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Most recently published stories in Horror.
Blood Child
The stars twinkled overhead with the promise of what was to come. Gabriel looked up as a single star shot across the velvet sky. He sighed in relief, that was a good sign. The last time a shooting star coincided with a claiming, his father was made King. Hopefully, whatever was to come would be good for them as well. He could only hope that nothing bad came from this night.
By Robin Thomas5 years ago in Horror
All IS Cured With A Glass of Merlot
PROLOGUE “Ring! Ring! Ring!.......” Eager with glee and anticipation, Shannon leapt up from her sunken, perspired, crimson flowered, cotton sofa to answer the phone. Saving herself from embarrassment, Shannon’s subconscious spoke aloud in her mind. Calm down! she says. The reprimand is so definite that Shannon straightens up, releasing her jitters before she answers, and with ever so care, picks up the phone. At the end of the receiver Shannon hears the familiar-and what sounded like- friendly, intoxicating, sexy and impressive voice, inviting her on a date. The invitation is mutually convincing, with nothing else left to do but patiently await the approaching painstakingly Sunday commitment for May 22, 2022.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Horror
The Woman at the Bar
I sat at the bar and politely flashed a smile at the bartender. He flashed a smile in reciprication. I ordered a drink, the usual, a glass of Merlot. It was a stressful week at work so this was my way of unwinding, at this particular bar and in this particular chair. The aesthetics of the bar were warm and inviting with the dim lighting and the soft candle light from the candles strewn about the bar. And of course, my favorite, the fireplace. I loved to sit and gaze into the fire while drinking and listening to the soft rock music the bar played. And that was it, thats all i needed to unwind from the stress of being a therapist Monday through Friday. As i sat in thought, not really thinking. All of a sudden, my trance into the fire became dark, blocked. My vision began to focus and i see a man sat right in my view. He was tall and handsome and reminded me of a lumberjack with his salt and pepper beard and his red and black flannel shirt. Despite all that, i began to become irritated with the fact that he blocked my view of the fire. He noticed me staring, with which my face had to have bore a sour look.
By Angelique Gamez5 years ago in Horror
Mr. Midnight
“What’s it going to be, old man?” I ask myself. “What’s it going to be?” It’s cold, even for January. I love the snow, can’t stand the cold. Something happens when you hit forty. Everything starts to crack and creak inside. And this cold cuts right through me.
By Taylor Drake5 years ago in Horror
What's in a Name? Pt 2
After the first few weeks of renovations passed, Alex was unsure whether she was relieved or disappointed at the lack of paranormal activity. Everything was coming along smoothly, and the house felt alive again, though not in a spooky, afterlife sort of way. The colours were brighter, and the dust was a mere memory.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Horror
