Horror
Redemption
In the small town on the outskirts of Blackwood, nestled deep within the misty forests of New England, there was a legend among the townsfolk. Many would speak of the witches who dwelled deep in the shadows where no one would go, their hearts blackened by bitterness and their souls twisted by hate. These witches hated children. They had a high sense of smell. Any time a child was near by the witches would smell the foulest smell you could ever imagine.
Somer KellyPublished 4 days ago in FictionWhispering Voices in the Woods
The woods of whispering voices were a place of mystery and utter dread, where the trees seemed to murmur secrets and the shadows danced with unseen creatures. All the children in the nearby towns knew to stay far away. They were warned by the tales of those who ventured off too deep and never returned.
Somer KellyPublished 4 days ago in FictionEchoes of the Forgotten Manor
In the heart of the dense forest stood an ancient manor, forgotten by time and shrouded in mystery. Its grandeur had long since faded, replaced by a sinister aura that kept all but the bravest souls at bay. Whispered tales spoke of its dark past, of the tragic events that unfolded within its walls, and of the restless spirits that wandered its halls.
QuillQuestPublished 4 days ago in FictionThe Chocolate Witch
Once upon a time, in a land where rivers sparkled with stardust and talking trees guarded ancient secrets, lived a witch named Willa. Unlike the haggard, potion-brewing stereotype, Willa possessed long, flowing silver hair, eyes that shone with the emerald fire of a summer storm, and a laugh that could melt even the frostiest heart. But what truly set her apart was her insatiable sweet tooth, so legendary it earned her the nickname "Willa the Chocolate Witch."
Monnade MixoumPublished 5 days ago in FictionDarkness Defeated: A Tale of Courage and Survival
Late one night, as the moon cast an eerie glow through the trees, I ventured into an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. Shadows danced on the walls, whispering secrets from the past. Every time the floorboards creaked, my heart pounded with fear.
tahiirIbrahim007Published 5 days ago in FictionThe Enchanted Locket
Once upon a time in a small village, there lived a young woman named Amelia. She was known for her kind heart and adventurous spirit. One day, while exploring the woods near her village, Amelia stumbled upon a hidden clearing. What happened? Don’t be bored this little story will let you down in giving you relaxing humor that would light your day.
Mohammed MusaPublished 5 days ago in FictionMaximum Area
Seeing life spark in Mat's tired eyes brought a grin on what should be my face. In a flash my body ascended into the vent where I originally came in through. Mat called out to me before I was out of earshot, "Are we done Z?" Dipping back into the room one last time I said, "For now".
Lucy TorralbaPublished 5 days ago in FictionWind, hate and sorrow
A heart-wrenching scream pierced the cold atmosphere of the night. The night dome went pitch black as even the stars tried to hide from the pain on the mother’s voice. Clouds dissipated and rains found somewhere else to fall.
Victor ChavarriaPublished 6 days ago in FictionInvasion of the Hailstones
Marie was awake. Something had awoken her. She lay there, trying to distinguish what it was. A child crying out? The house creaking? Sometimes, as it cooled down at night after a sunny day, it was almost like it was breathing a sigh of relief, expelling all that warmth in one big crack of sound.
Rachel DeemingPublished 6 days ago in FictionAlone on a Balcony
A techno remix of “The Monster Mash” played throughout the house. A few of the partygoers were dancing, but most were just talking and drinking. Freddy Krueger made out sloppily with a zombie nun, and three separate Barbies were comparing costumes.
Evan PurcellPublished 6 days ago in FictionFrom Dark 'till Dawn
Standing before the painting, appraising the figures, Lucy could not deny the similarities between the woman and herself—the woman holding a baby in absurd white ruffles. Wine-colored hair framed her heart-shaped face and a button nose. She and Lucy shared the same features. Chewing her lip, Lucy moved on, shining her flashlight on the darker areas of the room, snapping pictures with her camera, praying that she had enough memory to get all the images she wanted. Falhurst Manor was an absolute mystery until its caretaker recently passed on. When her friend Lydia called her to explore the legendary time capsule, she had no choice but to take the long drive from the city to see it.
S.N. EvansPublished 8 days ago in FictionMoonlit Menace: A Tale of Scottish Shadows
In the remote reaches of the Scottish Highlands, where whispers of ancient evils dance on the wind, a tale of terror unfolds beneath the pallid glow of the moon. It was a fateful night in the year 1765, when the moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie pallor upon the landscape. Along the desolate road that wound its way between Glenwood and Dunburgh, a stagecoach trundled forward, its passengers unaware of the malevolent force that awaited them in the shadows.
Cesar NaevePublished 8 days ago in Fiction