Horror
The Barn and The Guide
The nostalgic scent of that old barn fills her nostrils as she opens the rotting door. So much of her childhood was spent within these wooden walls. What once felt like they towered over her and made her feel so insignificant within them were now just a memory, a rotting memory.
By Faye Smith5 years ago in Fiction
I Never Want to See That Creepy Old Barn Again
None of us had ever been in a barn before, so that was cool. But that was the only cool thing about it. Henry’s girlfriend was moaning about how we should stay in the van and wait for help. But Henry thought he remembered there being a town not too far away and we could go to the gas station and get some gas, beer, and smokes. Maybe we should have left Henry’s girlfriend in the van. Anyway, we all start walking — me, Joey, Henry, Henry’s girlfriend, and Sid. There was no town.
By Chris Minnick5 years ago in Fiction
Rita meets Sam
"Time travel is real" screamed baby Nina. "Have you finished your mashed potatoes hon?" asked Mrs. Foster. "Dad, Nina wrote on my journal. Why is she so annoying?" I yelled as I packed my bag in a rush. "She's a kid sweetie! Did you pack your lunch?" questioned Mr. Foster. "I am not a twelve year old anymore, Can you stop?" I replied as I walked towards the main door. "I'm leaving!" I screamed. "I'll pick you up after school ,Rita!" yelled Mr. Foster as he followed me. "No Dad, I'm going to movies after college. Can you for once stop treating me like a baby?" I replied as I walked towards the car. This was the only conversation going through my head when I woke up. I remember walking to the school, it was Monday. I ran towards my bed. I was looking for my cellphone. I could not find it. I tried having a peek out of the window, There were trees all around the house. I could not see a being. I could not hear Nina talking. Mum and dad were not yelling. I panicked and ran down the stairs into the kitchen. "Mum? Dad? Nina?" I yelled. Still, no one answered. I was trembling, my body was cold and I felt dizzy. I grabbed my school bag and smashed opened the door. There was a tall tree standing right in front of my house.
By Ayesha Munir5 years ago in Fiction
The Letter
“See you tomorrow!”, yelled Gavin out of the uber window. “I love you!”, I yelled back, but he was already rolling up the window and telling the driver to get out of there. The car peeled away on the wet street. I thought to myself that it was odd that he didn’t say anything back, but ran towards the door anyway.
By Kathy Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
The Family Farm
Demons can smell out a troubled soul quicker than a pile of shit can attract a swarm of flies, and we had an infestation of both. It was the middle of summer when I went to visit my dying father. The crops were half-grown, my clothes clung to my skin, my throat was dry, and I was tired of driving.
By Josh Ripperger5 years ago in Fiction
When the Woods Call your Name
Growing up in the country, Elijah knew better than to wander at night. Every evening, as dusk coated the sky he would check the old barn in the back and ensure the horses were safe, fed, and watered. On this particular evening, after he'd closed the barn door with a wooden thump, he heard a whinny from the forest surrounding their property. He was positive that all his family's horses were safe inside the barn, but it was possible that a horse had escaped from a neighboring farm. He knew better, but he felt confident that he could find the horse and return before his parents noticed anything amiss.
By Nicole Beverly5 years ago in Fiction
Ansel-Turner Disease
February 14, Year Zero "Okay, Mr. Ansel, you're going to feel a little prick." Janek Ansel chuckled weakly as the phlebotomist inserted the needle into his vein. "Oh, my dear boy, I've been dealing with little pricks all my life. You learn to ignore them eventually."
By Josh O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction
