Horror

Greetings at Midnight
I said prayers at dinner, still firmly believing that if I didn’t, my food might poison me or God would hate me. I sit on my bed now and pray with my sister. I stare at her marine aura swirling with whiffs of iris. She is speaking the words out loud while I repeatedly ask God, in my head, to take away the visions of ghosts and monsters. He never answers me, though.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey27 days ago in Fiction
Tether
It is hot. Hotter than you’ve ever felt, the air smells like electricity and sweat. You spot lightning on the horizon, you feel the thunder before you hear it, your skin feels sensitive, like someone has turned your nerve endings up.
By River and Celia in Underland27 days ago in Fiction
Stitch: Where the Forest meets the Sea. Content Warning.
Bane: You don’t belong here. But you came anyway. Russia is not the place for a man like you to disappear in. Plain and simple.
By Syl De'Vil29 days ago in Fiction
🍂The Shepherd of Lost Women
Before The Reckoning 🍂Blackwater’s a small town, but living here makes it feel so big. The long gravel roads, the stretched-out land that expands as wide as the sky ‘bove it. My home sits in the far corner of Blackwater Road. My long gravel driveway disappears between two walls of pine and oak. Not easily seen, secluded from neighbors and peaceful enough to walk bare naked in your yard. A two-story blue home with lavender ridges, and other hues of purple on the edges of the house. A wide, light-blue porch, a nice size garage and a shed separated from my home. It’s lavender, like the ridges. Girly, I guess but my dad allowed my mom to do what she wanted with the place. He was sweet like that. 🍂
By Nala29 days ago in Fiction
Bloodberry
Bloodberry The red berries remain on the black brier, the villagers do not need them anymore. They wear tiny four-leaved yellow blossoms in their hair instead. You watch your skin stretch thin, and turn translucent over your collarbone. A wet, yellow bud tears through your flesh with a sickening pop. You pull the stem, but your lung lining peels upward with the root; fibrous yellow threads are already braiding themselves through your pectoral muscles. Green shoots force their way up your oesophagus. You cannot scream; your throat is packed with wet, writhing tendrils. Pale sap leaks from your tear ducts as your eyeballs swell under the pressure, golden petals erupt through your ear canals, deafening you with the sound of tearing cartilage.
By Alyson Smith 29 days ago in Fiction
Stitch: The October Vortex. Content Warning.
Dreams are doorways, and tonight one opens in the middle of Beaver Pond. October shouldn’t have sounded like this. Beaver Pond buzzed with cicadas — that thick, electric hum that only happened on the hottest days of summer. Crickets layered beneath them, frantic and constant, like the forest was vibrating. The air hung heavy, wet, pressing against Sara’s skin like a fever.
By Syl De'Vil29 days ago in Fiction
Through And Beyond Smoke
If it’s one thing Jyllmon hates, is driving through the road in extreme darkness. To him, it felt like a horror movie where he had no idea what’s to come. It could be a random deer dashing through the streets, or a helpless woman being chased through the woods, or just simply a broken down car.
By Devond Devoe29 days ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 11. Content Warning.
Ch 11: Payback December 20th, 2024- Basement of the Montgomery Estate, Time: Unknown All the times for my savior to show up, and he chose when I'm chained, frozen to near-death, filthy, and stinking of my pee!
By Rain Dayzeabout a month ago in Fiction
The Old Man Of The Sea
Introduction A wonderfully grotesque image shared by the Enchanted Booklet on Facebook inspired these words. The music is "The Old Man Of The Sea" by Steve Rothery
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
Beckoned By Love
His deep brown eyes stared at Badonesia when she looked over her shoulder. He was a few seats down from her, grinning as he gave a small wave.
By Devond Devoeabout a month ago in Fiction
Silken Inheritance
Stood on the steps, I pushed my leather-gloved hand to lightly knock on the door but as the cowhide met the hard grain surface, the dark of a hallway revealed itself to me. As the light behind me tried in vain to illuminate the path ahead, I could see little else aside from a shadowy couple of doors and a staircase. Dust danced and swayed in the breeze as the autumn morning sun caught it.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Fiction
The Cat Beneath The Tree
The first thing that happened was the tree falling. The tree had been standing in the corner of the living room for three weeks, exactly where it always stood, decorated with the same ornaments we had collected over the years. Glass balls, wooden snowflakes, little silver bells, and the ugly ceramic angel my mother had made when I was a kid. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was ours, and every year I loved the way the lights made the room feel warmer during those cold December nights.
By Ivy Roseabout a month ago in Fiction