Horror
The Owl
Running through the doorway as excited as the dog, he barks at me, “I found an owl!” Now, I thought to myself, maybe he just means the owl we saw drinking water off the patio the other day, maybe it had come back. I look out the window to see if our striped friend is sitting out front, but alas, I see nothing. The ink black night offers nothing visual. He stamps his foot like a little kid, and demands I get ready to brave the fridgid cold with him and the dog.
By Yess Bryce4 years ago in Fiction
The Amorphous
The Amorphous It stared at me, its gnarly grimy arms sprawling outwards, spiralling towards me, beckoning, dangerous, it slithered up the wall like black snakes, strangling all life out of a corpse-like body, coming closer, coming closer, its rancid smell filling the air like a choking hand, suffocating me. I couldn’t breathe. Keep breathing, I demanded of myself, don’t let it in! Panic-stricken I screamed, a hysterical, ear-piercing scream, the echoes reverberating off the surfaces like an assemblage of banshees, then receding into the darkness, weaker, broken, petering out and coming to rest. I shrieked again, so hard my throat burned like tiny stinging nettles on an already lacerated wound. I coughed, gagging from dryness, there’s nothing, nobody is here! Nobody is coming to help me.
By Brenda Anne Kellaway4 years ago in Fiction
Till Death Does Us Part
The world felt darker than it was a week ago. Your side of the bed was still unmade from the last morning you got out of it. It's been a week and I still can't find myself to get back into those warm, soft covers you loved so. I still remember the last time you laid in it; you pulled my body in closer to yours, begging for me to just stay in and spend the rest of the day cuddling you.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Shadows in the Dark
Daniel pulled the blankets up to his head and closed his eyes. His mother had already come in twice at his beckoning. She checked the closet and under the bed, but she didn’t find anything. Both times she told him there was nothing to be scared of and to go to sleep. But even now as he laid in bed, his blanket pulled tight over his head and his eyes closed tightly, the closet door creaked as it opened and the floor boards groaned as weight was put on them.
By Todd Henson4 years ago in Fiction
To Trust a Monster
I cannot feel the cold or heat, but snow is my favorite thing. It makes the world quiet and calm. Many of our predators are sleeping. People take shelter, and animals rest. I step outside barefoot and walk through the trees. I love the light crunch of snow beneath my steps. I dash to a clearing and begin to sway and dance. I turn on one leg with my arms as momentum.
By Jessica Mathews4 years ago in Fiction
Roots
Most families like ours burrow into the ground and stay there forever. Sometimes the older ones will reach up into the sunlight but only if the ground allows it. Our family, on the other hand, is made to live both on the surface and underground. We can also move of our own fruition by the light of the moon.
By Abby Draper4 years ago in Fiction
TCoE: Adara's Curse
Chapter One Love’s Rupture “Sometimes things that hurt you most teach you the best lessons of life!” - Unknown Inside the colossal sunlit corridors, two elegant folks stood akimbo before a stained glass window. The art on the pane resembled an angel reaching for handsome and arrogant mortal men; her eyes tear-filled as she desperately cried for them. The one person flanking the skylight, a scrawny man, pointed to it with an outraged glower. His bald head shined under the bright sun while his narrowed gray glare remained dark and grim. He wore a light blue toga and lightweight brown sandals.
By Mel E. Furnish4 years ago in Fiction
The Driver
I was sitting in a booth in the old Sanria Savings and Loan building when an angel walked in. My booth was in the corner, the only one in the place with a circular table, but I liked that I could keep my back to the wall and my eyes on the door. The venerable bank had a ceiling 24 feet high, with all of it's original molding still intact after over a century of mortgages, money orders and old ladies trading in their nickels and dimes. Now it was an abomination - transformed into one of these fucking trendy coffee houses with fifteen dollar salads choking with avocado. I only came here for the cheesecake and the chess.
By Michael Cabajar 4 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning of Wolf Mine
Alice kneeled on the frozen pond, skin burning with cold. She wanted to move, but couldn’t. A face rose from the water beneath the ice, and pressed against it, eyes wide. The face was hers with slight variations. Its lips moved but Alice heard nothing. Neither could she hear herself scream as she began to pound her fists against the ice.
By Sam Eggertson4 years ago in Fiction
