Horror
Confession of a Monster
That night, I was standing beneath the locust tree, looking up at the thick clouds covering the full moon. I’d waited for the moon to show up and shine down at me. The clouds swam right in a moment, slowly, slowly, disclosing the brightness of the moon. I drew in the cool night air around me, deeply. I smelled the fragrance of the decaying leaves, the rotting bodies of animals, of humans, in this so much a remote place. The moonlight bathed my body. I felt the pleasure of exaltation. The strength and power I’d been waiting for a month encroached on me. I gritted like I was going to crunch my teeth. I stiffened my cheeks and jaws, closed firmly, my hands releasing the muscles of my arms, hardened my abdomen and thighs, and braced my knees tensely. I welcomed the full moon of the month and I welcomed the entrance of the spirit of darkness into my soul.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Incident after Three
Mitch was done taking in calls at two-thirty in the morning. She had been waiting for Bogs outside the call center building. Almost thirty minutes had gone past already. She was not supposed to go home alone at three. It was risky. But Bogs was insistent.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
In the Dark
As Ellie tried to shield herself from her mother's abuse, she noticed that she had not shut the door. For a moment, she wondered if maybe she could get away from her mother's grasp long enough to make it through the open door. She dismissed this idea, the blows from the object in her mother's hand seemingly getting more and more brutal.
By SempiternalSoul4 years ago in Fiction
The Stairs in the Woods
Avoiding stairs had become so natural that when Jason’s girlfriend moved into the third floor of a ten story building, he only used the elevator. He didn’t even know where the stairwell was until one day him and his girlfriend came inside to find the elevator out of order.
By Kelsey Reich4 years ago in Fiction
The Stairs in the Woods
Jason didn’t really know why Dad was so mad about his younger sister, Karen, insisting on wearing a boys bathing suit. Instead of listening to Mom and Dad fight about it as they built the tent, Jason led Karen down a trail into the woods. They had been coming to Algonquin Park every summer, even before Jason was born his mother had told him. More than ten years.
By Kelsey Reich4 years ago in Fiction
Sharkade
Lights flickered in and out of life at the old Branwich Pier. An often-overlooked seaside destination, Branwich prided itself for unusually flat terrain and ocean views that reached out to infinity. Its beach wasn’t exactly award-winning and the water wasn’t that magical transparent blue some beaches impossibly had, but those who lived there and those who dared to go there knew there was no other place on the coast like it.
By CJ Francis4 years ago in Fiction
Trophies
Joshua never liked mail as a kid. It often disrupted his household, the mail slipping through the slot in the middle of the day would rile the dogs up. Sending them into a barking flurry of fur and claws scrambling towards the door. As he got older, it turned to his younger siblings trying to get to the door before he did, ripping at the papers like they were some presents that needed to be opened.
By Meghan Fosenburg4 years ago in Fiction
The Buzzing...
I feel the ticking inside my head, but I try to tap my skull to make the sound cease. I can’t let people know I’m different, especially not in the middle of the very busy waiting room. I have to be calm… even if my skin feels like it is trying to peel right off of me. The buzzing is back… shit. I thought we got rid of that one.
By Mycheille Norvell4 years ago in Fiction
