The Last Josh
I've been in a coma for the last six months. I was fortunate, they say. The semi-truck that hit my car killed my mother and my fiancee but spared me. Well, not spared, I guess. I had two broken legs, a shattered collar bone, and I was in a persistent vegetative state for six months, three weeks, and two days. I awoke on April twenty-sixth, two thousand twenty-one.
I obsessively watched her standing there alone in the dark. The silver moonlight flickered on her dark, raven hair like a million tiny diamonds. Her pale blue eyes were thoughtful and attentive to the darkness before her. Her succulent, pouting lips had the appearance of a fine, red wine. I had forgotten just how well-formed and beautiful she was. Knowing that I would never see her again made her seem even more captivating.
Blood ain’t red when it runs down a sink. In the movies, they always make it bright, bursting red, but it’s not actually like that. It goes a little yellow once it starts slipping away, retreating like a coward.
I met Kevin, my blind date, last week online. Both of us love haunted houses, so we're heading to a creepy old mansion near my condo for our first outing. The millionaire, who owns the house, throws a spooky shindig every month on the full moon. This year Halloween landed on a super blue moon, and we thought it would be cool to check it out. We're here said Kevin, as we pulled up to the mansion's rusty old gates. Slowly they began to open, letting us drive through.
Vaya con Dios Maria
“Good morning, Juliana,” I say. She doesn’t hear me or she’s just being rude, either way, she doesn’t answer me. We’ve been working together for years now. She works in produce, I’m a cashier. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time she’s said two words to me.
My Love Affair with Dario Argento
I became slightly obsessed with Italian horror director Dario Argento about five years ago. I don’t know how it happened – we were only ever casual acquaintances before.
Light gently permeated this foreign place from incandescent pinheads in the far off distance, entire galaxies unknown to man spaced far yet not so few between. Clouds of gaseous blue and purple detonations mottled across this great beyond, surpassing the grasp of one’s ability to imagine it’s scope, let alone handle an understanding of such phenomena. My head, both light and lagging, revolved across this vast spacescape in awe, temporarily unaware of the absurdness of my situation as I sheepishly peered into the glory of both past and present. As my gaze descended my eyes caught my pale feet, wide and naked, firmly planted on an imperceptible plain. A torrent of ice began to stretch from behind my eyes up and backward, a measured waltz from neuron to the next which promptly dissipated as it’s travel found the nape of my neck. My lips curled as my mouth cracked in horror letting out a scream, a scream that came up silent as if I were an actor in one of those silent film reels I’d seen as a child.
Vampires: Literature and Pop Culture
Looking into how most supernatural characters are perceived in literature, it strays far from what pop culture has seen as a being who is sickly pale with an unstoppable bloodlust. Although there's a comparison to the common supernatural being in both literature and pop culture, there are various characteristics that would set them apart. The regal interpretation within William Polidori’s The Vampyre and looking into the Salvatore brothers of L.J. Smith’s The Vampire Diaries these comparisons of vampires can also be separated by their complete differences based on the author’s perception. Withing William Polidori’s The Vampyre, this short story is described as a man of high society rather than going into the normal depiction of a typical vampire; an individual with pale skin and blood lust but can only appear during nightfall (one that fits the description a Nosferatu vampire). Although this has changed during the times of literature that tells of certain aspects of the horror or supernatural, Polidori gives this being the physicality of a high ranked nobleman in Victorian society "His peculiarities caused him to be invited to every house... though its form and outline were beautiful, many female hunters after notoriety attempted to win his attention." (Polidori)
Spooky Childhood tales
A Story to be told There was an old story I was told at girls' camp when I was a teen. It was often said at the close of the night. There was this small log cabin in the woods and in it lived a man whose real name had been lost. In other variations, have him as a logger, and he chopped his legs off accidentally. which earned the same name. Anyway, he was a hermit or a cannibal. In the main one, he kidnapped a girl from a camp not too far from his place. He killed her but kept her feet as a souvenir. Which earned him the name of stumpy. He then did it to the rest of the girls camping with her. he was never caught, and his spirit is said to haunt to woods near cedar city, Utah.
‘A Quiet Place Part II’ Movie Review
In director John Krasinski’s sequel to the 2018 runaway horror hit, the now-widowed Evelyn Abbott (Emily Blunt) and her three children, oldest Regan (Millicent Simmonds), middle child Marcus (Noah Jupe), and infant (unnamed and unattributed), find a reluctant ally in Emmett (Cillian Murphy), an old family friend turned expert survivalist. When the kids figure out that there are people hiding out on an island that’s supposedly uninhabited by the monsters, they find a glimmer of hope. But it turns out that the killer alien creatures aren’t the only adversaries they’ll have to face.
Isidoro takes a refreshing inhalation of the cool mountain air as he hikes along the trails in a quiet wooded area. He had worked sixteen days consecutively and was ready for a calm, relaxing day all alone with nature -- hiking, bird watching, and skinny-dipping in the lake.
For Mike Noriss Radmer never liked the desert. He just couldn’t go home. After serving in Desert Storm, he finished college but stayed in the National Guard, then went back to full active duty after that. Tours in Iraq again, then Afghanistan until an IED put shrapnel in his leg and he was sent home. But home to what? He barely talked to his family and the only girls he knew were fellow soldiers and local women who would hang around base trying to attract GIs. So he came back on his own, with the piece of shrapnel that on most days dug into his knee, wedged snug in the middle of everything like an unwanted passenger.
A glimmer. That is what caught her eye. A small gleam in an otherwise bleak world. Shifting through the rubble of what once was a home, Dawn had found a small heart-shaped locket that had been lost under the wreckage. She almost laughed at the irony of it all. A lack of love is what led to her scrounging for supplies in abandoned buildings.
For Angel Greer Radmer never handled a body before. As a sniper he had killed his share of people, mostly men, but a few women and one child who had a bomb. Also, comically, a cow, a horse, and a camel, each on separate missions. He killed the cow to create a distraction, the horse was in the way of his target, and he shot the camel so it would fall on his target. That was his favorite kill – it was like a Looney Toons cartoon. But he never handled a body. He simply killed, confirmed the kill, and walked or drove away.
The Last of Humanity
I don't really know where to begin nor do I know if this will even be heard, and if it is heard I do not know what the relevance will be to the listener in terms of worth. What is worth these days anyway.i guess a good a place as any to start would be with the date and year and a little bit about my self My name is Walter last name unimportant irrelevant really something I stored in the recesses of my mind long ago to numb the pain, I am excuse me was a police officer, it's funny something that once held so much significance in my life is now little more than a tidbit. currently it is the year 2055 September 8th
Julian Black Horror Story.
Dare you sleep after you have read this. I wanted to write a horror story but I had no Idea how to go about this I wanted it to have a theme of it of the supernatural and it would have to include a Ouija board. I have always been a huge of the Exorcist 1973 and it is a film that has always fascinated me because it deals with dark forces that are all a part of our universe the trouble starts when we connect with these forces or if they connect with us that is when the supernatural comes into our lives and we are in trouble.
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