Horror
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
Trespasser
Governor Derrick Rothchild left his estate at a quarter past eleven o’clock, unaware that he was being watched. His Tesla roadster crept silently down the narrow driveway with its headlights off and passed through the security gate. The vehicle made little to no sound, its electric engine only a whisper in the night.
By Mitchel Dane4 years ago in Fiction
Elixir
When a picture is blurry, is it truly because we could not hold still? There is a darkness that heralds... A darkness that makes us sick. Not of the like a sickness, but of all there is that is sick. A darkness you can hold on to without knowing it's there or how to rid of it's viral power. A magic that keeps one from knowing who or what one can look or are. A moving blackness of it's own palace traveling unto our bodies, that we categorize into names such as cancer. We fight what is it with our alchemy. These strands of black static possess a nostalgia to be, or to let be the usurper. Do we hark to it?
By Alexandria McGinty4 years ago in Fiction
The Film
This is the story. The rain , rain rained sown as they looked for the one they had lost. There was an address but it was a long walk up a dark , dank muddy track , walled on either side with ancient stone green with old mould. They walked together until they came to the building at the end of the path with a single dark weather worn door. The house was two storeys, brick and from what they could see had no windows.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
The Green Light Tammy Wortham had been worried about the cruise ship traveling through the Bermuda Triangle. Her husband assured her such a thing was only an urban legend and didn’t exist. When she told him the Bermuda Triangle was the region made by the three points of Miami, Bermuda, and Puerto Rico, he laughed it off as sailor’s superstition. Tammy figured she was being silly and agreed to go on the cruise. She really needed the vacation after all.
By Tyler Marable4 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding Party
There’s a fine line between solitude and loneliness. This place is one of solitude for me. It’s silent except for the crows who keep watch over it and the sparrows that dart about the honeysuckle hedging. It doesn’t belong here, the honeysuckle. It was originally from somewhere in East Asia, I’m going to guess China. You can hardly go wrong guessing China because it’s the biggest country, unless you count Russia, which I don’t. But I digress, which is of course my luxury to do. There’s no one to hurry me. Now, where was I? Oh, the honeysuckle.
By Cory Wright-Maley4 years ago in Fiction
Red Light, Green Light.
My head is pounding. My heart is racing. My ears are ringing. All that surrounds me is darkness. I spread my hands out in front of me only to be met at my finger tips by a cold hard wall. I lay my palm flat on the on the gritty surface, it brings me some comfort. I decided to drag my hand across the wall and crawl to blindly guide myself. As I crawled along the floor my hand touched a wet spot on the wall, I wiped it on my shirt and kept going. Another wet puddle submerged my hand, it felt so… warm. Slowly I reached my hand across the floor straying away from the wall, and I felt something.
By Zoe Fields 4 years ago in Fiction
