Horror
Trailer
Dad lived in a dilapidated 1973 trailer his screen door faced the river. That crusty Fleetwood trailer sat in our back yard for years they bought it intending it for family vacations. We had no truck to pull it, no where to go and no money to get us there. So it sat there by the fire pit, rotting. We played in it sometimes but in the summer it was too hot. I remember running down the hall and bouncing with each step. It was like a tube…no stairs.
By Amanda Curtis4 years ago in Fiction
I Forgive You, John
John is one of the biggest Hollywood actors of the eighty’s, starring in almost every big box office movie at the time. He is tall, fit, in his early thirties, and has very desirable facial features. He possesses an incredible ability to memorize scripts and has a tongue so sharp, he could cut paper with it. He had a knack at convincing anyone, including the big movie studios, to do his bidding and get what he wanted, even without the help of his manager. He owned the most luxurious condo in the most expensive part of town, the meanest-looking street-legal car, and had multiple partners. He was living the dream.
By Rafael Romero4 years ago in Fiction
Lost burden
“Shut up, Mark!” Ron muttered under his breath. His little brother was driving him mad. Hell, his little brother had been driving him mad ever since he was born. As he dragged his rusty sled, all Ron wanted to do was go sledding and possibly get his highly mysterious soul mate to spend some time with him. Of course, she her self was not aware of their so called ‘bond’. But it did not mean that what Ron felt for her was not real; it did not reduce its legitimacy even one bit.
By Jane Diokpo4 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
Dear Frieda, I received your gift. Some weeks ago, in fact. I hate to think you’ve been pacing that cramped kitchen of yours all this time, worrying that the postman had misplaced it, or that you’d misremembered my – our – address. But the truth is that ever since I received your gift I haven’t known what to say. How ironic, you must be thinking, reading this letter with your coffee (black) and yoghurt (plain), perched over your noguchi table. How ironic that you, Julian, who have written me daily since our divorce only two months ago, should lay aside your pen the moment I finally reply… But how could I answer such a thoughtful present with a simple Thank you, Frieda; just what the doctor ordered? Even when I had landed upon a response, I needed a suitable gift to give back. So there it is, on the doorstep (I doubt you’ve brought it inside). Just promise me you’ll read this before you open that.
By Josh Allan4 years ago in Fiction
Catori
Julie and Stephen drove down the dirt road off of the 93 towards a shabby old gas station. As they approached the building they saw how dilapidated the place really was, and were surprised to see a car parked in the back and the front door to the building propped open.
By Jennifer E Baker4 years ago in Fiction
The Voice on the Intercom
The buzzing that dragged Mark from sleep was loud and insistent, like an insect flying around far too close to his ear. The noise came in pulses, punctuated by silences that grew fewer and briefer the longer he lay there letting sleep fall away from him.
By Sean Fenlon4 years ago in Fiction
Silent Screams of the Sea
The ping of the sonar ringed rhythmically. “Still working. We got maybe another hour before we meet any anomalous stuff anyway.” Captain Daniels shouted over the radio. I don’t know why he was shouting other than pure habit from sailing in the storms and needing to be heard.
By Unabated Lemon4 years ago in Fiction
The Birth of My Death
I was on a bus , on a warm Saturday. I was with my aunt and my grandma. I was going to dance rehearsals and I was to meet them at noon so we could eat at the mall. Most Saturdays were like this. And I loved it. So, I got off the bus, kissed them goodbye. And that was the last time they seen that version of me . I went to dance class. One of the last moments I felt like I was something special for a very long time . I danced and I loved it as if it loved me too . When rehearsals were over ,I was excited to go eat and spend time with my family. I was a pretty happy girl. I had a great family and I was in love with one of the greatest song writers of all time. I just knew that one day he would write a song about me and he would watch me dance. Only, that girl didn't make it. That girl, with her big heart and her ridiculous confidence stepped out into the real world and it ate her up. With my cd Walkman playing the love of my life's music, I got stopped while getting ready to cross the street. I stopped the music. A man in a black BMW and a grey suit stopped me, talking and waving for me to come nearer. I wasn’t sure though so he pulled over into a parking spot .He was handsome. I was about to turn 16 but I was still very shy when it came to the opposite sex . I remember looking down at the cobblestone pavement I was standing on. He kept talking and I realized he was asking for help. Directions to a grocery store. I was terrible at directions . Still am to this day. I knew where one was but I didn't know how to tell him to get there. There was another man and a woman in the back. They were from out of town the driver explained. He invited me into the car and if I could just show him where to drop his friend off, he'd bring me right back. Please stop screaming “ no” to me, it isn't any use. I was very naïve and I'm screaming “no” inside my head as I am rereading this.
By Layla Nelson4 years ago in Fiction
What Lies Within
The house sat silent in the dusk light, the hot day now having fizzled to a dark orange hew in the night sky and darkening into a deep purple along the horizon. The house was baron and deserted, its windows long since shattered and its roof sagging with decay and rot.
By Sam Averre 4 years ago in Fiction
Propellor
"May we play outside, Father?" Alwyn looked at Robert, his brother, his twin, exactly alike. Same hair, same clothes, same conspiratorial smile. The only difference was, one held the toy aeroplane with its wide wings and red propeller. Which one? They'd never tell.
By C S Hughes4 years ago in Fiction
Unbidden
February 29th, 2021, The black book in possession, in the brown parchment box, was bequeathed to Mary; Last Will and Testament of an estranged great uncle. Days earlier she'd been ignorant about any surviving family members, both parents having died before she had been born. Raised in a rural orphanage, the only real family Mary ever knew was her fiancé, Dimitri. Together, they coasted to a stop up the drive of the isolated, seaside mansion.
By James B. William R. Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
