Horror
Blood Money
Jesse watched the clock on the dashboard. 2:47 a.m. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly, they ached against the worn leather. Beside him, in the passenger seat laid a plain black duffel bag containing two burner phones, a key card, and an envelope filled with fifty thousand dollars freshly printed on crisp hundred dollar bills.
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 2. Content Warning.
Ch 2: Innocent Dylan December 12th, 2024- Undisclosed location, approximate time: 8:45 PM Diablo, that's what people call me. I was once Dylan Aldridge, a broke, violent, homeless teenager. Fuck, that feels like a lifetime ago. Nowadays, I live secluded, yet comfortably. Known for my animal-like aggression and killing methods. To those on the outside looking in, I am a demon.
By Rain Dayze2 months ago in Fiction
Last Call: Vampire Hunters Unite
Enter the Hunt for Vampires and Demons Since we must free all demons from their evil and from hell, we are attracted to the goals of freedom, justice, and peace, especially for the souls of lost children. Our goal is not to eradicate demons but to liberate them. Rise up, this is your call for action.
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne2 months ago in Fiction
A Shortcut at Night through a Desolate Landscape. Top Story - August 2026.
Phillip crushed a sizzling red butt into the roadside gravel with the tip of his sneaker. He’d stopped to call home, but it had been hours since he was in civilization and cell reception was useless.
By Amos Glade2 months ago in Fiction
The Shower
On Board He was down on his luck and saw an advert in the paper. It was to take part in a trial which would involve being monitored on a two week Caribbean cruise. A suit and wardrobe would be provided on the cruise so he would fit in with the clientele and not be noticed by them. He had to follow certain patterns but nothing too rigorous.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Command
August 18. 43 degrees Celsius. Sweltering heat, 50 km/h winds and a hazy red hue of smoke filled the Okanagan air. News and weather reports reverberated a similar sentiment on the hour, every hour: An uncontrollable wildfire near Myra, British Columbia is the worst the Okanagan has ever experienced throughout it's history. The fire's blaze incinerated flora and fauna alike as well as any animals that may not have been able to escape it's hellish flames. Animals that did escape had the freewill to do so - unlike, Copper. She had no way to flee nor the desire to disobey her master.
By Tony Stone2 months ago in Fiction
My Last Call. Top Story - August 2026.
Tuesday nights were always the same. Small groups of people meandered in and found a table or a booth. Individuals normally migrated to a stool at the bar where they knew Ollie. The bartender was always available to engage in a friendly conversation or to lend a sympathetic ear. Friday and Saturday nights were too busy for him to socialize, but as for the rest of the week, he never ignored a customer’s need for a drink and good chat.
By Mark Gagnon2 months ago in Fiction
