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Most recently published stories in Horror.

Manny
My name is Manuel Sarcosia, but you can call me Manny. I’m dead. I am also raising my daughter. This is the story of how that came to happen.
By Q. Dracul6 years ago in Horror
A Hispanic girl's guide to surviving an apocalypse...
So I bet you’re wondering how exactly I got to this point in my life where a drug store shade of red lipstick saved me form becoming what I call now “Come pendejos”. Translation “Dumbass eaters”. Because only idiots get eaten by Zombies. I know what you’re thinking. I must be a dumbass to almost get eaten by a zombie. But in my defense at the point where I almost made into a Bistek empanizado hold the rice and beans please, I was in my Commander’s office getting my ass hole ripped a new one. Before you judge my Spanish too harshly for all of you who are about to say “Where the hell is she from?” I am from the beautiful island of Puerto Rico. Which translates to “English my was first language and my Spanish is broken.” So let’s get into the story shall we?
By Luna Sole6 years ago in Horror
The Legend of Ruby Red
Pressed against the cold concrete wall, Alice felt the bite of the late hour chill at her back. She had been necking with the young college stud for near an hour and while she had been enjoying it, she was aiming to move the interaction into a warmer setting. Her cherry red nails rubbed into the auburn mane of the young man and grasped at him.
By T.S. Cranston6 years ago in Horror
Summer Days Drifting Away
It was a commercial summer, ‘Tongue Tied’ by Grouplove played on repeat. Sweet rum scented the air and fresh berries garnished every drink. The sun laid rest to revellers as they sat around beach bonfires and stared into the soul of the flames receiving psychedelic visions of their future.
By Joe Satoria6 years ago in Horror
Gray's Canvas
I hate it personally. The art itself is subpar, not dreadful but amateur at best. That isn't why I hate it I hate it because it reminds me of my childhood friend who I found hanging from his ceiling fan, rotten beyond recognition because evidently, I was the only one who cared if he existed in the first place.
By DeiLupus6 years ago in Horror
The Visit - A Movie Review
This is going to be a great week meeting my grandparents for the first time! Ringing the doorbell in 2015, The Visit is about estranged parents who reach out to their daughter. For the first time, Becca and Tyler are going to meet their grandparents. Keeping a video journal of their trip, they document Nana and Pop Pop’s strange behavior.
By Marielle Sabbag6 years ago in Horror
#themovie
I gingerly slam the laptop down. "Well what do you think?" Cameron asks, I am hesitant to speak as though my words would be encapsulated forever.
By Ellis L Grimshaw6 years ago in Horror
Siren
The crack of the collision was strong enough to rattle the window panes. The deck shivered for a moment before growing still again. In the window the flame of the candle melted into the sill flickered but did not go out.
By Megan Chadsey6 years ago in Horror
Spontaneous Human Combustion cases
Spontaneous human combustion. Sounds a bit scientific doesn’t it? The name is given to the phenomena of people seemingly bursting into flames with no apparent cause or knowledge of it happening. It may sound scientific but science has done little to explain the circumstances in which a human burns to death from the inside out.
By Violet Gibbs6 years ago in Horror
At Last, I'm Lost
On a plastic chair, squeaks let out as I shuffled to find comfort. I cleared the lump of stale doughnut from the back of my throat with a cough. And on my fingers, I inhaled the earlier cigarette fumes.
By Joe Satoria6 years ago in Horror
Fall's Veil Is Thin
FALL’S VEIL IS THIN By: Santina D’Angelo-Loppie I was startled and woken by a brisk fall chill and windy howl coming from my slightly cracked window. We were having an abnormally chilly October and in the morning glistening frost was visible atop the multicoloured leaves carpeting the yard.
By Santina Loppie6 years ago in Horror
Hell Hath No Fury Like a (Deceased) Woman Scorned
Upon entering my home, I glanced at the wall clock directly opposite. 9 o'clock. It's already past my usual dinner time. Photo by Layzr Quill
By Azryl Ali6 years ago in Horror