Horror

What Happened Next...
I see the glint of her golden marigold necklace sparkling in the sunlight against her dark ebony skin. It was a small token, a symbol of our love for one another. She said she would never take it off and she never did.
By C. Rina Riddle5 years ago in Fiction
Sometimes Social Is Too Social
She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes. Charlie knew it was a bad habit and she hated the taste, but smoking seemed to help keep her alert and her mind occupied.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Fiction
The Two Sides of the Ocean
Water pelts my face, the crashing waves drenching me as they soar over me. The sky is pitch black, and I can’t see any stars through the downpour. Lightning strikes, giving me a moment of visibility.
By Quinn Doyle5 years ago in Fiction
Blood spilled
A loud bang at the door forcefully awakens Todd from his slumber. Sat bolt upright he hazily scans the hotel room looking for signs of life or snippets of information from last night’s events. Head pounding, breath stinking of a booze-and-cigarette cocktail, the trashed room offers no hope of recollection. If a tornado had hit last night it would have left less mess. Bloodied clothes were strewn across the floor, the wardrobe was on one side and the curtains had been pulled down in a last-minute act of defiance. His first thought was the credit card bill he would have to pay, another expensive night in New York City.
By Will Garwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Pond
Winter took its time this year, and settled in light, comfortable layers instead of a heavy, weighted blanket. The gentle slopes of the valley, once green and vibrant in the peak of summertime, were swathed in white like a freshly frosted cake. The pond at the heart of the valley froze solid, glinting in the winter sunlight. Once teeming with leaping frogs and fluttering dragonflies, it too snuggled into the soft embrace of winter.
By M. Ostl5 years ago in Fiction
Shedder
Shredder was a Black Pomeranian. Being a terror, there was not an ankle that was safe in New Orleans if she was around. The Terror needed a walk, and she made a fuss to her owner Xyizan. The Necromancer finished putting the powder she had made into an Amulet of Protection. She placed it with the others for sale.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
Jiggle Jangle. Top Story - July 2021.
Back when I was a little girl, around the age of eight, I think I would spend the night at my grandparents’ house whenever my parents worked late or needed some quiet time away. I loved going over to their house and spending the night. Hell, I think I asked every week to stay over, and I usually did. Being a parent now, I can understand why my parents appreciated some alone time away from me.
By Joseph T Stenberg5 years ago in Fiction
The Hearing of Maria Juliana
Liliana came into the Capitan del barrio’s house to file a complaint against Maria Juliana. She insisted she had caught her creeping like theft under her ramshackle hut. She had terrified them.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
The Zombie Apocalypse Aquarium
“I have an idea on where we can get some additional food sources,” Jared says. He’s been worrying today about our food situation, because the simple reality is we can’t go to the grocery store much longer before the food there will go bad.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts of the Midnight Hour
Warning: The following story is very graphic. This content is not meant to be consumed by children and if you are easily frightened, you probably should not continue. This story is a work of fiction and is not based on any real events.
By Logan Donahue5 years ago in Fiction
Stalk
THE PARK WAS QUIET, SAVE FOR A FEW BIRDS STILL RESTLESSLY CHIRPING. It sounded like maybe there was a raccoon rooting through the trash. It was the only place that she could think to bring him. He promised he wasn’t going to freak out. The background noise of rock music could be heard back at the trailer park. The streetlight was flickering.
By Nathan Charles5 years ago in Fiction
Only Human
“All stop,” Captain DiQuesto barked. “All stop, Aye,” Lieutenant Commander Shepherd answered. “Let’s see what’s on the T.V.,” DiQuesto said.
By David R Bishop5 years ago in Fiction