fiction
Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
rough draft
It is like a vague memory now, all those years ago playing by that fountain in the middle of huge maze surrounding the castle with the young blacksmith boy. Those were care-free days of love and adventure, but now I sit on this in desk with students surrounding me on their cellphones, chewing gum, and being teenagers. Oh, right, I am Lilliana von Drake I do prefer to be called Lilly if you don't mind. Anyways, to understand my story and that of my family and so on you must understand that we are old. Very old. We are immortal beings. You see by some odd chance the Moon Goddess or Nana I like to call her made a deal with the Blood God that if they stopped trying to kill each other they would have an agreement. In order, to keep the agreement they had a child. My dad, Johnathan Von Drake, he was the first Lycan/high vampire of his kind and he ruled with both ferocity and compassion. However, the fun does not stop there, my mother Durina is the daughter of the last dragon king Vorim, and she is known as the "lost and forgotten" child of Hecate. How anyone can lose and forget their child is beyond me. My parents had five children: Jason is the eldest with his mate Corinna, the twins Reginald "Reggie" and his mate Betty, Geoff and his mate Missy, and then my twin Jake and his mate Rose who is my best friend. Then there is me with no mate to call my own. We have been alive for a long time and each time my brothers found their mate they turned them but they still keep to their previous "gifts" like being a witch or werewolf they only gain the immortality of a vampire but without all the side effects burning in the sun, no garlic does not work but vampires cannot come in unless invited in. However, instead of going into memories we are going to just continue from where I am now and that is English class with Mr. Gorbbie. It is such a bore we are currently reading Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare and let me tell you hearing that play repeatedly can get annoying. While listening to the teacher, Principal Krasspy, sweet old lady, came in to make an announcement that next Thursday that Oakville High with be joining us for school and prom due to having a flood issue or something. ‘Great, prom.’ Before you ask, yes, I have been asked but I am not really interested in that kind of thing. I prefer to read books, play video games, and take pictures. However, that does not mean I am not a looker. I am about 5'3" with pitch black hair, green-gold slender eyes, with slightly pale skin, with a slender body and long legs. I am wearing black high boots, pants, red shirt, and a leather jacket with some smokey eyeliner to boot. I look good but that could just be my opinion. With that said, everyone groaned in annoyance Oakville High is the rival of Ravencrow High home of the ravens. We have been rival football teams for about 20 years and let me tell you it is a big deal here. Once the principal stated the news, there was a lot of questions of how this would work. She explained that the students will be joining the school starting Monday of the following week. ‘Well this is going to be interesting. I wonder how this is going to turn out.’ At this moment, the bell rang signaling the end of this boring Friday afternoon. We were all excused for the day and told to please review and read one of our chosen William Shakespeare and write a summary on it.
By Loren Kisner5 years ago in Horror
The House
I never wanted to live there to begin with. It was his house, not mine; I knew that as soon as I walked in. Those awful pinkish-reddish curtains, the colour of irritated labia. They were velvet, embroidered with a pattern that was meant to resemble vines – a branching network crazing across the breadth of the god-awful fabric. A crime against nature, against taste, against fashion. I didn’t tell Daniel that. He didn’t want to change a thing about the house. It hadn’t been updated since the seventies. He was in love. I wasn’t. I didn’t want to live there.
By Isobel Maxwell5 years ago in Horror
The Kid
I’m willing to bet that every teenager thinks their school looks creepy at night. I certainly did. The corridors, usually filled with sunlight and kids bustling about in an attempt to get to class on time, were now empty and cold. The moonlight now replaced the sun, creating a silver glow along the locker doors and linoleum floor. I was afraid to speak in case my voice resonated along the walls and looking at the school, as it looked now, I didn’t feel right forcing such an echo upon it.
By Caitlin Hamilton-Jones5 years ago in Horror
Yellow Fever
A gust of wind swirled the leaves on the empty sidewalk into a restless dance. Angela’s boots clicked rhythmically as she walked along the pavement. She buried her mouth into her scarf and shoved her hands deep into her pockets. She had never been to this neighbourhood before. Each property stood at least half a kilometre apart from the next, with grandeur being the only common attribute. Carefully manicured yards and lawns stretched like small meadows in the front and back. Neat rows of maple and elm trees on either side of the road formed a canopy overhead. Their extended branches reached towards Angela as if to envelope her. As she turned the street corner, her boyfriend’s home came into view. She felt trepidation rise within her as the house drew nearer. She double checked the address on her phone to make sure it was right, 4 Northgate Avenue. It was an isolated house. Yellow leaves fell in a golden curtain, smothering the groomed hedges. She mentally prepared herself to meet his parents. How are you? It is lovely to finally meet you... no, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.
By Wanying Zhang5 years ago in Horror
In The Tall Trees
Home Lows set in is chair, watching the fire burn, bright orange with shades of red and yellow. Lows spent most of the day chopping wood. He thought to himself, the night comes early the part of the year. With the early night comes the cold winter front. I must be prepared, Lows said to himself. Lows was in his late forties, but had the energy of a young athlete in his twenties. You had to have a strong will to live this far, this high away from humanity. But this night, something was different. His head felt foggy, with slight vibrations of a bass dum. A piercing ringing in his ears, blurriness in his eyes, legs felt like sharp knifes, cutting through his flesh. As he rolled up his plants leg to look. All he saw was, a thick coat of white hair. Lows leaned back in his seat. His stomuch pins all in them. Did I for get to eat? Lows could not remember. With the pain coming from his legs. Getting up was out of the question? Lows had always loved nature, and are the unknowns that come with it.
By BranDon Rivers5 years ago in Horror
The Swallowing
Around this time last year, I was flirting with death, ready to self-destruct. Swimming in depression, drowning in debt, slaving away at a job for the sake of check, the pressures of my responsibilities were weighing me into the ground, and I was ready to be buried in it for good. It was Kimmie's hand that pulled me away from my demise. Today, that same hand blindfolded me and is now dragging me to god knows where.
By Jeremie Nicholas5 years ago in Horror
Mirrors
Josiah had been lost going on a week. The impending sense of doom loomed over him like a proverbial black cloud following a man of unbelievable bad luck, such as Josiah. He had ventured out on an excursion of the national forest on his own, for the first time, on behest of his friends who thought he was ready for the task. Tall trees and unturned rocks were all that were around him, and the rustling of leaves and faint breathing in the distance was for sure a wild animal, which paralyzed Josiah with even more fear. The half moon was the only light he had, but it was as dim as his hopes for survival in his own mind. As he looked up, he saw a barn owl perched in a tree, gazing at Josiah with bewilderment, as if he was looking in a mirror. It was out of place like he, and the cold, blank stare from the owl pierced through Josiah like a knife through a Thanksgiving turkey. The frayed, frayed ruffled wings were indicative of his clothing he was not yet able to change., the loneliness of being in unfamiliar territory, and the unknown plagued them both. They both were in purgatory, so to speak, and looking at each other as if they had the answers for one another. They had no concept of time, no idea how to escape, and no inkling what would happen next. Their lives paralleled, their fates have been unequivocally sealed, and the quicksand of time had run out on both of them. Or so it seemed, The mind is as delicate as fine china, and was it playing tricks on him, or was the end really near? Was the owl a figment of his imagination, or was it really lost like him? As he crumbled to the ground in exhaustion, so did the owl.
By Daniel Reo5 years ago in Horror
