Horror
The Cremationist pt.2
Liza sipped her wine at the bar, the music and chatter filling her senses, and giving her a sense of being. Her short black skirt sat graciously at her thighs, reveling her long, toned, and tan legs. Her strapped high heels bounced with her leg every few seconds, occasionally clicking on the metal bar on the stool. Her eyes kept checking the perimeter around her, waiting for someone to strike up a conversation. The light blue button down blouse, was an enticing aspect for the specific people she was looking for.
NeferitiriPublished about 10 hours ago in FictionThe Dollie
First came that conflicting metallic ringing once more, similar to twelve small hand chimes coaxed by drawing closer yet inconspicuous bad dreams. He had close to zero insight into who or what he was, yet the man realized what was straightaway.
King EdmondPublished about 11 hours ago in FictionThe Drone Delivery
The Drone Delivery The buzzing sound annoyed me and also alarmed me. What could this be making noise at my front door? Is it some child playing with a remote-control toy? Let me see what is happening. Wow! It was a drone (of some size) about to drop a package on my front porch. Now I had heard on the news that many of the delivery services were going to start using them. Just did not know I would be receiving a package in this manner and from whom? I had not ordered anything. This must be a mistake.
Hadayai Majeed aka Dora SpencerPublished a day ago in FictionPlanet Tetro ~ Page 97
After Avion was done bragging to Draco about his power up , he threw Draco across the battle field . Avion shouted at Draco , “ extra power and defense ! How do you like it ?”. Draco’s dragon recovered and tried to tackle Avion from behind , but was backhanded by Avion . The dragon was also sent flying like his master . They weren’t physically hurt , but you could tell Avion was getting to their pride as they stared him down after landing . The way they took there time getting up seemed more mental than physical . They stared each other down for a few minutes while Avion stood there laughing . Meanwhile I'm just wondering if Avion is crazy , or if he's implementing mental warfare . I concluded that both can be true .
On the Forest's Edge
Illuminated by the lantern light, long grass swayed against the boy’s legs. He came to a pause. He took a moment to stare at the treeline’s silhouette against the star-speckled night sky. It wasn’t there the day before, or the day before that one, or as long as he had enjoyed wandering the fields behind the family house. He was hesitant, but the forest’s edge beckoned him. It wasn’t long before the trees towered above him, small as he was, their canopies stretching out and covering the sky with their branches. The boy looked in every direction around him, the night still and silent. He entered the forest. There were no animals or bugs, nor the sounds that accompany them, only the whistling of wind through the leaves. Something about the gnarled trunks reminded him of human forms. If he stared long enough he swore he could’ve made out a face, or maybe it was only a trick of the low light. He felt exposed.
Erin LockhartPublished 2 days ago in Fiction
Short Story Segment #1
Have you heard of the rare food cart that only opens when there is snow on the ground? One day it's nowhere to be found, the next, as if blown in with the snow, there it is, serving it's only dish. Frosty Sunlight Tacos.
Robert AneiroPublished 2 days ago in Fiction
Jewel of the Classroom
“Hello, and welcome back. I hope you all read chapter four,” I said, greeting my criminology class. They nodded. “Alright, pop quiz. Who was Wise Guy? I know you already know the answer to this, Jesse, you can put your hand down. How about, Sarah,” I said. Jesse crossed his arms and smiled. He was the smartest student in the classroom, but also had the biggest attitude. I wanted to make sure the other students were learning, so I didn’t always have him answer.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 7
The streets were silent as I slowly passed through them. I watched people come out of their buildings and walk mindlessly towards their work or to their cars, like they were on autopilot. I could see many others gripping their steering wheels tightly, too tightly in some cases, and smoking one puff after the next in rapid succession. These people were stressing themselves out about their day’s tasks before they had even begun, and for a moment I felt better about my situation. As strange as things may have gotten, at least I’m not stuck behind some desk crunching numbers repeatedly for the sake of some corporate overlord who doesn’t even acknowledge my existence as anything but an asset to him, or a drain on resources to be removed if I’m not profitable enough.
Georges-Henri DaiglePublished 3 days ago in FictionSnow You Didn't
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It pained me, but I had to admit it looked nice. I let Val do the reservation this time and I wasn't sure it would work out since she has a record of dropping the ball.
Andrew GavinPublished 4 days ago in Fiction
A Nightmare turned into Serenity!
A week ago, Standall, a high school student, was returning home late at night, humming tunes of old folklore music. All of a sudden, he put brakes on his bicycle because he saw a trail of Blood trickling down the empty dark street, illuminated only by a single street lamp.
Syeda Ayesha ArshadPublished 5 days ago in Fiction
Happier Than Ever
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Have you ever seen the snow fall without any wind? I'm talking zero wind. Not even a whistle. The snowflakes are almost too light to make it to the ground without help. They sort of flounder about en route like they're seeking clearance to land, spending so much time aloft you get dizzy trying to follow any one flake. The air is so still, yet their journey is so frantic. Didn't anyone teach them that gravity is constant?
Rebekah ConardPublished 5 days ago in Fiction
The Perfect Weekend
“We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy, A-frame cabin. It was now less than a minute that Phineas the almighty will have a wonderful weekend getaway. He still couldn’t believe the coupon he got for this AirBnB but everything seemed to line up perfectly with today so he had no worries.” Phineas’s red sedan pulled up the cabin’s seemingly endless clear driveway. He got out when he finally parked and took a second to absorb the snow covered forest surrounding him. He looked back at the unaffected road he had just come from. “Everything lined up perfectly, definitely fate.” He walked over to the trunk and popped it open. A tied-up man laid twisted before him with a piece of tape covering his mouth. He stared up at Phineas with terror in his eyes.
