Horror
A Graveyard Romance
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was our anniversary, and I couldn’t wait to celebrate with my wife. It was nice to get away from the kids for a little while.
Alex H MittelmanPublished about a year ago in FictionPlanet Tetro ~ 89
After the dodge and gaining some distance , we hid amongst some trees . As so we could have the upper hand in our next exchange . Even from a distance we could hear Rhilo yelling out loud ." Hiding won’t work !" We could see where he was because , a strong gust of wind started to circle him as he walked around . He was destroying small trees in his path .Even the big trees were highly damaged . He walked around carefully and slowly while searching for us . As to be cautious for surprise attacks . While he walked around the wind surrounding him casually destroyed his surroundings .
The Isolated Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The GPS kept glitching but the comfort of seeing the final stop filled us with ease.
Planet Tetro ~ Page 88
Rhilo jumped backwards in the air . He waved his fan at the ground . When he did that the wind instantly formed and then turned into a larger green ball . He shot it at the ground and launched his own body into the air to gain great distance from us . Then he spinned really fast again , waving his fan while mid air . Launching two green balls of wind at us this time .
A deal with the devil
Once upon a time I made a deal with the devil. The sky was an inferno of sunlit cloud on the edge of dusk when I found the Book of Yahweh. The desert was an orange ocean hiding stone pages that I prised from the depths of the icy tomb. I grinned, licking my lips as I recognised the ancient script.
Mhairi CampbellPublished about a year ago in FictionGrandma Martha
It’s another hectic morning in the Richards household in the old farmhouse down Township Road 480 in rural Connecticut. The kids are getting ready for school, alternating sharing the bathroom between brushing teeth and peeing before the long bus ride into town. Gillian, the wife, finishes blow drying her hair and yells Goodbye! to the kids as they run out the door. She gets dressed and heads into the kitchen, throwing two multigrain slices of bread into the toaster.
Kendra MaryaPublished about a year ago in FictionToo High
“Molly! You’re going too high!” Sam whined as she struggled to climb up after her sister, “I can’t even see you anymore!” Molly rolled her eyes and scoffed. She knew Sam could see her, she could feel her stubby little fingers on the back of her heel every other branch.
Sukie HarperPublished about a year ago in FictionLest His Fire Cools Down
“We’re just not getting through to them,” muttered He Who Goes By Many Names, “and that’s got to change. Do you hear me?” He “raised his Voice”, which sent tectonic-scale tremors in waves, throughout his domain — “DO YOU?!” — to paralyze his unwilling charges, or else, to galvanize them into taking action, depending upon his preference of the moment.
Don't look inside
I was going to fill up the tank on my way home. I'm running on less than a quarter tank. It's only Tuesday, so the gas prices would have gone up since Sunday when I planned to go along with a grocery run, but the wife did the Uber Eats thing instead. She's obsessed with some tv show I lost interest in six episodes earlier. How do I break the news to her?
Earl CarrièrePublished about a year ago in FictionWhat rots a house?
First it starts slow. You might not even notice it at first thought. Vines creeping up start out as decorations. They bring smiles and joy, leaves and fruit. They reach windows, trellises, flower boxes. Starting out as green and full of life they reach the roof before long. Clawing at the attic, where memories and love lives, reminding us of our past and our present. Before long they become hard. Woody. Covered with scars and knotted bark. The leaves die-off slowly and fall, berries sour and fall, landing where no one will see them, sinking slowly into the soft ground.
Michael HarrisonPublished about a year ago in FictionDoctor Gramma
When mirror regards mirror which is the reflection? This question popped into my mind when I had the misfortune to stumble onto the doctor’s experiment.
C. Rommial ButlerPublished about a year ago in FictionSurprise!
Day One I often gaze out the window and imagine the sun’s warmth on my skin. I haven’t experienced sunshine in days… or has it been weeks? Months? I can’t go out there. Out into the harsh world? No. No, it isn’t for me. Or I am not for it. Either way, I stay safely behind these windowpanes.
Julie HillPublished about a year ago in Fiction