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'Drink Some Champagne, Flirt with a Hardbody, Find Some Blow'
For the first time so far, this chapter really belongs to Price in that we see a completely different side to him and so, a completely different side to the Wall Street socialite "stereotype" that we’ve been shown in the first four chapters. Don’t get me wrong, this chapter is still riddled with all the things you’d expect to find in a New York nightclub filled with rich, white businessmen, that being tuxedos, expensive drinks, a "Chandelier Room," and of course, cocaine.
By Sam Cheesman7 years ago in Horror
Talking to Jack
Tonight, was a night like no other. Tonight, was the night we first spoke. His lips opened but nothing came out. An agonising silence fell over the room as he looked me up and down. Finally, he licked his lips seductively and inclined his head towards the floor. I think that means I’m in. His mouth closed slowly without uttering a single word. My heart stopped. Is this how he would inform me that I’m acceptable? Moments passed that felt like years. I could feel myself aging in anticipation of what would happen next. I don’t know what the protocol is here. Do I shake his hand or do I give him space? Whatever I do, I don’t want him to know that I am nervous!
By Ellen Mccrea7 years ago in Horror
Hammer, Pick, & Plaster
It was 24 hours later that she did begin to feel the pain in her head and the scars on her face. A hard cast placed in a tight triangle around a bone that had been broken and drilled soft. The array of colors her undereye turned began with a purplish black. Deep red filled the dripping gauze the first 48 hours. Bags of fluid of the pools of blood accumulated not only on her undereye but puffed out her eyelids. It was difficult to see from blurry vision and heavy lids that didn’t even open under the weight in the lying position she remained in. The discoloration traveled like a thick eyeliner and split over the crease of the entire eye. The frequent naps were interrupted by ice compresses and doses of Oxycontin.
By Blaise Terese7 years ago in Horror
Whispers in the Trees
Crisp leaves crinkled under the heavy work boots clad on Emona’s tired feet. Taking time off to mourn was something she wasn’t used to. Not even the scenery given to her by the beautiful fall Appalachian Trail seemed to help. Sighing, she adjusted the purple scrunchy in her curly dark brown hair and rubbed her face exhaustedly. Everything reminded her of death; the nearly bare trees, the cold air that made her dark skin rise with goosebumps, and the ground decorated with the scattered brown and yellow corpses. The land had lost the once vibrant and adventurous vibe it used to give the two of them.
By Lori Hazelton7 years ago in Horror
Hidden Cabin
Claire loved to travel and explore abandoned old things, like buildings and cemeteries. She heard about this old cabin in the woods where a man would hunt humans, take them to his cabin, and no one would ever hear from them again, or so the stories say. No one has ever actually found the cabin; people have just heard many stories about them. This intrigued Claire, and she set off to find the cabin. This was two weeks ago.
By Cee Jay7 years ago in Horror
Fireflies in the Dark
Twelve Years ago... A young couple moves into a large manor on the edge of town, Rowan Manor, named for its unlikely grove of rowan trees. Unusual, as they are the only such trees to grow in the small southern town of Sentry, Missouri. Some say a European immigrant brought them over and tended them so carefully they now grew strong. At first, they seem friendly, always polite even if they had a grim demeanor. The man was almost never seen, and the woman and boy very rarely, a few rushed trips to the grocery store, or to pay the water and power bill. They always seemed in a hurry to get home.
By Skyler Whitfield7 years ago in Horror
Val (Pt. 3)
"Come find her" is written messily across the mirror, a bloody handprint next to it. "Seriously Margret, this isn't funny anymore. We could get in real trouble for being here and you decide playing a joke on me would be fun. What it we get caught?" I frown and wipe the mirror off. I turn the water off and walk towards the door.
By Kat Woods7 years ago in Horror
The Race Under the Overpass
Jose and Ed reached a big street to cross right under an overpass. The street under the overpass was also a curve, making the crossing a bit risky since a car could come shooting from either side without being seen.
By Bazooka Teaches7 years ago in Horror
Let the Good Times Burn!
Modern life is horrible; one gets the feeling that a century back, whatever drawbacks those people might have faced, life was still infinitely better than the world we experience today, with its loud, abrasive music, school shootings, divorce, despair, disintegration, etc.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Horror
Never Alone
I may work as a psychic and energetic healer. I may be getting more accustomed to my mediumship abilities. But, I am repeatedly seeing how vast and intricate this place is that we find ourselves in right now. This place brings to me a feeling of awe that is unprecedented, and I feel more and more humble every single day.
By Erin Montgomery7 years ago in Horror
Rain
All I can hear is the sound of my heart racing. The constant thumping against my chest as my feet slap against the cooled tar. I had to be wrong. I had to be mistaken. There was no way this feeling in my gut about what I'd seen had been true.
By MJ Guzman7 years ago in Horror
Ten Witch Trials Throughout History
In our day and age, we are taught acceptance of other people and their lifestyles. At no other point in history have people felt more comfortable of being themselves than they are right now, though humanity still has a long way to go. Throughout history there has been a fear of persecution over wrong accusations. However, in some countries, this is still the case. One of the most horrific trends of persecution was that of the witch trials.
By Charlotte Williams7 years ago in Horror