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The Black Notebook
Jennifer is a private detective. She usually does cases that are involved with identity thieves or robberies. Jennifer is very good at her job; she successfully solves just about every case that has been given to her. Unfortunately she doesn’t get a lot of clients, which leaves her unable to have luxuries most people have. She lives in an apartment building by a highway, and her house is also her office. She recently solved a difficult and stressful case that took a lot of time and energy, which left Jennifer loads of stress.
By Sarah Cole6 years ago in Horror
The little black book of...
It all started at my school called Agropat Middle School which was a pretty old school that smelt like the old ship, The Queen Mary. One day I was cleaning the outside of the lockers like always, and this boy named Jack and his obnoxious friends who bullys me like as always said, “Hey stinky!”, as he pushes me. “You're lucky, I won’t punch you today…” They all laugh as they walk away, chuckling their evil chuckle. At the corner of my eye, I noticed a mysterious man wearing a fancy black suit and he was also wearing a mysterious black mask. I followed this mysterious man and he suddenly stopped at a dead-end in our school hallway.
By Kallie Dalisay6 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (28)
TOME 39 I could have sworn I heard my cats caterwaul as I spun wildly through our room before Mel woke up, rubbing her eyes. I blurted out "can you get have someone get my cat?" She let a small giggle come through before standing gracefully, when she stood straight she was six feet tall and slender as could be, but always wore loose robes and dresses.
By L.D. Malachite 6 years ago in Horror
Descent into Nothingness
My house is freezing as usual and I shiver in the doorway of my dingy studio flat in Corydon, waiting for the lights to finish flickering after flipping the switch. I take in the peeling walls and the grimy fixtures that are caked in limescale and mould and sigh heavily before opening my humming fridge to grab a beer. I sit on my alcohol-stained sofa and begin my nightly ritual of mulling over how much I've failed since I came to London ten years ago. I was 21 years old and fresh out of university with big dreams of becoming a successful lawyer for a well-known city firm, but I soon realised that my limited intelligence that had scraped me through my law degree wasn’t enough to get me through my LPC. With my unrealistic dreams shattered, I began a life of minimum wage retail jobs that drained the essence of my soul more and more each day and drove me into a life of heavy drinking and regular eviction notices.
By Chloe Hardwick6 years ago in Horror
Don't Judge a Book by it's Moleskine Cover.
The first time he sinned he was five. Little Annie, worrying her plaits to distraction drops her ribbon in church. Ma had told her to stop fidgeting but her small fingers worked the hair loose during Psalm 36 while their mother’s eyes were fixed on the pulpit and her two children squirmed in the dust.
By Philosofemme.6 years ago in Horror
GOD MONEY
A guy named Rick was standing on the shady side of one of the city’s main streets, looking at the café across the road. The café was decent, surrounded by a premium bedding store, an elite perfumery, Cartier and luxury boutiques–it just had to here to fit in to attract an eye of the elegantly dressed attendees of such neighborhood.
By Anastasiia Trifan6 years ago in Horror
The Debt
The sun was high as the rays beat down on the little church on top of the hill. It was a steep incline to reach the church, but Adwoa always climbed and sat where she always sat, perched on the steps of the church her mother and father got married. She found solitude here, knowing that these steps once represented her parents’ strongest bond and even though her mother and father were no longer married and her father had only recently died, coming here was more important than ever.
By Irene Dawson Otoo 6 years ago in Horror
The Lure of the Deviant: Queerness and Subversion in Stuart Gordon’s Re-Animator
From black and white vampire movies of the 1930s to the slasher boom of the 70s and 80s to even the polished, well-respected movies today, horror has always thrived as a subversive, chaotic genre. This aspect shines brightest in the B-movies of the 1980s, made with big ambitions and shoestring budgets. Stuart Gordon’s Re-Animator (1985) is one of these films, a modern adaptation of H.P. Lovecraft’s series, “Herbert West - Reanimator.” The film tells the story of an ambitious experiment gone wrong, then attempted again, and again, and again, going wrong each time. Herbert West moves to New England to study medicine at Miskatonic University after leaving the University of Zurich, where he studied previously, after something terrible happened to the man he worked with. West is not just a dedicated medical student, however; he mainly focuses on a strange personal project: a serum he calls “Re-Agent” which brings the dead back to life. Needing a space for this work, he moves in with fellow medical student Dan Cain, who needs help with rent because his fiancé, Meg Halsey, will not move in with him yet. Though Herbert does not set out to find an assistant, he unexpectedly finds one in Dan, who he convinces of the importance of his work, and they begin to do experiments together. The film devolves into chaos, with reanimated corpses consistently becoming violent and every side character quickly becoming wrapped up in the collateral of Herbert’s work. This chaos centers entirely on Herbert: a small, dark, gaunt figure with no concern for social niceties or much human emotion. Herbert disrupts all sense of normalcy any character may have had in their education, job, relationships, and existence. He destroys families, relationships, and lives with a plunge of a syringe and shows no care or concern about any of it. Every time he subverts order and creates chaos, his queerness shows itself. I also assert that Herbert, and specifically his queerness, must be evaluated through a horror-specific lens, as the genre must be viewed from a perspective that differs from how we view other genres.
By Charlie Penney6 years ago in Horror
A Walk in The Park
After work, I headed to my favorite park. It was a late Autumn afternoon and I enjoyed the sights in the 640-acre park, watching for deer, and eyeing raccoons and hawks up in the trees. Chickadees called out “Dee Dee Dee Dee” and Northern Flickers were calling. I stopped to watch the Pileated Woodpeckers hammering on a dead tree about 5 feet off the ground. Continuing on the wooded path, my nostrils were filled with the Fall fragrance of rotted leaves and damp earth. I breathed in deeply, looking up at blue sky, surrounded by green fir trees and the occasional yellow-leafed cottonwood and orange vine maple.
By Andrea Corwin 6 years ago in Horror
