Horror
Listening in the Darkness
These nights had become a horror and a blessing to Jess. The horror was him; the blessing was how enhanced her senses would become at night. She would not hear better; she just heard more of what most people would normally ignore. The sound of her brother’s breathing in the next room, the creaking of the house, and the sound of her blood in her ears; it was all part of a symphony of nighttime music that would whisper at her. In the silence of waiting and holding her breath each night, she found that she could focus on these whispers.
D. Michl LowePublished about 9 hours ago in Fiction
Duskwood: My AI Pt 1
Hello friends! This is the first time I’ll be writing a full-length story instead of a smaller research piece! If you haven’t heard of me, my name is Jess, and I go by AGoreJessStone online. I’ve been a research journalist for the past five years, with a focus on games and entertainment. Now, if you haven’t read anything I’ve published before, don’t worry! You don’t need any of that to partake in the adventure I am taking you on this time!
Gorejess StonePublished about 13 hours ago in FictionThe Valley
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Up till now it was a serene spot that the Mage people like to dwell and take up positive space in. There were book sermons, how to properly use wands, and planet magic specialty classes. It was only recently that the dragons have taken up residence in the beautiful woods of the planet Coronet. There was a vicious fight between the dragons and the planetary demi-gods that drove them from their home and to stay on ours. My family and I are Mage people. We draw all strength from the planet and use it to power our way of life.
Linda StanfillPublished a day ago in FictionA Tale of Terror
My fingers rest on the keyboard like motionless crab legs. Outside, snow covers the box hedge and the sprawling Asheville hills beyond. Bright ice sheathes the fir trees and our wooden fence, its pickets jutting to the sky like cruel daggers. And as I calmly watch this tranquil, familiar scene, I wait for an idea. Something…horrible. Something…grotesque. A tale of terror that I know I can write because this girl has done it so many, many times before.
Jason HauserPublished 4 days ago in FictionThe Endless Escape: Part 4
Tears began to flow down her cheeks. “I can't.” Ann turned to run but before she could take a single step, the vision before her disappeared, leaving a blinding white light once again. She blinked several times, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Fashion O DayPublished 4 days ago in Fiction
Whisper
As I’m walking down the hall of the mansion with Annie and Shoyo, my best friends, I hear a strange noise. I’m the only one able to hear it. It sounded like another whisper. I keep hearing them. I got goosebumps from head to toe. “I’ve heard that one before…” It sounded familiar to me. Too familiar... I heard another whisper, and then another one right after that one. This went on for a few minutes. I started to get cold and shake. It started to hurt. It was like nothing I’d felt before. It felt sinister. My head started to pound and my heart was beating NASCAR fast. I felt as if I was ready to die. At one point, Annie must have seen my discomfort, because I felt a tap on my shoulder. Annie and Shoyo were looking at me with a scared look on their faces. “I’m fine,” I assured them, “It’s stopped now anyways.” They gave me a look that reeked of disbelief. I was telling the truth, though. It just stopped. All the whispers, and the effects it had come with. We kept walking along the mansion for around 30 minutes or so, when all of a sudden, the lights went out. It was pitch black. I had to use my hearing to get around. I felt along the walls as I moved to the right of my 2 classmates. I listened for footsteps or some sort of movement.
Mason MarittPublished 4 days ago in FictionNight of the Galline
I don’t want to destroy a human mind.” Steve said. “This prototype has never been used before on a human. It has caused permanent brain damage to most of our mammalian test subjects. He, like them, will probably never wake up after this session.”
Mark StigersPublished 5 days ago in Fiction
The Unnatural Murder
In the dark alleyway shrouded in shadows, Detective Harris looks down at the body. Male, 27 years old, 5’7”, Cause of Death: Unknown. Blood was dripping from the body from a cut in the middle of the guy’s chest.
Jeremiah EllisonPublished 6 days ago in Fiction
The Witching Hour
Five minutes until three am. The witching hour. The night was completely silent with not even the sound of a crickets chirp or a creaky floorboard to break it.
Aria NorthPublished 6 days ago in FictionSpin Cycle
It’s 10:15 pm, raining, cold and dreary. A typical night in Chicago in September. I’m on a metal bench sitting outside Wash 4 Coin on North Magnolia Ave, formerly Wash U Coin, until it got sold. After a good downpour, The air is crisp and clean. I love it. What ruins the mood is that I’m stuck doing about three weeks' worth of laundry on a Saturday. Long story short, the smell made me want to vomit. So here I am, with six sizeable trash bags full of my clothing, towels, bedding, etc., waiting for a washer to be available.
Angela DerschaPublished 8 days ago in FictionStorm Warning
STORM WARNING JM Hauser T he Doppler Radar showed a mass of supercumulus thunderheads gathering over Orange County, North Carolina. The weather report, as of 4am, just an hour ago, had predicted a clear and sunny day with a high of fifty-two. For Alex Bachman, after eight years of meteorology at Channel 9 News in Raleigh, this was an unprecedented screw up.
Jason HauserPublished 9 days ago in Fiction
The Baby Trials
Working in the same company for 5 years, I never thought there would be a whole part of of it under ground that I never even knew about. Dr King had approached me a few weeks ago, taking an interest in the research I had been working on. That day in my lab I was nervous and terrified when my intercom announced Dr King's arrival. I rinsed the sweat off my hands before welcoming him in and introducing him to my project, that I named Genie. We were locked in discussion for an hour and by the end of my presentation his eyes were wide and bright. I waited anxiously for his thoughts, its never been known for Dr King to personally enquire about others research who is not in his personal team. He smiled and congratulated me on my hard work, claiming I am the key to his current research. I beamed with pride and thanked him and confirmed I can come to his lab after hours.
Sophie larissaPublished 9 days ago in Fiction
