Horror
Through a Mirror Darkly
I knew I shouldn’t have attended this party, but Susan begged me to. Of course, as usual, she abandoned me as soon as we got in the door. So, I found a dark corner of the room to sit in.
Mother CombsPublished 9 days ago in FictionWake Up Dad, Please
"Wake up Dad." It was all Cathy could say. She had arrived at the hospital less than a minute ago. Beep, Beep, Beep The noise of the life support machine filled her with dread. She glared at the breathing mask over her dad's face.
Carol TownendPublished 9 days ago in FictionNightmare
I wander into the massive, eighteen-floor mall, and look up. I can see all the way up to the ceiling of the building, through the empty core around which the walkways of each level turn. The skylight is pale grey with dust, and casts a white glow down through the tiers to the ground floor, where there are hundreds of people milling around. I stand alone, my hands buried in my pockets, a ring of space around me. I am the eye of an empty storm. I walk slowly down the length of the mall, the dark sea of people parting around me. I look up again. As the floors go higher, fewer and fewer people are leaning over the walkway railings to look down at this seething tide of humanity. I look around, my face blank and empty as I search for an elevator. The clean walls and slick tile floor look like any other mall, with bright gold storefronts, clothes in the windows, little arrangements of flowers and chocolates, and the occasional vending stand looming dimly above the heads of the crowd.
ThatOne_GirlPublished 9 days ago in FictionThe Spirit Box (2)
Chapter 2: Twin Robbers I got to work and took a deep breath. I discreetly took out the spirit box and inhaled John so I could convince the chief I felt great. I walked to chief’s office and asked the chief what the assignment was for today.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 9 days ago in FictionTop of The World
Mateo’s heart raced as he felt his leg sink into the decaying roof, his grip tightening around his camera and a bottle of Coke. The soda splashed, momentarily distracting him from the sharp pain stabbing his thigh. He watched helplessly as the bottle rolled off the roof’s edge.
Arshad MecciPublished 9 days ago in FictionThe Reflected Ghost
I don't know when it started, and I don't know if it is real or just my fevered imagination. I don't know. I'm not sure.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 9 days ago in FictionBloodthirst
I dreaded opening the package that had just been delivered to my door by a special courier. It was the third this week and the tenth this month alone. It was only the fourteenth of the month, too, so I just knew there was more to come or something terrible would happen soon, one way or another.
Mother CombsPublished 9 days ago in FictionThe Spirit Box
Chapter One: Spirit Boxing I’m Detective Fred Byrne, Jr., and this is my story. I’m a detective by trade, but boxing is my true passion. I was one of the better amateur boxers at the bar down the street from the station. I boxed during fight night at The Blue Mercury bar and grill. They hosted a ‘fight night,’ every night during the week, but ‘fight week’ doesn’t sound right for marketing.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 10 days ago in FictionWhispers of Moonlight
In the heart of a forgotten town, where the cobblestone streets whispered tales of bygone days and the stars painted the sky with their ethereal glow, there lived a vampire boy named Ji-Hoon Moonshadow. His existence was a solitary one, haunted by the shadows of his past and the insatiable hunger that gnawed at his very essence. But amidst the darkness that surrounded him, there flickered a glimmer of hope—a yearning for something more, something he scarcely dared to believe in.
Battle For The Moon
Introduction: Our planet is on the brink of another devastating World War. While it's terrifying to imagine the realities this conflict could bring to people all over the world, this time it could play out on a battlefield unlike any other: space. Which nations would be the main cosmic combatants? What kinds of never-before-seen weaponry would be used? And would it ever end? This is "What If," and here's what would happen if World War III was fought in space.
Christera ChinyeakaPublished 10 days ago in FictionWhispers of the Forbidden Forest
In the ancient city of Ujjain, ruled by the wise and just King Vikramaditya. One day, a mystic sorcerer approached the king with a request that seemed simple yet bizarre: to fetch a corpse hanging from a tree in a desolate forest—the body that Betal, a wily spirit, inhabited.Motivated by the promise that fulfilling this request would bring prosperity to his kingdom, Vikramaditya agreed. As night fell, he ventured into the eerie forest, guided only by the flickering light of his torch. Upon reaching the tree, he found the corpse, seemingly ordinary yet imbued with an unsettling aura.As soon as Vikramaditya slung the corpse over his shoulder, the body came to life—it was Betal, ready to test the king's resolve and wisdom. Betal struck a deal: he would tell Vikramaditya a story during their journey back to the city, ending with a riddle. If the king knew the answer but chose to remain silent, his head would shatter into a thousand pieces. However, every time Vikramaditya answered correctly, Betal would return to the tree, forcing the king to begin his quest anew.The first story Betal narrated was about a noble king who had three queens. Unfortunately, none were able to bear him a child. In his quest for an heir, the king met a sage who gave him a magical fruit, promising that it would bless him with progeny. The king, however, faced a dilemma over which queen deserved the fruit, leading to a cascade of events fueled by jealousy and deceit.As the tale ended, Betal posed his question: "Which queen deserves the magical fruit, and why?" The moral and ethical layers of the question were profound. King Vikramaditya, with his sharp intellect and keen sense of justice, decoded the motives of the queens and solved the riddle, explaining his reasoning in meticulous detail.True to his word, as soon as Vikramaditya spoke, Betal vanished back to the tree, leaving the king in the middle of the dark, whispering forest. Undeterred, Vikramaditya returned to fetch Betal, his resolve unbroken.This cyclical challenge of storytelling and riddle-solving continued, with each story more intriguing and complex than the last, testing the king's wisdom, ethics, and perseverance.
Dalwant Bahadur SinghPublished 10 days ago in FictionThe Story of False Gods
The ship's log would go down in history stating that Captain John Tanner was the first to set foot on the newfound lands. But history, as often noted, can be more fiction than fact. Tanner was a pragmatist, a man who valued survival over the hollow ideals of bravery and honor. His crew, largely made up of convicts and misfits pressed into naval service, would describe him as reliable, though this praise was given cautiously, devoid of further embellishments.
Arshad MecciPublished 10 days ago in Fiction