Horror
Frozen Terrors
A boy turns on his side, barely aware of his waking existence until his turning pulls the warm shielding of his blanket from his face. A biting chill jars him awake as cold air creeps across his face and works itself into the top of his clothes. After quickly returning the blanket to its protective place, he tries to work through the fogginess crowding his thoughts. He remembers a party around a fire near a cabin. He remembers the trek deep into the woods, despite the condemnations of departing winter. He remembers the alcohol and a girl and stumbling into a side room with an air mattress. He remembers fumbling and trying to kiss the girl, and the sounds of her sleep before its shade enveloped him too. The boy vaguely remembers rustling and feeling as if on waves chased by distant laughter.
By Brian Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Pond
The world had become a place of ice and snow. In the whiteness, we were moles. Blind, desperate, and merely trying to survive. I was a youngling at the time, following in the footsteps of my family’s forefathers. There was a strange hope, a longing for normalcy, but I had never been normal. I could care less. It was always the same conversation, the same confused answers and the same distance as if I was not there.
By Carissa Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Tower Amid Nothing
Ice and snow crunched underfoot as the hounds charged forward. She hated pushing them so hard, but she had never been this late before. Time was not on her side. The sun was setting. The wind whipped relentlessly, and the falling snow felt like blades against her slightly exposed face. Her sled dogs made a mad dash up the final hill before it came into view. The giant glass tower reached terrifyingly into the sky.
By Alex Seccia4 years ago in Fiction
Jasmine in Winter
Jasmine in Winter by G. L. Payne He’d gone out onto the ice looking for the strange anomaly. Every year, he’d lived at Dallas House, it had appeared, a wispy cloud hanging over the water of the pond that stood on the property behind the main building. Every year on the same day, November 14th, it was there from dusk until dawn, amorphous, faintly glowing, just . . . floating there above the water.
By Gary Payne4 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare Canvas: Blue
Her eyes stung with every step as she braced herself against the mountain's biting winds. As she walked, her feet sunk deeper and deeper into the snow until she was waist deep and could no longer move her legs normally. Her teeth chattered and she hugged herself tightly as she stared out at the smoke in the distance.
By Cassidy Moon4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Scream
Frozen Scream Written By Chris K Reeve I really do not know how I got here. I can feel the water surround me and its cold, the pain that I feel is like nothing else I have ever felt, and it hurts. It hurts so much my chest feels like it is being crushed by two trucks and I am in the middle but how did I get here? I feel that my body is sinking even lower, there is so much heaviness that I cannot move but there is someone here with me I can hear her but cannot see her my eyes hurt so bad from the cold, but she is there. Even in the water I can feel her screams as I go deeper and deeper, water getting colder, breathing more shallow. Am I going to die this way?
By Chris Reeve4 years ago in Fiction
