Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Horror.
Piano Keys are Made of Bone
“Your thoughts are loud.” She said, cool grey eyes peering over her teacup. She sat in a tufted armchair that matched the rest of the house, which was seemingly out of a storybook with its grand chandeliers and cathedral ceilings, complete with perfect replicas of Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel. The tearoom was honestly the least grand in the whole house, and even it stood the test of time, as if you walked right into the Victorian era.
By Ciara Wholey6 years ago in Horror
Spirits
I supposed I wanted to do something with these stories. You see talking about spirit or anything paranormal isn’t really a topic that is welcomed in my family. They won’t shut it down, but they also won’t talk about it either. You can take this as fiction if you don’t believe in paranormal, but all the following stories are true. These will be broken up into small stories since vocal will only allow stories that are 800 words long and these are fairly short. I do have longer ones to tell, but it the short ones that make me question the most.
By Valerie Daniel6 years ago in Horror
The Fall
Autumn and Josh conducted their Saturday ritual of shopping at the home and garden store. They made the trip through the country, past the farms and vineyards to the big lot of supermarkets and department stores. Josh had been gardening since their son Kyle had gone to prison. It was Josh’s coping skill, a healthy hobby suggested by their counselor. “Something that will help manage the grief and stress this ordeal has brought upon your family. Something to remind you of the many things in life that are very good.”
By Matthew Milliken6 years ago in Horror
Crematorium
A cardboard box rested on a cart in the middle of the room with a man dressed in scrubs standing nearby. He looked in and smiled, admiring his own work. A woman lay still inside. Her complexion was vibrant through the tightly wrapped plastic sheet binding her in place. He picked up a roll of clear packing tape from the cart's utility tray and carefully closed the box, ensuring the lid fit snugly. The tape wound around the edges, sealing the woman inside. He gently placed the tape back on the utility tray for next time.
By David Turcotte6 years ago in Horror
A Normal Life...?
What happened that night, you ask? Nothing. Nothing at all. In fact, so little happened that night that no one even cared to mention it the following morning. No words, no conversations, just grunts, coffee, breakfast, and Redbull. Such was the morning after a night of alcohol.
By Gabriel Mohr6 years ago in Horror
