Horror

Never Sleep Again
Preface ~Wednesday~ PAIGE MERIL KNEW she'd die soon. If it wasn't because of some epic tragedy like dying in a burning building, getting hit by a truck, or some weird way in her sleep, it would be by her mother who rang her phone nonstop, wondering where she was.
By Kiara Pharrams4 years ago in Fiction
Snowstorm
Delilah ran her hand across the Boy’s temple. He was still sleeping curled up in the snow. The sky was gray outside the empty cave and her stomach was just as void. She was unsure of how long they had been traveling together. The days and months bled together and dried into the cold gray swirl. Time seemed to stop when the storm hit and there was no more Gregorian, Julian, or any other calendar to speak of. She continued running her hands across the Boy’s head, worried the furs on her arm would brush across his face and wake him. Delilah knew that eventually, they would have to continue moving south. She would kiss his forehead and he would smile back at her, that warm little smile that can thaw a mother’s heart. But for now, she merely propped herself up on one elbow and looked out the cave walls preoccupied with images of monsters and death around the corner.
By Lucy Richardson4 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
The situation that Amelia and Aaron had found themselves in, was something they would have never imagined to be real. They stood there covered in nothing but blankets, in a strange room, with an alarm blaring, and a humanoid alien creature freaking out in front of them. It wasn’t a very ideal situation, and Amelia began to wonder if they would die before knowing the truth. Just as she was about to mentally break down, she saw Aaron run towards the alien thing. He pushed the creature over and ran out into the hallway.
By Stephen Portis4 years ago in Fiction
Noises in the Night
It started while I was fast asleep. I know I probably did actually hear it right away, deep down in my subconscious, but I can't be sure. I can tell you that when my brain finally made the connection with my ears, it sounded like the noises were coming from the dark recesses of my then still sleepy mind, from somewhere so far away that it was just a faint echo, almost like a phone call with awful reception. When, among my dreams, I realized I was hearing it I woke up so quickly it was as if someone had set off a car alarm right next to my ear. Wide awake, I sat there in total darkness, my bedroom just a black hole in the depths of our fairly large, somewhat old home. I listened to every tiny little noise the house could make, every creak and every groan, trying my hardest to discern what was real and what I only thought I'd heard.
By Cora Mack4 years ago in Fiction
Visions
We lay in the grass. A cool spring night, there are no clouds in the sky, only stars and the moon. We wrestle the thoughts in our head, staring at the void of meaningless beauty. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I “we”? What’s the point? Why do we struggle? Why am I still here?.... I sit up and look forward, my nose feeling a strange chill, I see my feet ahead me and legs attached to them. I hate it. I hate what I see. Why am I still here.
By Noah Adam Busby4 years ago in Fiction
There Lay a Sleeping Woman
There lay a sleeping woman. She was in a wonderous, seemingly endless plain filled with beautiful wildflowers of all sorts. Terrestrial birds rustled and chirped from underneath the sea of colors. Gently interrupting the painted fields was a joyous brook. It was clear as anything, and through it swam resplendent little fish with scales that were almost blinding as they danced in the warm yellow light of the sun.
By Eamon Cates4 years ago in Fiction
Mortal - Chapter 2
Premise: In this young-adult dystopian novel, people can no longer die. But they still feel pain, and suffer--and it's maddening. Because of the chaos that ensued, the US Government created a program to figure out how to kill people. When Garrett, a teenager, falls into a coma for weeks as a result of an experiment, the Program sets its malicious sights on him.
By Liv4 years ago in Fiction
Solving the Puzzle and Living Happily Ever After
The house sat back from the street, hidden by trees and bushes that hadn’t been trimmed in years. Inside the small two-bedroom house, Edna sat at her desk with a book of spells opened in front of her.
By Lawson Wallace4 years ago in Fiction
Tears at the Altar
I woke from what felt like a long restless sleep. Jolted awake from the nightmare. It’s the same nightmare every time. Running down an alleyway, my father chasing me. I trip, then I always wake up. Coming too, I realize I passed out in the graveyard at mi Abuelito's grave. My head pounded from one to many shots of tequila but time was of the essence. I had to make it to my parents before dinner. There was no time to waste since it was clearly afternoon and I was late. With no car, I needed to make the walk back to town.
By Dawnte4 years ago in Fiction
The Chambermaid
*This story contains physical and sexual violence. Reader discretion is advised.* A pink classic car drives along a bright windy road with lakes on either side of it. In the car, other than the driver is Tom and Hannah Simmons. Tom is an accountant in a private firm while Hannah works in a boutique dress shop. Both are busy professionals and they haven’t been on vacation since their honeymoon six years ago. But now being here in Cuba is the most amazing feeling.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Fiction
The Man on the sidewalk: chapter 4
That morning Brian got up, Toad's sleepy face by his side as the two got ready for the day. The only one who knew what was happening around them. Brian found himself unable to stop staring, from the moment they got up, to when they got on the bus. Luke tapped Brian on the shoulder, a cheery smile on the boy's face.
By Qwill R. Brennan4 years ago in Fiction
A Story About A Forest. Top Story - September 2021.
Once upon a time there was a gorgeous, lush forest that teemed with life and vibrance. The forest was protected by highly official documents, laws and legislation, unharm-able, loved and nurtured by all who lived by it. Baby squirrels played and chased each other up and down majestic trunks from dawn to dusk. Nestled in great roots were settlements of mushroom villages and fat bugs of all shapes, sizes and colours wove in between the little umbrellas. Food was abundant, air was clean and sweet and seldom was there a crash that told of a fallen giant. When there was, new saplings rose up tall, growing strong upon the wisdom of the old bark beneath their roots.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Fiction