Horror

Forest
Uttrakhand, the land of the gods, is where I was born. Even though I was born and raised in Uttar Pradesh, I have been a frequent visitor there for many years now.
By Brandsandu4 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare
On Sunday, February 2, 2019, As of this morning, we have relocated to a new home. Even though everything is a mess and the sofa is covered in dust, Rachel enjoys the situation. Rachel was thrilled with our new home, and I am as well.
By Brandsandu4 years ago in Fiction
Pandemonium is Rising
The fulsome moon shone through the morose patchwork of clouds over the town of Summertown and into the windows of the Pratt house. Shadows shifted shape alive on the walls of his bedroom as Sol tried to sleep.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
Florida
It only took a few seconds before it was over. Sitting beside a stream in the backwoods of the panhandle, you could see that something was happening off in the distance. The wind started to pick up speed as it squeezed between the trees.
By Sonny Estrada4 years ago in Fiction
Golden Bonds
It was getting late; everyone was starting to settle down in a circle around the campfire. I passed around the marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers in preparation for the smores. My boyfriend Mitch turned off the music and was ready to initiate our usual tradition of sleepless nights, which was the telling of scary stories around the fire.
By MK Colbert4 years ago in Fiction
The Cottage
The two-lane highway dimmed as shadows crept in from the forest, flanking it on both sides. Nora turned on the car’s lights, the twin beams cutting through the growing darkness. I knew I should have left earlier, she scolded herself, checking her phone GPS one more time to make sure she wouldn’t miss the turn. She scanned the road ahead for any animals that might think it was safe to cross and saw nothing. That would have been a relief, had ‘nothing’ not been her only sight for the past hour and a half. She had never driven on this stretch of highway before, but it struck her as odd that no one else was driving; it was only just after 8:00pm. Get a grip Nora; you’ve been watching way too many horror movies lately. To ease her senseless paranoia, she tuned into a station that played classic rock and turned the volume up. She smiled; much better than the news station, especially with the anchors going on about the atrocious endeavours of criminals, both convicted and free.
By Jessica Gordon4 years ago in Fiction
A Rose Under the Bull
The streets are bustling with people dressed smartly in navy, khaki, and black suits, with touches of patterned neckties, red lipstick, and sparkling jewelry or wristwatches. There are those who adorn Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags and some trying to make a name for themselves in creative mixtures of vintage clothing and modern hairstyles. The smell of sweet roasted almonds and sizzling gyros are as consistent as the sounds of honking yellow taxis, yet the streets never had the stale sameness that came from the slower living I found in the suburbs of my southern hometown.
By Antoniette Vickio4 years ago in Fiction
Baby's New Friend
They arrived as the sun was descending past the horizon, the last few moments of sunlight left stretching their shadows out into infinity. Baby grinned at her friend Laura, riding next to her atop the cart filled with deliveries and other mail. It was the first year that presented the greatest difficulties, though and now some sense of normality had returned to the world. That was what the older people kept telling her, anyway, though Barbra felt that nothing was normal about the time before she was born.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Fiction
Elemental escape
She closed the book and started to cry. Why wouldn't her life be like the girl's in the book; happy and easy? Her tears began running down her face, but she didn't bother to wipe them away. She just wished things would get easier for once. But no matter how hard she tried, she was still stuck with the same horrible feeling of being in the wrong place. She could feel it all over her body as if it were a real physical thing. A chill ran through her, and she shivered involuntarily. The air felt so frigid against her skin as if her heart wasn't beating right inside of her chest and instead seemed to be slowly freezing up. She hated this feeling. She didn't want it at all.
By Anastasia S4 years ago in Fiction
The Traffic Terrestrial
Gallons of rain tore through the atmospheric precipitation as thunder cracked through the sky, lighting up every drop with a spark of electricity. Far down below the rain bombarded the rooftops and roads of a seaside city. On the streets cars accelerated, swishing their moist rubber tyres through overflowing watery roads. Drain lids wobbled by the curbs from the flood filled pressures of the water that came from below & above. Windscreen wipers on car windows turned the downwards pouring rain into sideways smears. Fog lights were turned up to full beam while horns were honked purely to just let other cars know where they were in the blindness of the rain.
By Rory 4 years ago in Fiction
Death Island
You awaken with a pointy pain in your head. You shop around and see that you simply are within the middle of a forest. you've got no memory of how you bought it here or anywhere. You shop around and see a backpack with a flashlight inside. You open and find your bears. 6:40 PM: the sole answer of the island is to somehow attract the boat owner. If you somehow start a flashlight or a fireplace, the smoke will rise and it'll definitely be visible. You head south and see a little tribal village within the distance. You rehearse the woods and are available to a little boat of some kind. He begins paddling in no time to succeed in the village. You arrive within the valley and are greeted by a variety of aliens. They're shorter than you, but they appear to possess more muscle than you are doing. They need green skin and no hair. They appeared to be equivalent creatures that were dancing and singing a couple of minutes ago. You are tired and breathing heavily. The creatures seem unconscious and still dance and sing. You see a little hut within the distance and go that way. You enter and find an unknown creature inside. About half your height and really thin, it's like you're wearing a military weapon. The sword hangs on its side. He looked up and smile.
By Ramesh KC4 years ago in Fiction
A Day in Life
Another Day The sun peeks over the tree line. Its early morning. The pink and golden rays intertwine and put a shimmer on the dewy grass. It reflects off the remaining windows of a blue and white house. My house. My old house.
By Kelsey Lovejoy4 years ago in Fiction