Horror

Beacon
The lighthouse beacon swept over the bay, its regular rhythm a comfort to the town that huddled near its strong foundations, on the cliff. When the winds came bowling in from the northeast, the little bay at the base was the least safe place to be. Even boats were dragged so far back they were anchored in little caves carved very, very carefully into the base of the cliff. On the far side, away from the village. Just in case.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
Prince Of Beasts
Andre’s eyes were swollen from the cold of the harsh winter storm, but as painful as it was to watch he could not tear his eyes away. Two enormous beasts roaring out in pain before him as they tore into each other’s fur-covered flesh. Andre tried to pick his tiny body off the ground, but his left leg was stuck within a thorn bush. After slipping over a icy puddle formed near the bent gates of the royal gardens.
By A.M 4 years ago in Fiction
The Arrival
Summer time had arrived, no more rain, no more school. Today was a beautiful day without a cloud in sight and a nice crisp breeze to start the summer off right. At the end of this perfectly idealistic culdesac sat the Russo family. Ed Russo, the man of the house andthe local sheriff. He had the respect of the small town of Germantown, Maryland and was well liked by all. He stood tall over most other folk while carrying with him a cowboy hat which certainly made him stand out. His height and physical prowess was intimidating to outsiders but he was as kind as can be. His wife, Tracey was a school teacher and like her husband, very well liked within the community. While Ed was a bit imposing, Tracey was inviting and beautiful with long blonde hair and blue eyes. The two had a young daughter who was ever so curious about the world, it’s people and quite adventurous. Her name was Olive.
By Nick Cavuoti4 years ago in Fiction
Of Crimson Flames and Molten Cinders
It had been three days since the last man had drunkenly stumbled overboard claiming to see a beautiful woman. And like all the others, he’d never been seen again, swallowed by the waves. Reports such as these had become commonplace in recent years. Not only on the captain’s main ship but across his entire fleet. He was one of the few pirate captains to successfully rule over more than one ship. He had four, three plus the one he called home. It had been commissioned and gifted to him by a foreign prince as enticement not to attack his ships. And it just so happened that the captain had been feeling generous that night. In exchange for the safe passage of the prince’s ships, the captain had gained a vessel and a new loyal crew of his own. While he did not trust his new men, he knew that they would do whatever their prince ordered them to do, even if that order was to remain loyal to a master they did not know.
By Breanne4 years ago in Fiction
Snake Eyes
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By Jamey O'Donnell4 years ago in Fiction
Disarm
He descended the steps to the basement timidly, each footfall an echo of winter on cold concrete. As he reached for the doorknob, the distinct smell of wet dog hit him and he paused; scrunched his nose, thought twice about going in. He was allergic to dogs. He might sneeze.
By Christa Leigh4 years ago in Fiction
Klavn's Gate
Why did Zak let his friends talk him into going? Klavn’s Gate didn’t interest him. His friends took all the good roles and left him with no powers at all or as a non-playable character serving or supporting one of their characters. Just once he would like to be an elf, or cleric, that would be an upgrade. Mike was always the warrior priest, Sean was always a wizard.
By Michele Jones4 years ago in Fiction
I saw myself on ThisPersonDoesNotExist.com
I didn't think much of it. I am very average looking, after all. And the website professes to be an AI that takes average facial features and mixes them together to create a new person. Besides, this website doesn't know every person in the world. It's not unreasonable to assume some of these people who "do not exist" actually do.
By Jennifer Childers4 years ago in Fiction
LOST
California, June 28, 2013. At first glance, the Bakersfield Californian’s headline failed to grab John’s attention. He was too busy stirring the sugar stuck to the bottom of his coffee cup. Then he sat up--so suddenly the coffee splashed over the words, “California Approves Gay Marriage!” He grabbed his cell and punched in the message: “did you see the headline? gay marriage oked. can’t believe it! we’ve got to celebrate tonight!”
By James Dale Merrick4 years ago in Fiction
The Light On the Horizon
It was dark, and the only light to be seen was in the distance, outlining the horizon. There was nothing else but the ground beneath his feet, and the motion of his legs as he instinctively put one foot in front of the other. There was no wind, no smell or sound of any kind, and this bothered him. His nose searched for anything familiar, his ears strained for any kind of noise; it was then he realized that, even though he could feel the ground striking the soles of his shoes, he couldn’t hear his footsteps.
By Michael D. Maine4 years ago in Fiction
Breathe
“Hold your breath,” she says from the backseat. I glance up, into the rearview mirror, and my blue eyes find her grays. When I don’t respond, she gestures to something outside her window.
By Claudia Neaves4 years ago in Fiction
Little Green Alien Lights
My parents tucked me in, turned off the light and close the door so there is only the smallest crack of dim light peaking in. The darkness starts to surround me and again I am filled with a fear that stiffens my body. I know that if I ask to sleep with them again, they will assure me that everything is just fine and I am a big girl now and I need to stop doing this I’m eleven years old for Christ sake. I try to close my eyes but I feel safer with them open. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I begin to see the outline of everything in my room. My bed is in the corner and right next to me is a window facing our front yard. I can’t help but be consumed with dread wondering if it will be outside my window again. I debate for the next forty minutes whether or not I want to look out. I can’t bring myself to do it.
By Anilynn Cadell4 years ago in Fiction