Horror
See You Soon
If you’re reading this, I’m dead. Kicked the bucket, bought the farm. Go ahead and lay a couple of big old silver dollars over my eyes, ‘cause I ain’t coming back. I had a good life and I ain’t complaining, I’m telling you so you can prepare yourself for what’s to come.
By Miller Atlas5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Chancey Barn
“Have you heard? They say someone moved into the old Chancey house. Seen a lot of odd lights down by the old barn.” Hanging around the corner diner in Monroe, the old timers of the town spent their day discussing events of interest. In such a small town, such events were rare, and often times a topic of interest long outlived the amount of attention it deserved. When Frank brought up this newest topic, in the midst of a repeat discussion of the lack of good fishing places since the power plant upstream started up, no one had any real objections, as it was indeed time for something new.
By Travis Pittman5 years ago in Fiction
The Agreement
The Laramie barn had been at the edge of the small town of Spruce Hill since the earliest days of its founding. The ancient building was the first thing to be seen when drivers crested the steep hill leading into town. Its weathered sides were bleached a silvery gray and creeping vines had worked their way up into the open loft. The doors had long since fallen away and a portion of the roof had collapsed. In its decades of disrepair the barn had come to acquire a legendary status among the children of Spruce Hill. Like so many old buildings spoken of only in whispers, the Laramie barn was rumored to harbor ghosts.
By Christine Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
It Lives in the Barn
The wind blew softly that morning, bringing with it an icy gloom that swallowed the sun and threatened rain. The chill was bitter, piercing, and made a person long for the warmth of Summer. But, there was no warmth here, only cold. It was a miserable Autumn day.
By Nicholas Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Shadows
He looked at his watch, 2:13 A.M. Morton calculated; 73 hours and 27 minutes; 1 hour, and 27 minutes past the 72 hour time clock that started when the station first received the call. He watched as the second hand made laps around infinity, the progression of time relative to the circumstances, it was moving at a rapid pace. And taking with it the likelihood of finding her.
By Brandon Boyer5 years ago in Fiction
Unaware
Alistair slipped through the woods silently, his long dark coat and worn boots concealing him from his quarry. He had been tracking his target for weeks and now he was closing in on it. He crested a hill and took in his surroundings. A break in the trees revealed the ruins of a homestead spread amongst the open glen. A brief glimpse of a shadow as it moves into an old barn, the only complete structure still standing caught his eye in the late afternoon light. His prey would be more dangerous during the night, if he hurried, he could catch it before the sun set.
By Roland Durendal5 years ago in Fiction
Kinfolk
Dogs! The barking and snapping and growling was unmistakable. Even at a distance. Blood thirsty meat eaters trained to hunt men. But how far off were they? By the echo, sounded like at least a mile up river. Had they caught his scent? His sweat. If so he was a deadman for sure. He hoped one of the dogs would have mercy on him and rip out his throat. Leave him to bleed out in the swamp. Gatorbait. Anything would be better than that goddamn cell.
By Michael Fry5 years ago in Fiction
The Raising
Heave! Heave! Muscle and sinew strained as the ropes tightened and the final section of the new barn was borne aloft. A collective sigh of relief was uttered as the lead carpenters hammered in their pegs and the weight was released from the overburdened shoulders of those lifting below. It had been a morning of hard, unrelenting labour and the workmen were looking forward to the bean-feast that had been prepared for them by their womenfolk. The rope bearers meandered across to a laden table; slowly to allow the carpenters a chance to catch up. It took all of my self restraint to match their pace. I was ravenous from the morning’s exertions but also keen to rejoin Rachael, my reason for being here.
By Stephen Wyatt5 years ago in Fiction
Meet Me In Cali
His labored breathing shatters the still air with all the subtleness of a screeching car alarm. His heartbeat is drumming in his chest, practically calling danger to him. He is betrayed and, potentially, doomed by his own body, though it is guilty only of doing its damnedest to keep him alive.
By Kai K Colby5 years ago in Fiction
The family jewels
It had been baking hot for days. Today the forecast was calling for late afternoon thundershowers. It was also mom’s birthday, and her gift was a new flower garden. This weather would be perfect. I will get the weed material and the plants in the ground and mulched by the time the storm comes along to water them.
By Brenda Gooding5 years ago in Fiction
