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Spring Allergies
This is the first short story I ever wrote, a sort of challenge to see if I could do it. It became a very long story that has been edited many times over the years. Some of the ideas in it are outdated, like tabloid magazines at the grocery checkout. All we see now are celebrity gossip rags. But the underlying question of how you respond when your world is falling apart remains.
LUCINDA M GUNNINPublished 3 years ago in HorrorEating my experiences (14)
TOME 15 The walk towards downtown was peaceful and we enjoyed catching up to one another. I walked hand in hand with Zach, an act that brings up old memories of me crying in his arms over now seemingly trivial problems involving my mother. He is a kind and calming soul which I am glad to have retrieved. He would often catch me smiling up at him and tease me lightly. Just like old times.
L.D. MalachitePublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Wolf Man
"Even a man who is pure in heart, and says his prayers by night; May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright." --The Wolf Man (1941)
Truth or Dare?
“Truth or Dare?” Allie grinned at me, her face barely visible in the moonlight. My mouth was dry from anticipation and I felt a tickle in my throat as the dust from the corners of the abandoned cabin swirled around us. I coughed loudly. “What?”
R.A. AndersonPublished 3 years ago in HorrorDark-Haired Dead Girl
It is a strange and crazy thing to see the other side of the veil. My gift isn't as strong as others. I have to close my eyes before I can activate my third eye. I can only see when I can't see. Today, I will share a story about a dark-haired dead girl and what transpired when we first met.
Jennifer S. BensonPublished 3 years ago in HorrorHer
Her Her hands trembled as she reached for it. She knew it was wrong to go through other people's belongings, but she felt such an unavoidable temptation. It was clear, if she saw what was inside, there was no going back. There was no life before this. Nothing to stop her from pursuing what would come after opening the book. She hesitated, pulled back - and eventually, reached her hand out – ever so slightly. She picked up the book. She opened it. The first line of wording on the first page scared her. She immediately put the book down. She walked away.
Brittanee LoomisPublished 3 years ago in Horrorblack cats & crossed paths
I am called the thieves daughter, in the dark of night throughout the mossy fog lit forest it is well known. Not that many take any mind of it, and of those who do, even fewer are affected. It’s just me and my magic small black journal where I make magic come to life. I live with my mom, she’s works hard but also is marked with this status. She tells me if the superstitions but not the ones you have heard in your world. In your world when a cat crosses your path, then you are fated to have a run in with some bad luck. I have brought many a black cats to life in my little journal. They are guides and protectors. Here we cross black cats and they stare into our souls from their glassy eyed cage. To cross a black cat is a sign of honor, you must make sure to humbly look them in the eye to have your soul scoured. They know better then anyone how to see the truth. Don’t take up too much of their time, don’t overstay your truth. But see it reflected back to you and acknowledge the greatness in their indifferent wisdom.
I Painted My Feet Red
I lie on the cold, tiled floor watching Director Mika’s tail drag behind her. She paces in a circle, and records her thoughts. The bright light gleams on her scales, making them appear more orange then cool red.
The Dead Man's Chest
dead man's chest He was just drunk enough to tell the story. The lightening crashed and he dumped the dregs onto the coals.
Elle PepperPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMagnolia
July 17th, 1998 Long fingers dragged across the soot covered curve of the banister. I caressed the old wood and tapped along it like ivory piano keys. Everything was in ruin, the curtains, once heavy scarlet brocade, now fell in blackened whisps like burnt spiderwebs. The heel of my satin pump was broken off, it’s jagged edge making a rhythmic thumping as I moved across the room. Spinning, I watched the taffeta tear and the smell of burnt hair crescendoed in my senses. Arms outstretched I spun like a swan with singed feathers, letting my body move with the music only I seemed to hear crackling from the old record player in the corner. I watched my wide eyes in the window, or what was left of it, my face fragmented in the shards of glass. The chandelier on the ceiling moaned above me, sending her crystalline tears smattering the floor. I remember my mother’s pearls making the same sound when the strand broke off her neck. I recall watching them roll under her dressing table one by one, their opalescent glow seemed drawn to the shadows. Her fingers reached underneath, inching around like a copper colored spider, but she only found the sharp end of a hat pin. I had waited until she had left before reaching under myself. She had darted from the room, sucking her wounded finger and smearing a little blood on the corner of her mouth. I lifted my skirt and bent to my knees, holding out my hand for a moment until I felt one of those pearls roll right into it. I closed my fist around it like a small pink clam and when I finally opened it again, the pearl was red.
Camille BoudreauPublished 3 years ago in HorrorWrong Wish
On this beautiful summer day, as I drive through this windy road with so much bushland and rainforest with my windows down, I can feel the breeze blow through my hair.
Nice Guy
I am a nice guy, a good person. Sure, yes, I do sometimes do bad things, but so does everyone else. I’ve had bad things done to me, and I’ve done bad things to others, but I try to learn from those mistakes, and I think that makes me a good person. Better, in fact, than most.
Tim PierpontPublished 3 years ago in Horror