Horror
My Rear View
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I smiled into the rearview mirror at the Corporal, quickly returning my attention to highway driving. It is 2023, late March, and my thoughts are on future car rallies, show and shine events and many car-related ideas.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Fiction
The Haunted House: A Tale of Ghostly Intrigue
Emily stood outside the haunted house, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. She had done it. She had broken the curse that had kept Elizabeth trapped within the walls of the house for over a century. The ghosts that had once haunted the house were gone, and a sense of peace had settled over the property.
By Afsal Shajiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Haunted House: A Tale of Ghostly Intrigue
Emily couldn't believe her luck. She had always dreamed of encountering a ghost, but she never imagined that she would actually be able to help one. She looked at the ghostly woman, Elizabeth, and felt a sense of determination wash over her. She was going to help Elizabeth escape from the haunted house.
By Afsal Shajiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Haunted House: A Tale of Ghostly Intrigue
It was a beautiful autumn day when Emily first laid eyes on the old, abandoned house. The leaves had turned to shades of gold and red, and the crisp air smelled of wood smoke and pumpkin spice. Emily was on her way to the farmer's market, walking along the winding country road when she saw it. It was a rambling old mansion, with tall chimneys and a weathered facade that had seen better days. It looked like it had been deserted for years, with overgrown gardens and broken windows. Emily couldn't resist the temptation to explore, and so she made her way up the path to the front door.
By Afsal Shajiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Malevolent Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. After a year of putting up with my noisy neighbours in a shoe box studio I had recently moved into a brand new apartment just outside the city where I was looking forward to knuckling down and getting some serious writing done in my new tranquil surrounds.
By Matthew Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
A Fine Girl
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I just stared into the blank abyss of eyes that seemed hollow. Cheekbones rounded and yet sunken in where a strong profile once existed. A double chin and more gray hair completed a portrait that I did not recognize. I stepped back from the face who watched me and looked at the rest of the mirror, a gift from my father along with his cognac set, a notebook of his favorite quotes and a bottle of liquor still wrapped in Christmas paper even though I rarely drank. He did also leave me this cottage in a small village off the Maine coast.
By C. H. Richardabout a year ago in Fiction