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under new management
Exhausted eyes reflect back as I give myself one last pep talk. You can see the ways I’ve attempted to hide the pain and stress away with small amounts of eyeliner and concealer. The last bit of makeup I could afford since the last stimulus check had appeared in my bank account. “Get it together, Sam. You need this job. You didn’t struggle your whole life to let some pandemic put you out on the streets.” A low growl escapes me as I fight the urge to take out my frustration on my dashboard. I’ve applied to countless positions, yet this was the only one that had actually called back. A position as a hotel manager.
By rebecca delossantos6 years ago in Horror
Lucky Winner
The ocean seemed limitless but nowhere near as hard to fathom as this little black book in her hands. Sarah had convinced herself she might be able to throw it in once she got here but with her toes in the sand now, she knew it was never really her intention. The book was with her until the end, whosever end that might be…
By Crystan Straub6 years ago in Horror
Passing Time
Approaching my grandfather's home brought a sadness that I hadn’t confronted since his death. The numerous nights spent running through this home, the stories by the fireplace, and the smell of ginger and pipe that lingered well after you’ve left. The 1800s Victorian style home stood proud and majestic, revealing the ambiance of an age long past. Growing up this house always gave me chills due to the random sounds and noises throughout the night it would produce, now that I’m older I find it far more fascinating than eerie.
By Lilo Dallas6 years ago in Horror
dial tone
dial tone All the leafy paper tickling his skin imparted no solutions. He wasn’t able to leech any wisdom from its inky weight. In retrospect it was probably counterproductive to dump half a dozen shelves worth of the second hand paperbacks section on top of himself. Catharsis is what he was aiming for but the whisky and doubt had probably muddled his targets. Breathing through brittle pages, with the fine overly handled texture of ancient dollar bills, had quickly lost its romantic appeal. It dawned on Nelson, only now, that he’d created just another mess that he would have to clean up.
By Mark Millien6 years ago in Horror
Imbroglio
A flurry of feathers broke the quiet of the overcast day, followed by a secure thud. Wounded leaves fluttered to the ground like butterflies anticipating wasps. Fifty years have perished since he became what he is. Fifty years since the grandfather’s clock consummated its countdown, on that queer evening that juxtaposed sultriness against cold autumnal front, and bequeathed the bars of misfortune on him. Perched on white oak, the defiant white crow pirouetted, as if in front of a mirror, observing its elongating and shortening shadows, barely discernible like its existence. Everyday since then, he had combated the unforgiving knowledge mauling at him like it was scratching the face off a photograph.
By Ishani Ray6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
It has been a long day! Tired is that the correct word I want to use? No exhausted down to my toenails is a better word for how I’m feeling. Six weeks before the set date of “Sista’s Kan Cook” opens. And we are behind by weeks maybe even months. This year we have had unusually wet weather all our restructure work needed on the outside of the building had to wait until the weathered cleared. At least the workers was able to get the new roof on before the down pour; which would have cost my sisters and I more money than we have planed on spending. Once again we may have to push back a few more weeks or even months to make sure everything is completed. We can’t afford anymore delays at this point. Not only are we running out of time but looking over our budget it needs some major repairs at this point. So we went to work on the inside. One of our issues is agreeing on the floor set up. Kerry wants to call in a professional decorator/designer and Angela wants to keep it rustic. I am the voice of balance Nancy yes that’s who I am.
By Cynthia Butler6 years ago in Horror
The Ashen Horse
She had flown into Atlanta last week. The week had been full of continuous scouting and patrolling. It felt good to be working again after taking several weeks off after the events in Salt Lake City. She had accepted this contract eagerly. It was honestly a sad tale in a way, a religious leader that had been reported to fondle young children. She took her art seriously and never wanted to belittle it too greatly, but every now and then she really did take pride in her work. This job would be a masterpiece.
By Daryl Benson6 years ago in Horror
The Man in the Shadows
The Man in the Shadows It was an unusually warm and sunny evening despite the sporadic thunderstorms that had occurred throughout the day. Annalise turned off her car radio and rolled down the windows as she rounded the corner to her childhood home. A gust of wind hit her face, blowing wisps of dark curly hair across her full lips. She smiled as she observed the scenery, gazing lovingly at the sun setting behind the trees along the road. She always loved the drive home. Something about the secluded and scenic road had always made her feel serene. She admired the mysterious and enchanting ambience of the forest. She followed the tree line with her eyes, marveling at the mystical beauty of her surroundings. As she reached the end of the road, she noticed a shadowy figure dart across the trees. Strange, she thought. Just an animal? She paused as she reached the front gate to the home, absorbing her surroundings before entering. She sighed and drove through. A crack of thunder rumbled loudly in the distance. After 10 long years, Annalise had finally returned home.
By Kasie Pedulla6 years ago in Horror
Race 4 Jess
Race 4 Jess A young curious white boy looks downward at the unconscious dark-skinned man. The inquisitive boy walks closer to the dark-skinned man reaching his hand outward. From the corner of the cell, a middle-aged tan-skinned male spoke out in a southern accent,
By Freeza Oryan Prime6 years ago in Horror
