Horror
That terrible night dear the Gomti River
It was the night of November 30, 1994. It was about 10 pm. The Gomti river was nearby. My girlfriend Pooja Sheshadri’s house in the Gomti River Colony near the river. I said good night to her. She gave me a nice hug and then went inside her house. I smiled as I looked at her. I had to ride my motorcycle to East Charbagh Colony, which was more than 15 km away. My house was there and my parents and younger brother were waiting for me that night.
By Anshuman Kumar4 years ago in Fiction
Momma
I can’t wait to see Momma again. It’s been ever so long, she left when I was young. That’s what Papa said anyway, I don’t believe him. As he says children should be seen but never heard. But even then, we are not always seen, we are small creatures and we fit in the most ridiculous places. My favourite place was always the top stair at the lake house, Momma showed me it and said I could go there whenever I felt strange. I never understood her till Christmas last year, Papa came home in a rush, saying Aunt Mattie was coming over (our Aunt Matilda, but we were to never call her that).
By Waterstars4 years ago in Fiction
The Vigil
Introduction: Story as old as time, the old man teaching a younger man some skill or talent. This might strike a little closer to home as it's about a grandfather teaching his grandson how to survive. This story came about after I read the synopsis of a story in a bookstore recently of monster hunters set in Victorian Era England. I imagined them running around with lanterns to light their way and non-tech weapons. Kind of along the lines of old vampire novels where the hunters used stake and hammer. This is that story.
By Nathan Charles4 years ago in Fiction
The End Of The World As I Know It
Opening my apartment door, I stared blankly inside. Slowly I closed the door, took five deep breaths, and closed it again. I walked in not knowing what to expect. Only the darkness flooded my senses. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. As I laid down in bed, I could see a dark figure in the corner of my room. Casually he approached my bed. Calmly he placed himself down on the edge of my bed. There are only 2 things I could see in the dark. The outline of his body and his eyes. His eyes were so unusual and mesmerizing. They were deep purple and glowed like embers. Staring deeply into my soul. It's almost as if he knows I'm watching. Gradually he inched closer till he was only a couple of inches away. I could not move because of fear. Gradually he shut his eyes as he put one hand to my face. As he gently stroked my I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Lights Out
The gentle humming lulled her from the black oblivion of sleep to the waking world. She ran a hand gently over the thin sheet that covered the mattress she was laying on as her conscious reawakened from the sleep she couldn't remember taking. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember anything after her last class. The sudden thought startled her, she flew to a sitting position causing her head to spin as her eyes desperately tried to focus in the blackness surrounding her. The pounding of her startled heart hit her ears like a freight train as her breathing followed the erratic rhythm. Her brain frantically reached for any clue as to where she had awoken to but the never ending darkness offered no answers.
By Cianna Williams4 years ago in Fiction
FOOD
Somewhere in South America The moon was full and hung low to the earth. Shadows cast by the tall trees danced beneath the thick canopy, while multiple jaguars could be heard growling and moaning in the distance. In a vast clearing, set at the fringes of the jungle, an enormous stone temple, adorned with nightmarish creatures crafted from solid black marble, sprouted up from the ground. Constructed by an unknown race of ancient builders, the top of the temple rose above the clouds, making it impossible to view with human eyes. Ten figures of various heights, their outlines obscured by the flowing lines of their dark black robes, stood in a circle around a giant bonfire. The scent of charred wood and burnt flesh wafted over the figures as they mumbled their secret incantations. Blood-curdling screams rode the wind, informing the hungry jaguars to keep their distance, but the scent of cooked flesh was making it hard to keep them at bay. As the final human sacrifice was burning to their death, a tall, dark figure emerged from the main entrance of the temple. Plotting his course with precision, the shadow walked over to the circle of praying zealots, and placed his meaty right hand on the shoulder of the shortest member in the circle. The small initiate stopped his rant and removed the dark hood which concealed his horribly scarred face. “It is time,” whispered the tall, cloaked shadow.
By Kale Sinclair4 years ago in Fiction
