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Night Owl
As the day slowly turned to night I watched the sun drift down to the horizon in the distance through my camera lens. Photography was a new passion of mine and my specific interest was taking pictures of birds. I never realized the amount of unique ones in my area but after I got my camera I started to notice them a lot more. There were birds of all colours and sizes and I had taken pictures of so many so far, but something I’d never seen before was an owl, something I hope would change tonight. After researching owls and where to find them in my area for several nights I felt confident that I could spot one and hopefully get a decent picture before it got too dark, but the sun was going down faster now and I was beginning to worry about losing the light for a picture.
By Bryor Atchison3 years ago in Horror
Mirrors
Josiah had been lost going on a week. The impending sense of doom loomed over him like a proverbial black cloud following a man of unbelievable bad luck, such as Josiah. He had ventured out on an excursion of the national forest on his own, for the first time, on behest of his friends who thought he was ready for the task. Tall trees and unturned rocks were all that were around him, and the rustling of leaves and faint breathing in the distance was for sure a wild animal, which paralyzed Josiah with even more fear. The half moon was the only light he had, but it was as dim as his hopes for survival in his own mind. As he looked up, he saw a barn owl perched in a tree, gazing at Josiah with bewilderment, as if he was looking in a mirror. It was out of place like he, and the cold, blank stare from the owl pierced through Josiah like a knife through a Thanksgiving turkey. The frayed, frayed ruffled wings were indicative of his clothing he was not yet able to change., the loneliness of being in unfamiliar territory, and the unknown plagued them both. They both were in purgatory, so to speak, and looking at each other as if they had the answers for one another. They had no concept of time, no idea how to escape, and no inkling what would happen next. Their lives paralleled, their fates have been unequivocally sealed, and the quicksand of time had run out on both of them. Or so it seemed, The mind is as delicate as fine china, and was it playing tricks on him, or was the end really near? Was the owl a figment of his imagination, or was it really lost like him? As he crumbled to the ground in exhaustion, so did the owl.
By Daniel Reo3 years ago in Horror
One White Light
We grew up listening to the explanations of our elders.. The spherical undular nest that arrives after rest to provide the protection and warmth akin to our slumbers throughout the waking hours, illuminating our world with the same color vibrancy painting our dreams.
By Katie Dorn3 years ago in Horror
Shadows
The dim, orange light emitting from the streetlights did little to cut through the foggy gloom enveloping the quiet, cobbled street. Dark house facades rose up on either side, their blackened windows staring like sunken eyes at nothing yet seeming to follow Ashley’s every move. She drew her gray overcoat closer, shuddering unconsciously as the fog roiled and swirled around her legs. She had walked down Amity Street every night for two years, but that night it seemed unwelcoming…hostile. She felt like an outsider stumbling onto sacred grounds. An intruder.
By Stephanie Nielsen3 years ago in Horror
Lone
"Containment Breach, Containment Breach!" blared the site intercom as a distinctive red light began flashing over Zoey's eyes. "Attention all site personal, there has been a containment breach in sector thirteen, Specimen Thirteen-twenty one is loose…(sigh)...again!" Stopping to admire her fifth daring escape in three months from containment, Zoey scoffed at the intercom, exclaiming, "It's Zoey, Z-O-E-Y!" "Why is it so hard to remember that? I've known you for three years, Dave." As Zoey began sprinting down the familiar cold steel corridors of the Unexplained Phernomon Occult, also known as the UPO Foundation, her heart began to race, pulsating fifteen beats a minute as she would soon see the freedom she's long craved. With the wind to her back, and the thought of sunshine illuminating her dulled eyes, Zoey flew down the final hallway. Sweet freedom being fifteen feet away, every step was growing ever closer to the "thump!"
By Kyle Boldin3 years ago in Horror