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Concrete Jungle - The Scorpion Says
He will come for me if I speak. I just know it. But Nylah, she's so lovely. She says she's on my side and that she'll help me with anything. I want to believe her so badly, but I can't. I can't. He will kill her too. Then that will be my fault for bringing her in. If I speak to her, I'll be putting her in danger, also. My face is getting red. I can feel it. I start seeing little white stars flash before my eyes. I need to relax and think. What should I do? No one believes me that he is still alive. I know he is. I've seen him late at night, and he watches me. He sees everything, and he'll see me talk. He's been here, and he already threatened me. He tried to kill me.
By M.O. LeClair6 years ago in Horror
Concrete Jungle - The Wise Old Owl
The night goes much as I expect, same shit, different asshole. After that horrible Hallowe'en party that I want nothing more than to forget, I haven't been myself. I feel so awful for just abandoning Malachi there, but how can I tell him what happened when I'm not even sure? He's going to kill Ducas. I want to kill Ducas, too, and his friends. From what I do remember, they just stood around, watching. How can people be so cruel? What happened to me?
By M.O. LeClair6 years ago in Horror
Her
Her Her hands trembled as she reached for it. She knew it was wrong to go through other people's belongings, but she felt such an unavoidable temptation. It was clear, if she saw what was inside, there was no going back. There was no life before this. Nothing to stop her from pursuing what would come after opening the book. She hesitated, pulled back - and eventually, reached her hand out – ever so slightly. She picked up the book. She opened it. The first line of wording on the first page scared her. She immediately put the book down. She walked away.
By Brittanee Loomis6 years ago in Horror
The Coin
The car drove fast down the hillside and pulled into the driveway. A tall, slender man got out. His name was Charlie Banks. He looked at the estate of his departed mother, Alexandria and a tear came to his eye. He walked up to the door and was greeted by the butler, Jarvis.
By Gary Stuckey6 years ago in Horror
A New Home
Footsteps echo loudly in naked hallways, don’t they? Without carpet or furnishings to cushion the noise, it feels intrusive and loud, like hooves in a temple. Half of me savours the sassiness of the sound and the other half wants to slip my shoes off, tiptoe, whisper.
By L.C. Schäfer6 years ago in Horror
Gift Of The Forest
Gift Of The Forest By Ian Knowles Grandma always told me not to go near the forest on the edge of the property. She was a superstitious woman; God rest her soul. Mom always said she was eccentric and to pay her no mind. Uncle Darren also told me not to go messing around by the woods. "Dangerous wild animals,” he would gravely grumble. I believed Uncle Darren so I avoided it, even with the foolhardy confidence of being surrounded by my adventurous cousins.
By Ian Knowles6 years ago in Horror
Spring Allergies
This is the first short story I ever wrote, a sort of challenge to see if I could do it. It became a very long story that has been edited many times over the years. Some of the ideas in it are outdated, like tabloid magazines at the grocery checkout. All we see now are celebrity gossip rags. But the underlying question of how you respond when your world is falling apart remains.
By LUCINDA M GUNNIN6 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (14)
TOME 15 The walk towards downtown was peaceful and we enjoyed catching up to one another. I walked hand in hand with Zach, an act that brings up old memories of me crying in his arms over now seemingly trivial problems involving my mother. He is a kind and calming soul which I am glad to have retrieved. He would often catch me smiling up at him and tease me lightly. Just like old times.
By L.D. Malachite 6 years ago in Horror
