Horror
Woody Johnson's meat
“Damn bleeding hearts!” Woody was furious. Well, furious was probably an understatement. He had almost been killed, or at least very nearly been maimed, and for a man that couldn't even handle the inconvenience of buying his own coffee, the thought that he could have been subjected to a life of disfigurement, death, or the worse outcome: an early retirement, filled him with the kind of rage that he could feel all the way under his fingernails.
By Yusuf Adama4 years ago in Fiction
crimson
When Marcy Jae went missing, no one considered it an emergency. Johannes was too young to run in the same circles as her but had heard the gossip, as everyone did. Her lipstick as bright and deep as her red hair, floral dresses that caught the edge of obscene. Everywhere she went she’d insist on wearing inconvenient heels that matched whatever dress she had on, eyes roving about. Like she was always searching for something, wearing her desperation as transparently as some of her blouses.
By Arwyn Sherman4 years ago in Fiction
Matador Run
“Is it true? You’re really gonna try to do matador run tonight?” * Luke leaned back casually in a green and blue striped lawn chair. It was one of several mismatched pieces of furniture organized around a roaring bonfire, an excessive blaze that was a bit much for the mild sixty degree cool of the last night in October. In the assortment of chairs and roaming about the surrounding area lit by the fire’s flickering light, roamed a host of ghouls and ghosts, doctors and nurses, assorted TV and movie characters galore. Luke took a sip from a cup that contained nine parts kool-aid, one part whatever mix of alcohol had made its way in, and tipped back his wide brimmed hat. He himself had arrived as a cowboy, his fine attire made of a red button up shirt, faded blue jeans, cowboy boots and hat. In truth the outfit was a mishmash of whatever he had found around the house, hence the plastic light-up laser gun he had borrowed from his younger brother. To any curious enough to mention the inconsistency, he would just joke he was a space cowboy. Glancing up he saw that the question was levied by a girl with a red wig slightly askew in a small green dress and fairy wings. *
By Travis Pittman4 years ago in Fiction
The Ghosts Of Regret
Fire crackling, echoing into the night, a deep voice cuts through the force of the flames. “For generations, we have tended this farm, this apple orchard has produced for our family; fed us, clothed us, paid us, given its life blood to support this family, and you, you don’t even want to continue its legacy?! YOUR LEGACY! You want to go off and be an actor. What kind of uncertain life is that to lead?! The legacy of this farm runs through your veins, the spirits of the ancestors flow through these lands! The bodies of those before you, have helped grow these trees that give us the life we have! I can’t look at you right now, go prepare the water from the spring, and take your time!”
By Jason Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Surface
My life. A sequence of accidents leading to now, all starting with my birth. My birth was a mistake of epic proportions. A slip up of medications and chance leading to a teen pregnancy. The sperm doner left the day he found out and my mother died in child birth.
By Rayn Heart4 years ago in Fiction
Wild Thang
In all of her life, she’d never found joy the way she did when the wind was flying over her scalp and all eyes were on her. She grew up on a farm and had been to plenty of these kinds of events throughout her life. She’d become a master at holding on and even perfected a method to control her body weight and adjust to the random jerks and shakes. Her daddy dubbed her, Wild Thang after she broke the record twice by the time she was fifteen.
By Jasmine Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Bulls in the Library
With any luck, no one would notice there had a robbery for a while. Max and Andrew had tried their best, and were finally able to get away from the party. Max thought Lord Duckworth’s manor was stunning, and would have liked to get lost in the corridors that wound around the central courtyard. Andrew was a bit less impressed by nature, he was set on the job at hand.
By Michael Arnold4 years ago in Fiction
A Bull-Y Never Wins.....But They Do Get What They Wish For In The End.
Elena enjoyed being a bully, after all, Mommy allowed her to do pretty much whatever she wanted and she was the golden child, her precious little darling. This included tormenting her little sister, Dee, whom she pretty much hated since birth....how dare her mother bring this little brat home and allow her to mess up the family dynamic. All of a sudden, Elena was n0 longer the center of attention, everyone was fawning over the new baby, cooing and saying how beautiful she was, she was just perfect. Now, she had been usurped, pushed into the background and no longer was important, and was told she had to protect her baby sister, and worse, share her everything with her, including her toys and baby items that once belonged to her! She could barely keep her rage to herself when she saw her baby sister in HER baby clothes, hats, booties, and the like, sleeping and using her former baby blankets and playing with HER baby toys! If she complained about it, she was told, "You're a big girl now, you have outgrown them, you no longer need them but your baby sister does so they are now hers. You have your own big girl toys that are new, she will get your hand-me-downs, so you should be thankful you get new stuff and she gets used things from you". That did not matter to Elena, they originally belonged to HER, and what was hers always stayed HERS!
By Denise Dardarian4 years ago in Fiction
What Changed Her Life?
Everyone in Kaliganj was getting ready for their morning chores as the sun's rays filtered through the tall trees that bordered the city. Even though it was just another day for everyone else, Kusum lay awake, staring at the tiled roof that was sure to give way to the rains that were due this year. She was not at all concerned about the roof. She had to worry about her future, which was very important to her. She had celebrated her 15th birthday exactly 262 days ago. Yesterday, she had stared at her reflection in the only mirror in the house because she was curious about her body.
By Brandsandu4 years ago in Fiction
