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Long walk home
"This is for Paul Stewart's Unnerve, Unsettle, and Scare Me Challenge" Paul, I realize I may have gone over the requested number of words by a wee bit.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
A shift of the wind
"She is getting married" Ann said. "Where did she meet him?" I asked. "Some dating site." The same repeated question with the same repeated answer.
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Fiction
AFTER THE MISSION
1943 Twenty-five B24 Liberator Bombers flew from Soluch Field in Libya, Africa. The target was Naples, Italy. Blinding sandstorms caused most of the bombers to return to the base. A few planes continued on. In the night sky, we became the lone B24 bomber.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Fiction
With Ink Made of Stars
It was in a basement somewhere on the blurry side of Berlin when I first saw her work. Perhaps it had been the pulse of the light show, the writhing bodies, the liquid beat, or my space eyes but the ink upon a stranger's upper arm opened up to the universe beyond. It shifted, twisted, turned clockwise and then not. It floated suspended in the space between everyone else and me.
By SC Wells2 years ago in Fiction
Recaffeination
A pleasant neighbourhood café, he thought. Nothing about it too pretentious and maybe…just maybe…not too expensive? He looked at the tables and chairs in the dim light. Mid-afternoon, and there was still plenty of space (strange for a Friday?). And the line was not too long at the counter. Three schoolkids – did he know those uniforms – and the usual screenplay writers who would not write a damn thing… He knew the type.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
They're Coming. Content Warning.
They're coming. I know what fears dwell within you. They're coming. I know what terrors you can't face. They're coming.
By B2 years ago in Fiction
In The Silence of Fear
Where I was, I wasn't entirely certain of. But, I knew I couldn't stay there for too long. As the heat was getting unbearable and I had nothing to protect myself from the scorching Sun. Nor do I have any water to quench my thirst. Nor food for now or later.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Buried By The Pauper. Content Warning.
“Cease the breath of those who spoil the earth and destroy its balance! Let their screams fall in silence, hollow as their souls!”
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Fiction
A Reliable Narrator . Runner-Up in the Under a Spell Challenge.
“Oh maiden, mother and crone, We call upon ye to open doors unknown. ‘Neath light of moon, under guise of bone, Let our skins shape to fur and feather
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
Hunters
I could feel the temperature drop as I stepped across the threshold. I looked around. Here? An ancient predator of the human race, holed up in this light, airy, modern construction?
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
A Coven of Bitches
We call upon the earth, the air, The rain, and fire bright. We call upon the birds, the bees, The stones, the candle light.
By Ashe Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
Ghost white pain
I feel myself unable to stand without getting dizzy, a nauseas mixture of the worst sort of things set to my nostrils like an old feeling, a memory, burnt tire and gasoline, and then, fresh, salty air, and I find myself gagging, as the light burns my eyes.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction