Horror

Softly as I Leave You
It’s 2003, Micheal Buble’s sweet voice plays over the speakers of Franklin Hosse’s 1979 Cadillac Coupe Deville. He just replaced the stereo a week ago, from a simple cassette player to a bluetooth setup that lets him connect his own music. His best friend, Nathan Crough sits in the passenger seat, talking on the phone with his soon to be wife, arguing about which parts of the wedding will need the most attention budget-wise.
By Adriana Katriel Brown4 years ago in Fiction
A New Friend
Jimmy lived for vacations. Luckily for him, his family managed to take them often. Around four or five times a year they would travel to different little getaways all over the country. His family had money. They weren’t totally loaded but had enough to really live a comfortable life. Though, even with the wealth, friends did not come easily for Jimmy. This really ate away at his mother. She didn’t understand how he couldn’t make friends. She had once said to him, “Kids should be fighting to be your friend. Have they not seen the house you live in? Show them your house.”
By Justin Ratliff4 years ago in Fiction
Bushi
Thunder roared, lightning flashed in the distance. The splashing of water could be heard throughout the woods. The pounding of her heart beat could be heard in her ears. Heavy breathing and panting as she veered closer to what looked like a house in the distance. The pace of her running increased as she grew closer to the object she saw what was the front gate left wide open.
By Marsha Maestas4 years ago in Fiction
Baby Shark!
Swimming along, I mind my business as I follow my siblings and mother, searching for food. We always have to move, or else we would be unable to breathe.
By Amethyst Champagne4 years ago in Fiction
The House on Maple Street
My boyfriend and I just found our perfect starter home. It was a one bedroom duplex and the rent was just lower than what we were looking for to test drive our future together. It did need some updates but the space was perfect. Other than having my home office in the kitchen, we could not have asked for more.
By Vicky DiMichele4 years ago in Fiction
The Late Night Guest
Cornelius snapped awake. A noise coming from the kitchen woke him. He sat on the side of the bed listening for any sound. The house was deathly quiet, but Cornelius was certain that he had heard something.
By Fred D Donaldson4 years ago in Fiction
God’s plan
- This story takes place two years after World War III “I have been carrying the body of my friend for days.” Joshua had wrapped his friend’s body in cloth and tied a rope around his feet, and had been dragging the body for days trying to return him to his hometown. He owed his friend a proper burial. Joshua’s legs were going numb. He hadn’t stopped moving for miles. He didn’t even feel the sweat running down his legs anymore. His white socks were stained brown with mud and dirt that he trudged through. Every couple of miles, Joshua would say, “I’ve been carrying the body of my friend for days,” and kept going. He had two hands on the rope which was over his shoulder. The rope was behind him connected to his friend’s body. He thought about looping it around his waist in place of a belt. But the belt loops on his pants were broken. His clothes were ripped, and his pants were torn. His stomach was so thin his ribs started to show, all of his strength was gone, and he barely had muscle to drag his friend. It was a miracle he had the strength to keep going. His body was small and dry from lack of food and water.
By K.I.M.4 years ago in Fiction
A Name Out of the Darkness
Everything was dark. Without a speck of light, he couldn’t even see his hands. His head hurt. Where was he? The thoughts in his mind lapsed, and he wanted to pass out.
By Tara Crowley4 years ago in Fiction
Young Bull
That girl is a real crowd pleaser- Small world, all her friends know me- Young bull livin' like an old geezer- Release the cash, watch it fall slowly-
By Adrianne Kirksey4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Magic
Nicolas's Grandfather passed away. The last thing he gave him was a nice house. An old Grimoire in the attic caught his eye. It contains several spells, rituals, and conjurations. Blowing off the dust. He then begins to read the ancient text.
By Kasey Edwards4 years ago in Fiction
What You Will
Thea had so much good to say about her experience that I could barely get a word in at dinner. Even though she spoke at length about the positive impact of her experience, swearing she was a changed woman now, with a stronger sense of self, capable of facing her fears - no, excited to face her fears - and absolutely brimming with a determination and focus she had so far lacked in life, I left the restaurant a little fuzzy on what to expect detail-wise. I sent her a message: I’m looking into an appointment but the website is so vague! What should I expect? Should I bring Dan?
By Meghan Ritchie4 years ago in Fiction
Hurtgen Forest
They soaked my floor in blood, they turned my limbs into weapons. I am known best for hosting the deadliest battle of a country I do not even know. I have sheltered and cared for those who have called my body home. I have had many names through the ages as my charges have slept under my canopy. Hurtgen Forest is the name I carry now.
By Odyssey 4 years ago in Fiction