Series
Thomas Returns . Content Warning.
A scream echoed through the woods, shattering the silence over the top of the trees. Screams gutted the air like a knife and made your heart ache. It was clear she was afraid, possibly fighting for her life. The screams escaped through hard sobs, begging anyone for help. Ears flicked back and forth as they listened to the screams. Noses twitching, eyes darting through the forest searching for the source of the pain. They scoured until one deep and loud meow alerted the rest of cats that they had found the creature under attack. They scrambled through the forest, darting between rocks and brush. They listened to the trees that grew at Thomas's feet telling them where they could find him. Their yowls echoed, screaming to the trees that someone was in trouble. Soon they could hear him.
By Anjolene Bozeman 3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Avenge. Content Warning.
On the stage, DJ Cratftsman streamed another song and cut it up. TSL walked out to the stage to great fanfare and applause. The crowd shouted back his lyrics. The harsh, dense lyricsim of his drill raps concerned his proper relationship with his girlfriend and his good relationship with his father as well.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The Pastel Prairie
Regaining consciousness was like swimming up through thick sludge. After a long struggle, the old man finally opened his eyes. He thought he had been dreaming something terrible; he was shivering, his sweat-soaked pajamas clung to his bony frame.
By Mark E. Cutter3 years ago in Fiction
THE ACTS OF WITCHES
THE ACTS OF WITCHES CHAPTER 3 "Ewo! Gbe ebo yen sile ti o ba fe s'ofo emi e ni ojiji!" One of the witches screamed as I was about to drop the ebo. My hands became shaky as the igba Almost dropped. I was already half bent, close to the ground. I paused and bent my head in fear. I had looked around to be sure no one was there. So, where could those women had come from? They all laughed hysterically at the same timing, rhythm and tempo. They stopped laughing at the same time too, like a rehearsed exercise. I summoned the courage to look up. I stood and looked straight at them with the courage of a man whose life depended on just that last effort. I explained why I had brought the ebo and how important it was to save my only brother's life. They laughed again. One of them who seemed like their leader walked slowly towards me. I almost ran away but for my resolve to save booda Tunji. She placed her left hand on my right shoulder and a cold shudder ran down my spine. I was practically shaking. Sweating even in the cold and breezy night. "Wo! se o ri egbon re ti o fe se irapada fun yi, ki n se ero aiye yi mo. O ti di oku" "You see this your brother you want to redeem, he's no longer a living being. He's already a dead person" She explained. At that instance, I screamed. It flipped through my mind to call the name of Jesus, but I had already jettisoned the thought of calling on God for help since no pastor was able to save my brother. So, I was left to myself and the believe that the Ifa priest had the solution to the problem. "Iya, e jowo. E bami da emi egbon mi pada. Oun nikan ni omo iya soso ti mo ni l'aiye" I pleaded with her to save my brother but she laughed again. Then, she turned to the other witches and started asking them the parts of my brother's body each of them, and other witches in their coven had eaten. They all mentioned parts, and names of people with the parts they ate. A name resounded in my head. Iya Labake was mentioned. I doubted my hearing ability and asked again. They all laughed and never gave me any response. Within a blinking of the eyes, they all disappeared. Dear reader, after reading please leave a ♥️ and a comment. Don't forget to follow me for more interesting stories
By raphwrites3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Molly Greenwell . Content Warning.
As Jamie's arms wrapped around me from behind, the heat of the flames danced against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His voice, smooth and seductive, sent a thrill through me unlike anything I had ever felt before.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Fiction
On the Eve of the Hunt - II
We stand in rows, sweating through our finest clothes. The Queen always chooses a fine Spring day for this. The boys are gravely suited, as for a funeral. We girls are foisted into silly dresses as for a high festival. I suppose it's both.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Whimsy's Call
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the cacophony of honking horns and bustling crowds, there lived a young woman named Alice. With her wild mane of untamed curls and eyes that sparkled with boundless curiosity, Alice was a dreamer in a world that often felt all too real.
By Sahil Lathwal3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Light Ray. Content Warning.
Boots crunched through the snow. It was twenty eight degrees Fahrenheit outside. With his lawyer, TSL ascended the steps and reached the door, kicked his boots against the door and took off his peacoat and flashed the ring that he was commissioned to wear.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
