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Hunters Gather.
The prey had been too sure of itself - too secure of its place in a world which had been lightened somewhat by the brightening dawn. That had always been his time. The time in-between night and day; of quiet and solitude, where all was still and caution lay forgotten. This time had been no different.
Ygraine RodgersPublished 3 years ago in HorrorSaving Grace
Twigs snap under my feet, no matter how much I wish to step silently. My breath turns to fog as it leaves my lips, the cold December air creeps under my cloak looking for exposed skin. I hear a distant shout from behind me, to the west I think, they've found my trail.
Charlotte JonesPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Gifts of Midnight Blue
The wall of sound, of shrieks, tweets, and squawks, had subsided for the day. Alex was quite accustom to the racket but relished these gentle pauses just before closing. Before he headed home for the day, his pet store would flip from chaotic pheromone-fueled menagerie to a personal oasis where he could get lost in a musty old book, such as Beowulf or The Odyssey.
Nocturnal Witness
This night was no different than a handful of nights before. Many moons in between, yes, but the feathered one had already been a witness. Nearly ten feet below, a struggle ensued, one-sided as it was. Outside, the wind alternately roared and whispered through the trees, sounds from the most visceral nightmares. As the temperatures dropped, the diffident fowl sought warmth in the tightest rafters of the barn. The familiar face below belonged to a man in his forties, with a slight build, hunched over, and fighting to drag a cumbersome object inside the barn. Under the night raptor's watchful green eyes, the recognizable man revealed a body beneath him.
Mary Beth HelmsPublished 3 years ago in HorrorOwl Eyes
Fred leans against a tree. He pants, clutches his chest. Unsteady on his legs, he rests a hand on the trunk. The bark crumbles under his fingers. The decay jolts him; his legs quake under the fright that consumes him, and he collapses on a bed of dead leaves. The entire forest screams of his impending doom. It tries to silence his yearning for rest and reprieve. Though he knows what is to come, he can’t curtail his hope. He rights himself.
Toni-IslandWriter GlennPublished 3 years ago in HorrorA Lily for the Earl of Owls
The cool of the dark room floods over Lily. Damp air surrounds her as she stands with her head down and her eyes covered. Her heart is racing anxiously though she’s standing in still silence. After some time passes without a sound, she feels emboldened to attempt removing the blindfold. Reaching up, she unties the fabric around her head, it falls away as Lily opens her eyes. The fabric gently hits the floor drawing her gaze to focus downward. Beneath the blindfold at her feet, she sees hand hewn cobblestone floors covered in a residue of the layers of times gone by.
Yiskah LaureolaPublished 3 years ago in HorrorNight Prey
The old owl, worn and weathered by the years, perched atop of the large barn at the back of Hank’s property. Hank had just turned onto the long drive that would lead him back to the barn. The barn where the owl waited and watched nightly. Their usual routine had grown into a comfortable fit for both of them. As Hank would get out of his old van and grab his take for the night he never failed to look up and greet the owl with a little “Hello Jim.” Hank had been calling the old owl Jim since he inherited the property from his father eight years ago.
Cindy BarnesPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe road
The road wasn’t any different from the last time they had travelled it. They travelled this way often, and each time the woman would strive to find new markings to measure the journey by, yearning for something novel to pass the time. Sometimes she felt that each day was measured by the journeys taken along the road. They travelled this way so often that sometimes she dreamt of it; in her dreams they would take the last turning and drive along a path filled with trees dripping with emeralds, gilded summer air filling her lungs.
Warning Signs
13-year-old Hannah’s heart stopped when she saw the sign nailed to a post inside the barn. She ran away from home hoping to avoid danger, not walk straight to it. The sign read, “Hello trespasser and traveler. If you are reading this then it is too late.”
Mac HernandezPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Night Owl Princess
Some hundred years ago, there was a princess, skin black as the night sky and thick, charcoal hair braided and wound down her back. Quick on her feet and sharp in the mind, she had just come of age to be married. She had her own ideas of marriage independent of her parents. But the King and Queen must consider political partnerships as the highest priority over their daughter’s happiness. The King had thus chosen a suitable husband twice her age, the prince of Telum. Telum was adjacent to their state, Nox. The prince held a solid mind and had a good hand for the sword, but most importantly, his state manufactured and distributed most of the weapons in the country.
Wanying ZhangPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Night Shift
Randelyn L. Snow January 19, 2021 The Night Shift After supper, Norman pushed open the screen door and took his usual spot at the end of the porch, his legs dangling over the worn and splintered edge. The sun had already disappeared, but the earth still radiated the heat from the feverish summer sun. He felt the long sweetgrass tickle his bare feet and he reached down and plucked a piece and began chewing it thoughtlessly. His eyes adjusted to the dimming light and he surveyed the fading shadows as they rapidly blended into the shades of night. He swung his feet playfully, twirling the sweetgrass with his fingers, unconsciously lost in his thoughts as the stars punched their light, one by one, through the blackened canvas.
Randelyn SnowPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Happening
"Damn. Mom would be so disappointed." Was the last thing that crossed my mind as my life finished flashing before my eyes.
Daciana McCromaigPublished 3 years ago in Horror