Horror
Keys and Cake
Previously, Part 1: From A Distance Part 2 Dear Diary, I’m far past the place where I can distinguish what is or is not a silly idea. I just want to say that there’s something distinctly comforting to me in carrying around this old-fashioned room key.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Fiction
The Homestead
I never intended to return here. As I drove down the bumpy lane I realized I’d been holding my breath, my knuckles white as I clung to the steering wheel with a death grip. I put the radio on, hoping to calm myself with the latest summer hits, but somehow the channels were scrambled and an angry male voice spat fire and brimstone through the crackling speakers. I turned it off. I didn’t need any more reminders of my destination.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Footsteps
The sun sat low in the west when Kyle arrived at the house for the first time. The wrap-around gravel drive arced beneath a massive oak that had begun to shed its leaves, and a cool breeze set some dancing down to the shabby lawn. Kyle began to open the side door of the Econoline van when his mom interrupted him.
By Anthony Criswell5 years ago in Fiction
The Bunker
Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of tiny drops of water ripples through the dark hallowing room with a chilling echo. Shallow breaths shivering in the cold. They knew not of the time that had passed. Nor did they know what remained of the world they once knew. The innocent few survivors of a cold and cruel war.
By Wolfie Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Failing Inspection
Flipping the folder open; the first thing she looked at was the small photo of a black and white house. Adol gave a little sigh as she picked it up and took a closer look. Two stories, four bedrooms and a small backyard. It was run down and had chipped paint from the looks of it. Rubbing her temples, she placed the picture down and picked up the report. Adol’s job was to go in and inspect the building to see what needed to be done to make it livable again. It was common for people to buy, flip, and sell old houses that were abandoned. Being an agent who travelled across the states, it was an excellent opportunity to see unique and out-of-fashion models of homes that were built throughout the ages.
By Turan Turnip5 years ago in Fiction
I Thought You Would Have a Scythe
You see the world as it truly is, as it always has been. It is washed out compared to your memories, though everything exists in minute detail. The vehicle that struck you, now motionless, hangs above you mere millimetres from the surface of the road. After some time spent in observation, you realise that it isn’t actually motionless at all; it only appears that way, the same as everything else. You stand up, passing through the vehicle as though it were no more solid than vapour. No other beings exist in this world, not as far as you can see. You are in the world between heart beats. This is the moment you realise that you are dead.
By Dave Rowlands5 years ago in Fiction
'Your application has been received'
“This is my hotel. Beautiful, isn’t it?” said the voice on the phone. The man in the car looked at the building in front of him. All squat two stories of its L shape. The beige paint, with faded red and teal trim harkened back to days gone past. The metal railing, rusted in spots, showed decades of use.
By Alison Demzon5 years ago in Fiction
