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Book of Black Bargains
Book Of Black Bargains By: Terra Buttry January 30,2021 Blackened ashes fall around my feet and I know all is lost, but I keep holding onto this moment. This utter feeling of such remorse and self loathe it is almost too much to stomach. I had it all. Right in the palm of my limp wristed hand. I in this exact moment am unsure if I ever want to be me again. Superstitions have never led me this close to failure and here it is. My instinctual feels all wrong and foreboding thoughts of ill repute is my new now. That Little Black Book and everything it stands for…. And now I am only left with my hopeless soulless self and I ask away like a machine gun stuck on it’s firing pin, sending a spray of bulllets into all life forces and the like PEW PEW PW PE PWE PEW!!!!
Terra ButtryPublished 3 years ago in HorrorAlone: The Beginning of the End
The fact was, she knew she was going to die. Brianna tried in vain to slow her breathing as her chest felt like exploding from the pounding of her heart. She needed to be still, every movement and sound made was a step closer to her demise. Brianna could hear the footsteps in the distance, the crunch of the snow beneath their boots giving them away. She had to use this to her advantage, get away before they eventually found her hiding spot. The cloudy night worked to her advantage; the forest acting like a darkened maze of trees. She looked down and took a quick inventory of what she had. Not much. A dried piece of beef and a small knife, not much to defend herself; especially if they were bigger than her. Not even enough food to last if she climbed a tree and tried to wait them out. They would catch her. She had to think fast, where could she retreat? Eyes squeezed shut, her mind a swirling maze of images from the past week, she struggled to think clearly. The howling wind and the swish of the trees only added to her misery. The cave. That was it, she smiled and had to catch herself from shouting with glee. No-one knew about the spot she had found when she was a child, she only hoped it had survived the past ten winters.
Images of Angels and Demons
Partial Story... Things had changed since that day. Nothing would ever be the same again. To see the secrets of the universe had been a revelation that would forever change David’s life…
Jonathan FoxPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Ballad of Mr. Nobody #3
Daniel Polchuli stood at the entrance of the construction site and gazed upon the horrors he saw. The gallons of blood soaked the dirt. The men he sent to get rid of Greg Duhan’s body were a little bit everywhere. Daniel almost felt what could be considered guilt, he sent them there. Granted he did it to save face. The police of Evergreen City belonged to his family. Hell, the entire city belonged to his family. Both the cops and the Polchuli’s couldn’t let people know what happened to Duhan, he was the glue that held these two noble forces together. The Press would see his mutilated body, they would mention how a beloved detective was brutally slain, it would make smart people think there was a competitor for the city, and it make the blind people not leave their homes, and that means not spending money at businesses that the Polchuli’s had their hands in.
T.L OberheuPublished 3 years ago in HorrorDo Not Get Out Of the Car!
One of the most exciting moments of a young adults life is achieving home ownership. I was feeling very proud of myself having purchased a condo on my own. In 2015 I was a single woman that had just renovated a condo in Colorado. I decided to buy in order to escape the rental prices that were skyrocketing from Colorado's booming economy.
Valencia A. ThomasPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMy Little Red Notebook
I love my little red notebook. It seems odd, to have received so many amazing things for my fourteenth birthday, but only to care about this one. My uncle Simion, who always has such amazing tales of adventure, though I can never tell if they are true, gave it to me. I want to believe they are true.
Tim PierpontPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMeredith
How did I ever find a wife like Meredith? Each time I see her she stuns me. Her skin is fair and even, sharply framed by straight, black hair. Her face is ageless, like a silent movie star. She doesn’t even own any makeup. I love everything about her. Her smile, her laugh, her deep, dark eyes. I even love her when she presses her cold feet against my legs in our bed. Our bed. How did I convince this remarkable woman to share my bed?
Joe Goldberg
Joe Goldberg is my guilty pleasure. If you‘re a fellow watcher of the Netflix series “You”, that name alone invokes many emotions. Whether you unwittingly love him or hate him. One things for sure, Joe is a character that you’ll never forget. Gone are the days of my childhood, when all the tv and movie characters were written so rigidly black or white. In walks the grey characters with all their complexities that I love. Joe is the embodiment of the grey and so the story begins. For anyone who hasn’t watched it yet, I’ll try my best not to ruin it for you but you‘re going to want to add this one to your guilty pleasure binge list.
MORALLY IRREDEEMABLE
"May I come in?" Dorian asked, peaking his head through the cracked door. "Ah, yes! Come in, won't you doctor?" Warden called from behind his cluttered desk. Loose papers and dirtied whiskey glasses laid strewn across the room.
Devin ThorpePublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Dead of Night
As I crept down the old, wooden staircase, the groaning and moaning got louder. With each step I took, the smell got worse and worse. I could hardly breathe, the hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up on end, and my heart was racing faster than it ever had before. The anticipation was killing me. I finally reached the bottom of the stairs; it was so dark down there you could not see a hand in front of your face. I coughed and gagged from the horrific stench, “Mrs. Vanelli? Are you down here?” I called out anxiously. There was the sound of feet shuffling across the floor, it sounded like it was getting closer. I shined the flashlight around the basement, “Hello?” I asked nervously. Looking around that dark, creepy, cobweb filled basement, it started to worry me even more on what could possibly be down there.
Melissa MiskiePublished 3 years ago in HorrorClosed Doors
What is behind the door? I do not know. Let us go find out... The door creaks as I open it slowly and step over the threshold. I reach for a light, but there is not a switch. I call out, almost whispering, "Is anyone there?"
L.A. Moore - NashPublished 3 years ago in HorrorSmiles
Harry liked to kill people. He tried not to like it. Aside from the moral aspect, which didn’t bother him in the least, he knew that it was not a healthy thing to do. When faced with their own mortality, his victims reacted violently. In their denial and refusal to cooperate, they bit, spit, scratched, fought and vomited. And, since the human body is covered with all kinds of bacteria and can pass on all kinds of diseases, after each incident, Harry bathed with an antibacterial soap and had a manicure. In fact, that was one of the first things people noticed about him... his hands. They said he had the hands of an artist, and that made Harry feel good. He also saw his doctor at least twice a year for a check up.
Eric B. RuarkPublished 3 years ago in Horror