thriller
Forsaken Saint
I can hear my horror movie ring tone going off on this wonderful Saturday night. It’s my new friends Marla, Stokely, Evan and Freeman. They’re texting me to come outside so I can go with them to this party they’ve been talking about for the longest time. I haven’t been to a good party in a long. I guess because I’ve spent most of my life as an alter boy. I can still hear my father’s voice saying “Steven you better get your hind-end on the church bus or you’re grounded for a week.”
By Joe Pattersonabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK
Chapter One: The Stranger I am writing this in the hope that whoever reads it will make better decisions than I ever did. My name is Brandon Dune, and until one cold November evening, I was an ordinary twenty-seven-year-old man working late shifts at a convenience store three blocks from my apartment. I wasn’t particularly happy with my life, but I wasn’t miserable either. I simply wanted to earn enough money to pay my rent without having to worry about where my next meal would come from.
By Siya A. Jaya day ago in Fiction
Bermuda Turista
Dumont, Sierra, Kevin and Nicole are getting ready for their day trip sailing around the Bermuda Triangle. “Are you ready, my turistas?” Sierra yelled with joy as she put her bags in the back of Kevin’s jeep. “I know I am.” Dumont began. “I mean, who isn’t ready to go to one of the most suspect and scariest locations of all time for a day.” He concluded sarcastically as he put his bags next to Sierra’s in Kevin’s jeep. “Easy D-money.” Kevin laughed. “Has it really been proven that the Bermuda Triangle is really that bad?” Kevin asked. “You tell em’, baby boo.” Nicole co-signed. “But then again, there is the story of the Bermuda Turista.” Dumont added.
By Joe Patterson4 days ago in Fiction
We Don't Talk to Edith Thompson Part 1. Content Warning.
Hello everyone, and welcome to Spooky Season Eve! Just kidding, but Halloween is, in fact, only 11 days away. It was for this reason that I wrote this short story last year. The story was one of my first since joining Inkitt, but I have uploaded it in various places for readers' enjoyment. I present to you: We Don't Talk to Edith Thompson, a mysterious, thrilling tale about a mother and daughter moving to a new town. Enjoy and stay spooky!
By Rain Dayze5 days ago in Fiction
The Last Train to Nowhere
The station was almost empty when Eleanor arrived. It was 11:47 p.m. The fluorescent lights flickered above the platform, and a cold wind moved through the tunnels. Eleanor checked the departure board, but the words seemed to change every time she looked at them.
By Silvia Felaco8 days ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 22. Content Warning.
Ch 22: Through Guts and Hellfire Dylan December 25th, 2024- Abandoned Orphanage- 7:03 PM Her words set me ablaze with passion. Our lips collided in a feverish embrace; something I've desperately missed these past two days. She wanted to feel alive? Oh, she gave me permission to unleash the beast within.
By Rain Dayze11 days ago in Fiction
