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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.
Lake of Fire
It was June 1933; when John first put together the connection between his missing fiance and what his town called "Lake of fire". One would think with a name like that it would be hard to miss. Sadly, the town was very small. Less then 1,000 people, with more leaving everyday due to the fallout from the Great depression. On top of the economy failing; the top soil layer was ravished by a record number of storms that had only begun and wouldn't cease until 1934. John was a simple man. He was a lumberjack. Strong silent type, for this type of work isn't for those with less then above average aptitude for physical prowess. His fiance, was a petite gal. Standing at about 4' 11" and weighing no more then 90 pounds. Brown hair, blue eyes, though slender; she had held a very appealing physique. Especially, compared to John at 6' ft and about 200 pounds. They loved each other very much, and both of their families very much enjoyed the couple and their mutual presence at either, families functions. Actually using the laws of attraction correctly considering the glum of the status quo during this time. These two were rather popular in their small town.
By Reece A Kohn4 years ago in Horror
For the love of the Sea. Top Story - October 2021.
The ocean is my one love. Ever since I was a child every moment I could spend on the ocean was heaven on earth. It didn't matter if it was rain or shine. I loved the ocean all the time. I grew up on a small island in the southeast asian chain of islands. Growing up by the sea I think maybe had something to do with it. I could go there anytime I wanted and I did. I would watch with eager eyes when storms rolled in watching how it affected the ocean. So I personally find it ironic that a storm is what did me in.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Horror
A Pirate's Legend
In front of the “Humboldt House Bed and Breakfast” stands a mother with her high school graduate daughter with who she is so proud of. That is why they are here in Victoria, British Columbia from Melbourne, Australia. Sue looks to her daughter with great delight knowing that she is soon going to the University of Sydney in just a few short months.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Horror
Under the Ice
He heaved over the dashboard, wheezing a dry cough as his truck sputtered to life, hacking out thick ghastly fumes of exhaust, the sickening scent of gasoline and cigarettes settling over every surface inside. A camera shook on the seat next to him, threatening to fall as it once more sped along the ravaged asphalt of the town road. The town was a mismatched mess, its residents reusing smashed bits of boxes or barrels to replace missing shingles, covering cracks in their concrete foundations with tape or propping them up with phone books. Cement blocks replaced sinking broken steps. A thick coat of ash and smoke lay over everything, painting the town to match the sky. He grumbled as the houses smeared past his windows, most of them condemned or abandoned by families packed up and headed for Anchorage. Only the tough or the waiting to die stuck it out here. A thin mist drummed lightly on his windshield and dripped down the upturned collars of the people he passed, melting to mush with the dirty Spring snow. He took a sharp right and pulled into the parking lot of a bar, its roof buckled, and its neon sign blazing through the gauzy fog.
By Claire Casey4 years ago in Horror
First Mate
Two bodies wash up on a sandy beach. It is the morning after a heavy storm and the air still smells of it. Their ship had been taken by the storm and these fortunate souls survived. One man coughs up seawater as he awakens. He is bald with unkempt, mangy mutton chops. Looking around he sees the other body beginning to stir. Their ragged clothes are waterlogged as they rise and approach one another.
By Tales from a Madman4 years ago in Horror
A Death Punished
Her Through the haze of pain from my wounded chest pressing against the unyielding ground, I am aware of other things. The wet leaves covering the forest ground are sticking to my cheek. I can taste the wet dirt in my mouth as I fight for every breath I take. Every gasp brings fresh tears to my eyes, knowing that each time I exhale means I die a little more. I inhale again and for that second I am relieved that I’m not dead yet. The sticky wetness I feel on my chest is not from the leaves, though. It is my own blood.
By Pamela Brodman4 years ago in Horror
King Ludwig's Castle. Top Story - October 2021.
Zach looked half asleep and uninterested as he toured the castle with his class. He never wanted to study abroad but his friends convinced him. “These are our college years.” “When will we be able to travel again?” He knew they were right, but he wanted to go some place for a week or two, not a few months. He missed his bed, his family, and mainly his dog.
By Nicholas McKenna4 years ago in Horror
Dark Water
As a small child, I always wondered how I was able to feel the presence of evil things. People who were evil, and spirits that were evil. Nightmares I had at night, revealed the worst aspects of my soul. The things that terrified me the most always played out in my dreams.
By Brooke Hudson4 years ago in Horror
The Note (Part 2)
As Kersey moved forward slowly, the Madman screamed and shuffled back, “No please, they will kill us all!” He took a step towards the door, fear in his eyes from something unknown. He pushed the knife until it bit into his flesh. Red liquid rolled down his neck, trickling onto his tattered white shirt.
By Nicholas R Yang4 years ago in Horror
Portfolio Part 1
Hello there world, it’s DeeJayKay here and I’ve decided that whilst at minimum I want to post a part of my story once a month, I do want to post a little more. So I’ve decided to do a Portfolio series. This is where I post some of my old written creations; they maybe be plays, short stories, poems or lyrics. In the first part of each segment, I plan on showing the unedited original version and I’ll go into the background of it to give a behind the scenes look at when I was written it. Then the following part will be an improved version of the original. When I say improved I mean that I plan on either re-creating it in a new format so a play to a prose or a poem to a play etc. If I don’t recreating then I will edit, slightly alter and possibly expand on them to showcase how I’ve changed from when I originally wrote it to where I am now, along with giving me more writing outputs.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Horror
