Horror
Recurrence
RECURRENCE Why did it have to be this way? I never asked for much, just the chance to live a peaceful life. Yet, there I was sitting in the hot seat under the spotlight… er… well, interrogation lamp. I had three detectives around me. One of them, a man in a simple white shirt, tie, and suit pants glowered at me from his chair on the other side of the table from where I was sitting. If I remember correctly, that jerk's name was Thomas Masterson; a five-foot-ten-inch tall, two-hundred-thirty-pound slab of hostile meat. I wondered if he'd ever been laid. While Thomas glared, there's this other man steadily walking around the table in the center of that plain room asking questions. Honestly, the questions he asked were just completely redundant.
By Timothy S Purvis5 years ago in Fiction
The Optician
As with most of the small towns in the world, not much out of the ordinary happened in the quaint town of Westvale. Indeed, the city itself was little more than a few rural streets dotted with residences, farms, and a few businesses and other amenities, such as a courthouse, a small hospital, and a modest police station. The ground in Westvale was fertile and green enough to grow crops, or at least enough crops for the little town to prosper, but the surrounding land out of town was more desolate. Much like the ground beneath them, the people of Westvale were a tight-knit and isolated community. Everyone knew everyone else, and they liked to keep it that way. Over the years, the people of Westvale naturally resisted change, and so it was as if the rest of the world had almost moved forward without them. Even so, the people of Westvale were happy in their own world, isolated from the bigger, more progressive cities and towns that weren’t quite so far away. And, presiding over this quaint town was Mayor Linus Redford, a slender, bespectacled middle-aged man who had been appointed as mayor of Westvale only a few months prior.
By Aaron Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Blood Is Thicker Than Chocolate
Pure ecstasy swims through Mrs. Sarah Roth’s mouth as she takes the first bite of chocolate blackberry cake. The moist cake melts in her mouth and is quickly followed by a sweet fruity frosting. A jolt of tangy blackberry tickles her seasoned palate.
By Lucifer Divinitas5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate Cake
Weeks had gone by since Omar had a good night's sleep. His bloodshot eyes felt heavy as he tried to concentrate on the empty country road. It was still too early for traffic. His head yearned for a pillow even though he felt comfortable in his gray hoodie. There were an obscene amount of coffee cups lying around in his car. He was trying to stay awake but his body was betraying him: dozing off at the most inconvenient of times.
By A.R. Minhas5 years ago in Fiction
It Truly was My Lucky Charm
The light from the setting sun was fading quickly and the shadows emanating from the looming peaks soon stretched across the landscape. Earlier in the day I had been hiking across the countryside until I finally hitched a ride in Moldova, crossed the border into Romania, and made it as far as Moreanu, a small rural town isolated near the base of the Carpathian Mountains and sitting alongside the Prut River. With daylight coming to an end, I decided it would be best to call it a night and continue my trip in the morning. Like most of the towns in the rural countryside, this one probably closes up at sun down and, if I were lucky, I could get a needed night of sleep and an early start in the morning. Hopefully I can reach Bucharest by the end of the next day.
By Henry Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Satiated
Amber sat alone on the cold autumn playground. Children running and laughing around her; happy giggles permeate through the wind paired with the sound of the metal playground equipment. She laid her back against the old oak tree. Her light auburn hair sticking out of her black hooded sweatshirt and had fallen over her pale tear-stained face as she hung her head down. The cool wind blew gold and red leaves around her, chilling her bones and causing her to bring her knees up to chest.
By Neferitiri5 years ago in Fiction
Empty Pictures
Garner didn’t need to see the old, worn address label or be told who the box was from, he remembered it clearly, even after 75 years. The young woman at his door also barely needed to introduce herself. After all, she looked just like Helene, pretty, almond shaped, hazel eyes, shiny, auburn hair that pooled in curls at her shoulders, and a delicate physique that masked a surprising musculature and strength. She made him gasp, just as Helene had always made him gasp, and the air took time to return to his lungs, enough time that the young woman noticed.
By Charlie Jolliffe5 years ago in Fiction
Curley's Daughter
He carefully stacked the plastic trays in front of him and placed them back in the window. The crockery left a dull echo as it clunked together onto the hard metal ledge. Standing back from the door he waited, staring at the rectangular sliding window in anticipation. Wordlessly, the man on the other side took the plates and abruptly slammed the shutter closed once more. He listened to the footsteps retreat away from the large metal door, distant voices echoed in the corridors, though no audible words made their way through the bars to his ears. He put his ear to the wall but it was a good few minutes until he heard the telltale tapping of boots on linoleum approach his door.
By Holly Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
