Horror
The Monster's Deathbed
How can so much evil hide inside such an ordinary person? When I went to Nate Webber’s deathbed, my first thought was that he looked like just another harmless grandfather. I trembled as I entered the ward, and my mouth was dry when I brushed aside the curtain to find him in his bed.
By Charlie C. 4 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Story Sans Ghost
I wanted that house to be haunted more than I had ever wanted anything. All things considered, it looked hauntable. Old wood with buckling knees, a scraggly yet determined lawn, windows that wept their curtains and a general air of a place that had been empty for far longer than the month my mother had been dead.
By Addison J Fulton4 years ago in Fiction
Car-hanging girl doll
The Mumbai-Pune Expressway is a highway that connects Mumbai and Pune. It is said to be a good road for speeding. I had recently purchased a new car, a 1500 cc Verna 4S Fluidic. I was eagerly anticipating the chance to inspect the drive pick-up.
By Brandsandu4 years ago in Fiction
Golden Summer
Shimmers of steam rose from the pavement, making the road look magical. Emma folded back the flap of the tent and stepped out. She stood and looked around. The early morning rain had changed the countryside. The rain had washed the dust and griminess away. The world was clean and new again. Sweet petrichor still filled the air, but as more of the rain evaporated, the thick, cloying heat of the day to come started to appear. The rain did, however, bring the promise of the coming Fall.
By Mayra Martinez4 years ago in Fiction
Whatever 'Witch' Way We Go
I woke up in the middle of the night to a tapping sound at my bedroom window. What could that be? I opened my eyes to my darkened room, where only a slight illumination from a streetlight outside my window could be seen, painted across my ceiling, casting a shadow from a low hanging tree branch. In my mind, I imagined the shadow of a bird landing upon the branch, and a large black raven moving across the room. I could hear my school teacher’s voice in my head, reading some creepy Edgar Allen Poe story. Then I heard that tapping sound again…
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”4 years ago in Fiction
The Quiet One
Jane was a soft-spoken girl of few words. Her closest friend, John, had always liked that about her. John would take up entire rooms with his personality and Jane shrank to give him that space, often already having retreated into her imagination.
By Chels Raegen Knapp4 years ago in Fiction
Long Thaw
"I can't do this anymore...", the girl whimpered out as she drew a sharp breath. wincing in pain she collapsed in the alleyway. She laid there flat on her back in the dark wet snicket, a sharp pain spread from her right side. Blood started to pool from the pain. putting her bruised hand over the wound as the warm liquid speed through her fingers. Slowly getting up, her face grimicing at the discomfort. Limping over to the nearest brick wall her nose began to bleed. "Ugh, damn this.", she groaned out of her busted lips. Sliding down, leaving a crimson smear as she went down. A strong urge to puke overwhelmed her as she released her leftovers all over the ground and herself.
By The Bobcat Witch4 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
It was a rainy and cold night. I was driving home carefully; I wasn’t expecting this tragedy to happen to me. As I go through the green light a truck hits me from the side. My whole car flipped over 5 times before I finally cracked my neck and died. As I’m dead in my car, I’m looking outside of my body. I see my dead body right in front of me. I’m not sure what to do at this point, so I ran towards the truck that hit me. The truck driver gets out of the truck and runs towards my body in so much fear. I see him cry; the remorse in his eyes made me feel bad for him and I was the one who was dead. He calls the police saying “A man’s car just fell in a ditch please come and help fast!” He paces back and forth deciding what he should do. “Should I stay here and wait for the police to come or should I leave?” He thinks to himself. I realize at this moment that I can read a person's mind. I know everything he is thinking; he says to himself “I might as well just stay. If I run they’ll catch me eventually. They’ll even think it was on purpose.”
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Fiction






