Horror
No Signal
The first thing Lorelei noticed was the sound. Not silence — she had expected silence — but a roaring, ceaseless, all-consuming noise. The surf. It came from every direction, a white static that swallowed everything else, and for a long, disoriented moment she thought she had gone deaf and the world had filled the gap with its own voice.
By Parsley Rose 6 days ago in Fiction
The Short Career of a Serial Killer
He was a happy man he really was, Fred had it all. A wonderful wife named Laura and two little girls - Megan and Pam. He was a nine to five man, working at the local cannery. They packed up vegetables and he even got cans to take home. Being a middle size town, the cannery was the center of it all. So each noon the big whistle would blow, announcing that lunchtime had arrived. It happened rather oddly, strangely I might say.
By Rasma Raisters6 days ago in Fiction
A quiet reminder
It started with an advert in the back of the Tibley Chapter, the abundantly disappointing local newspaper for the small communities of Tibley, Wrenton and Barkley St Bennett’s. At the time nobody really paid a great deal of attention to it. It was small (at a cost of 25p per word there was a need for economy of communication) and unsurprising but ultimately it was so forgettable everybody did. For the reader’s benefit it is included here:
By Simon Curtis6 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spirit6 days ago in Fiction
Too Death to us Part.
This is a love story- or is it a ghost story? Liv and Adam had this beautiful relationship; They had the most cliché relationship. They met in pre- kindergarten and became best friends. By their senior year of high school, they finally became the cutest couple. Graduating as high school sweethearts.
By Jen Phillips6 days ago in Fiction
The Pfister sisters and other God-blessed heroes . Content Warning.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they will have absolute revenge. Blessed are the meek, for they will be terrible with strength in the Lord. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will take nourishment from the wicked. Blessed are the pure in heart, for no evil shall stand against them.
By Sam Spinelli6 days ago in Fiction
The Dust Bunnies are Revolting!
Seeing the loose way people use the word “hate” these days, I guess can say that I hate a lot of things. I hate soggy spinach. I hate dark rooms. I hate visiting relatives I don’t like, just because they’re sick. But nothing, nothing matches the hate I have for dust bunnies. They are vile, evil little things. I will do everything I can to wipe them out.
By Kimberly J Egan6 days ago in Fiction
Looking from the Depths
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been a favorite place for all these months. Or was it years? Time had less meaning when the seasons stuttered to a halt and the routines fell by the wayside.
By Stephen A. Roddewig7 days ago in Fiction
