Horror

The Dark Visitor
On a dark and stormy night, I met a man. I had just kindled a fire and settled in. I was reading a book written by a fellow named Tolstoy called The Cossacks.
By Sean Rohrer5 years ago in Fiction
Arachnophobia
There was a spider in the bath. Her eyes were drawn to it as she pushed the door open, the giant black mass of its hairy body contrasting sickeningly with the white porcelain of the bathtub. As it scuttled across the bath, Melissa imagined she could hear its legs hitting the bottom. Her eyes suddenly seemed ten times more powerful than normal, picking up every hair on the creature’s legs. Suppressing a shudder, she crept towards the bath, clutching the glass she kept by the sink in a trembling hand. Terrified to go nearer the damn thing than was necessary, Melissa dropped the glass, hoping against hope that it would land on top of the spider and trap it there, but, of course, no-one is ever that lucky.
By Emily Taafe5 years ago in Fiction
Is that a light? A green light?
November 29, 2004. It was a very cold night in Montreal, Canada. Pavan Gil and his two friends, Maurice and Johny, were driving back to their home. They all lived close to each other.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction
Sleepwalker. Top Story - July 2021.
I thought today was going to be like every other day. I went to school. I stumbled along from period to period as usual. Things were normal. At least until fifth period. That’s when I saw him.
By Kelsey Galluppi5 years ago in Fiction
Breaking The Ice
Breaking The Ice Nina didn’t like new things. She didn’t like new places. In fact, she barricaded herself in her room when she was told she would have to leave all of her friends, her school, everything she’d ever known, behind. It came as a surprise over dinner, her mom explaining how she’d gotten this “big promotion”.
By John Staudt5 years ago in Fiction
The Living Sculpture
He surveys the crowd. He knows she is here, the perfect material for his masterwork. She’d come every week – he’d been watching for months. There. She walks past the flower and garden stall, pauses to look at the marigolds. Perfect. Today is the day, and she will be his.
By S Nichole5 years ago in Fiction
My moms chocolate cake is to die for!!!
Mom's recipe was the perfect thing to share with my coworkers. When I was younger she would always make this really, really good, and I do mean really good chocolate cake. Mostly for my birthdays but also for certain occasions sometimes when I was feeling sad and other times for special events when she needed to make a quick dessert. When I say sad I do mean it. When I was younger I would get bullied and also my child was racked with many tragedies. Some typical almost cliche sounding stuff such as my father abandoning me and my mom, him proving he didn’t care about either one of us, affected me in a horrible way. Then a year later my grandfather who I had a close relationship with, passed away. This was a crushing blow that sent me into a deep depression, being bullied on top of that definitely didn’t help.
By C. Gray5 years ago in Fiction
Mother's Secret Chocolate Cake
Eugene's mother made the best chocolate cake in town. She never shared her secret to what made her cake so amazingly moist, and delicious. People of the town would ask her weekly to have one made for their families to enjoy throughout the week or for celebrations. Eugene was always right by his mother's side to help with her creations of chocolate cake. But was never allowed to have any. "Chocolate is not good for you Eugene", his mother would always tell him.
By Kayla Lynn Waksmonski5 years ago in Fiction
COLOSSUS
The train silently zoomed out of an icy tunnel like a bullet. Onboard was a squad of troops. This was no ordinary train, but a transporter train, and it was carrying a special cargo codenamed C.O.L.O.S.S.U.S, designed for a purpose known only to certain people in higher positions as its top secret. In the passenger aisle, Samuel Kris brought a cup of coffee to a rather bored Riley Winter.
By Michael Hawkins5 years ago in Fiction
Death, hate and chocolate cake
Arrogant and somewhat imposing he just stood there in the hallway. Acting like this was his house. No respect for me. No respect for my home. His hair was medium in length and unwashed, dressed in nothing but boxer shorts and a T-shirt. I couldn't bear to talk to him. Not now, not ever. It was the way he manipulated things. No, it was his smug fucking smile that made me want to kill him .....
By Charlie Smith5 years ago in Fiction
The last slice he'd ever have
Just last night, Isla never thought of herself as a murderer. But as the dawn broke and Dominic's rage became unbearable, the urge to adopt a new, more sinister identity grew stronger.
By Sarah Said5 years ago in Fiction
BRIDGERS
It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, and a day to love them, but it takes an entire lifetime to forget them.
By Kevin Bell5 years ago in Fiction