Horror
Fear
Paul woke up to his alarm bleary-eyed and feeling unready for the day. But it was Tuesday, his favorite day of the week. He never understood why that was so, yet the realization quickly pushed away his body’s refusal to wake up. Like clockwork, he brewed his coffee in the Keurig and began his methodical morning routine. The toothpaste seemed extra minty on Tuesdays, Paul just couldn't help but smile. He put on his suit, finished his coffee, grabbed a fresh blueberry danish off the counter, and gave Rufus, his cat, a goodbye pet as he walked out of the door of his modest apartment. Humming to himself, he made his way to the parking lot and got into his car, the sky was bright and sunny this morning. The drive to work was uneventful, as usual, and as he found a space in the parking garage, he nearly rammed a black sedan head-on going after the same spot. The woman in the sedan threw her hands up in apology, put her car in reverse, and gave him the spot. Pulling his car into the spot, Paul jammed on his breaks again, certain that the figure of a person dressed in white had been standing there. But the space was empty. Paul shrugged it off, parked his car, and went about his day.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
No Such Thing as a Free Lunch
The aliens appeared at the UN and made the world an offer they could not refuse. The deal was simple. They would provide humans with money for the fat of their bodies or they would destroy our planet. While the aliens were removing human fat, they would cure the donor of disease or infection. The only exception was that they would take no one under the age of twenty. Behind their backs, we called the aliens, Butchers.
By Toni Crowe4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light of Life
Mairead Jade Diane was standing in the field of daisies, watching the sunset through the mist and fog, behind her a rainbow shone in the dark clouds from the earlier rain, that had her drenched. She took her flute into her hand from her pocket, and began to play a favorite tune as she strolled toward the woods. Mairead always wore lavender dresses, and tied daisies into her strawberry golden curls, that brushed her hips, and searching for the perfect flowers was why she had wandered so far on the path to find the meadow on this summer night. She had a long walk home, but enjoyed getting lost in her thoughts.
By Amy Chris Keiper aka LC Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
What Happened to Evan Wheeler: Chocolate Death
Part 1 It smells really nice in here. Evan thought to himself from the bathroom. That's so cute that they think baking me a cake will help them. It would be a shame for anything that mom's making to go to waste. I'll take it with me when I go. Evan sat in the bathroom for another hour. He thought about his parents and sister. He thought hard about if he was okay with going to jail for the rest of his life. The answer was no, and this is why he was going to disappear. He looked around at the bathroom walls, covered in pastel pink paint. Then, Evan looked down at his skin. His arms were blanketed in cuts and burn marks. He thought about the abuse that he endured from this family. He thought about the most recent time that he was forced to miss school. The bruises, cuts, and burns that covered Evan's face and body would have been sure to have him assigned to a new home. He had been forced to go and stay with a different family before. Somehow, he was sent back to his abusive family. He always did everything he could to get away from them. Evan stayed in the bathroom for five more minutes. He soon decided that it was time to get this show on the road. He got up, put a mask on, and took a long look at himself in the mirror. Slowly, Evan walked out into the kitchen. He saw his family sitting around the table talking. They were each tied to their chairs. Evan was determined to have a few minutes where he could be around them without being hit or burned.
By Alexus Sylvester4 years ago in Fiction
The Bully.
Sharp pain in my right ear woke me up. I reached for the ear in question and felt a tag on it like I was an endangered animal and they were keeping a record. My face was in a field of grass and it is dark outside; midnight, if I had to guess a time of day. Now on my feet but feeling woozy and the smell of feces is making me want to vomit. There have to be multiple cuts and bruises on me because I have pains all over my body. I step forward with my left foot and the movement triggers a field light to brighten a section of the field or forest; another field light turns on and then another in succession, 10 lights in total. The lights were arranged in a criss-cross fashion on the field, each light shone on a small barn. I was at the head of a 10-barn farm.
By Justin Shipp4 years ago in Fiction
The Rich Man and The Cauldron
“Power. I have it. 11 super cars that normal men only dream of touching. 14 casinos opening in one year. Five million dollar mansions. Women. Fame. I am as physically fit as any normal body builder. My mindset is greater than any poor fool who works every day for his small percentage of what he is owed. You are weak. I am all knowing. My pronouns are God or King. No longer a man. I am an ascended being because I have that which makes one powerful in this life. Forget what happens when I die. Forget karma or good deeds for I am all. All is I.”
By terryamerican4 years ago in Fiction
Woman in the Mist
I had been abandoned at an orphanage, years ago, that was next to a mystifying bright green light. The green light was bright enough to shine through the wooded trees to us children. This light had appeared to me as it had appeared to several of the other children at one point or another. The caretakers, and babysitters, told stories about the green light. Their stories always warned that the green light lured strangers through their temptations. It was only through their temptations that it could exist. The high amount of disappearances only lent to the story’s validity. The fact that this green light would only appear on occasion, to certain people, made the story’s fiction. The disappearances were just assumed to be lost tourists.
By Meredith Lawless4 years ago in Fiction
Bestowing Evil
This place...this place takes me away. Takes me away from the horrendous sounds of the worthless town I was brought up in. Feeling the icy wind wrap itself around my tired body as it dances around the tall whistling pines. The inky black crows dart in and out of the trees like specters, singing their songs of crepuscular as the small delicate pine siskins with their yellowish-green bodies dance between the yaupon on the forest floor.
By The Bobcat Witch4 years ago in Fiction
Millpond
“There, right there” Milli said “you see it? Don't you?” Both Milli and I are staring at her perfectly intact yellow striped wallpaper in her bedroom. Her room only had a twin sized bed, a dresser, a small window, and a few old movie posters we had taken from my job at the local theater.
By Chyanne Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
The green lights that saved my life
The Green lights that saved my life. I saw this writing prompt about green lights in a writers contest and it immediately reminded me of the night that I almost died in the woods so many years ago. I guess if I am going to share this story I should give you a little more background about how I ended up in such a situation.
By Jason Dilan4 years ago in Fiction
