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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.
Two Realities or One?
2:36am "Medkit, Gauze, Nile lotus extract , just enough until the healing kicks in..." After sitting deep in the crop fields for about a half hour, Andreas managed to slip past Law Enforcement and made his way back to his apartment. Drained and Disoriented from the strange encounter, he did what he could before he slipped into a deep sleep on his burgundy couch...
By Zachariah Douglas5 years ago in Horror
Eating My Experiences (7)
TOME 8 The realization hit me harder than I could have imagined, Zach might be alive, something I had hoped for, but never expected. Gabe's head was right, I abandoned him like when I abandoned my brother. I left him for dead, and I needed to fix it. "Alex, um...should we...uh, can we try to save him?" Alex knew me too well, this line of thinking didn't faze him in the slightest.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (6)
TOME 7 I found myself laughing nervously at not having noticed the thick, fowl smelling blood dispersed across my shirt and arms. "Yeah, I'll take care of that, heh....lucky we still have running water, eh" I seemed to be trying to go the comical route, to which Alex was clearly a little concerned about, but knew to stay silent about it for now. It felt as though days had gone by as I washed my arms and attempted to salvage the shirt I was wearing to no avail, eventually dropping it into the sink where it would stay.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
A Mother's Love
It's late at night at a farm. The wind rustles the trees as a storm passes through. The waves crash on the rocky shores on the bottom of the cliff near the farm and the house it's precisely located next to. Inside the modest house is Abby, an 8 year old girl stomping to her room, slamming the door and jumping on her bed with tears streaming down her face, running away from the bellows of her inebriated father.
By Joey Kaigler5 years ago in Horror
I can't wait anymore.
I didn't know when I woke up drearily that morning, but this would be the last day spent with my bio-mom and brother as a family. I was twelve, and permanently shaken to the core. I suppose I loved my mom, but I was really only coming back here to see my brother, who meant more to me than my own life. My brother, mom and I sat watching T.V. as the energy in the house began to shift, I felt on edge as mom's husband peeked out the small hole on the door with a hissed grunt.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
A Day That Changed It All
I dreaded going to work that day, I was feeling unwell at the thought of what I needed to do. I was 19, and an escort. That day, I chose to instead go to a friends house, a dominatrix who was happy to host me. Everything seemed okay, until I got a call from my volatile boyfriend. My boyfriend at the time, was known for his anger problems, and even had napalm in his nick-name. I could feel my world seizing as I brought the phone to my ear, unaware of how bad my life was about to become.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Peace
Peace is a little found commodity. Something that can no longer be bought from a dispensary. Humanity now barred from the potential of pure peace doesn’t sit well. The anxiety not knowing when or how death shall come seeps into the air. Instead of dwelling on the grey nearing death, they fixate on coloring their lives with how much they can do in their years. How many places can they live? How many people can they know? Their sense of self directly related to how many names and numbers are stored in electronic directories. Screens and projections full of relationships they are supposed to bring color and vibrancy to a life that is mostly spent behind doors, locked away from sunlight and natural colors. It’s a physical thrum constantly buzzing through air ways and to-connected bodies.
By Audrey Larkin5 years ago in Horror
Cinderella Re-Mix
We begin this tale on a rainy night, Cindy’s mother has just died. She went peacefully, but before she went, she told her daughter “Never let the bastards get you down.” The proceeding days followed as any mourning behaviors would. Cindy’s father, Herbert, was completely distraught… mind, body, soul… he struggled to exist. Yet, the first year is always the hardest, and after 365 days Herbert felt it was necessary to date again. Luckily, he didn’t have to look far. His neighbor, Samantha, was also a widow and was left with two, twin teenage daughters, about Cindy’s age, their names were Hilda and Olga. Hilda was as lean as an olive branch, but as bitter as bitter melon (with matching complexion). Olga on the other hand, was smooth and round, but had teeth facing in every direction except straight. Samantha and Herbert only felt it was natural for them to date, which led to a hasty marriage… six months in and the couple were happily wed.
By Valarie King5 years ago in Horror
