was a gorgeous, lush forest that teemed with life and vibrance. The forest was protected by highly official documents, laws and legislation, unharm-able, loved and nurtured by all who lived by it. Baby squirrels played and chased each other up and down majestic trunks from dawn to dusk. Nestled in great roots were settlements of mushroom villages and fat bugs of all shapes, sizes and colours wove in between the little umbrellas. Food was abundant, air was clean and sweet and seldom was there a crash that told of a fallen giant. When there was, new saplings rose up tall, growing strong upon the wisdom of the old bark beneath their roots.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Fiction
The Plague that Raided Bragånöss
Bitter with a bite as the weeping winter crept in. Snow shielded the mountains in a blanket of ice and the river ran a darker blue than I have ever seen it. There was a murmuring from the audience as the people of Braganoss waited eagerly for the castration. Alva prepared her knife ready for her moment. She was a woman who laid with the wolves and her hair reflected her feral nature. Everyone fixed their heated gaze as the traitor was shoved and tethered to the wooden stake. His face was badly beaten, and his tribal tattoos had been slashed with dishonour. He was known for preying on young girls, some of which who hadn’t had their first bleed. The predator glared at me and I couldn’t help but hold Freya’s hand tightly. She was eleven and a beautiful target. To my left Salazar crawled out from his hibernation, with his hay-bed hair, dark circles painted around his eyes dragged down to a point on his cheeks. His face was the bow and his eyes were the arrows. Slender body, with a jawline sharp as an axe. His neck was always crooked to an angle. Behind him was Rhydian, aged fifteen he was almost a man with fair blonde hair and hazel brown eyes like mine, there was no denying his was my blood, but his innocent look was a great deception for he had spent the morning practicing his aim with his bow. My husband, the Earl of Bragånöss, was sat on my right side. He nodded in consent to Alva, giving her the signal to begin her performance. She walked to the black and blue face of the predator, whispered so quietly in his ear that I couldn’t make out what had been said. Alva stared at the man directly in the eyes as she went below his hip - pulled down his rags and exposed him to the crowd. Silence had enchanted Bragånöss, with everyone shuffling forward to see the action. Everyone except Freya who covered her eyes and placed her head into my bosom. In a swift straight cut, she removed his genitals and held his jewels high above her head, before throwing them to the stray dogs. Blood spattered across her face as she continued to look at the pain that riddled him. She then licked the fluid off her blade, disgusted at its sourness. My husband smiled and clapped his hands together at the entertainment, as did the rest of the villagers. On top the cheering the man bled and chocked in agony, Alva had stripped him of his masculinity.
By Rosie J. Sargent4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Invite Her In
It was around one am when Samuel returned home to his quiet, and much too empty studio sized apartment. His shift at the bar had run late, and all he could think about was sprinting home in time to catch a few rerun episodes of his favorite show on his beatdown, box TV. It didn’t take much to satisfy Samuel’s after work routine, he was an easy man to understand, with simple needs. At least, this is what he liked to think.
By Kayla Jefferson4 years ago in Fiction
The Soulmate
No matter what I've done to try and forget all about him, I can't seem to get that night out of my mind. Of course I can't. I cared about him. He was my best friend. He was the only person I was able to tell everything to.. he just had that kind of vibe about him.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Skin Deep
Despite appearing on the cover of just about every glamour magazine in the world by the age of fifteen, Vienna Ritz was not happy with her looks. Her breasts weren’t big enough. Her Bum was too big. Her legs were short, her thighs were fat, she needed a tummy tuck. Her lips were thin, her cheeks were flat, and her nose was too square. The list seemed never ending. She was heiress to a family fortune, so was not without the means to do something about her looks. However, much to her chagrin, until she was eighteen, she could not access her fortune apart from an allowance. That was barely enough to keep her in Gucci and skiing holidays for the year. Nor could she legally undergo enhancement surgery (not cosmetic surgery, that was just sooo tacky^*without her parent’s permission. At least not in this country. She knew because she had researched this.
By Phil Tennant4 years ago in Fiction
