Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Horror.
Blood of The Wolf
Cut, cut, cut! Michael threw up his hands in frustration as he turned to leave the room. He had been spending years pouring his heart and soul into his music and he was beginning to feel like he was the only one that cared. He always expected 110% from himself and only expected those around him to try their best or what he believed to be their best. He always tried to make them believe they could do better but it was beginning to wear him quite thin.
By Jeremy Hanson6 years ago in Horror
Unhuman (Snippet)
Chapter One “Just your average human being in a not so average world” All anyone wants to do in life is to fit in, but for some it is impossible to do so. Imagine a short, stocky redhead and immediately one would not assume that they fit in, well that would be Miranda Henderson. She was a believer, the type of person who believed in the unexplainable. If something did not make any sense then she would spend day in and day out to make it make sense.
By Abby Wincel6 years ago in Horror
The African Food Chain
Peter’s eyes opened in slow motion to the sound of the weavers singing their sweet morning melody. The blood orange African sun glowed through his tent window, gently caressing Peter’s skin like a warm morning hug. He sat up in a slouch and rubbed the crust out of his eyes with his callused knuckles. “Living the dream,” he thought to himself as he quickly did the math on how many hours they would be out on the Serengeti Plains. Yesterday, it was seventeen hours of conservation meetings and lion observation. Most of the lion observation happened at night and the people observation during the day. At this stage of the lion conservation project, there were more lions than people. Peter was desperately in need of help and today he would find an unlucky chap who was willing to sleep a total of four hours a night for three months straight. He didn’t have the same energy he once did in his twenties.
By Alexandra Tett6 years ago in Horror
Yes, Lydia, There Is A Halloween
It's August 6th and I'm preparing to get S P O O K Y. Halloween is a big holiday that means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Some would decry it as an evil day that worships devils. Some look forward to it as a chance to shed a bit of that banal shroud and embrace the weirdness within. Some see it as a hallowed event that allows them an easier time to communicate and establish links to the worlds and beings beyond the veil. Some welcome it as a chance to greet those on the other side. These all have some truth in them, don't they?
By Delise Fantome6 years ago in Horror
January 1st and 2nd, 1890
January 1st, 1890 The storm that sprang up and swept across the North Road from the depths of Gods’ Hollow caught me by surprise and drove me to ground. For ten minutes, I huddled against a stone wall and waited for the wind to abate, when it did, I rose to my feet only to be slammed from behind and pushed over the wall.
By Nicholas Efstathiou6 years ago in Horror
WARP
I woke up... with a distant feeling of dread. As if something really horrible happened or was about to happen. I tried to jolt myself into reality, forced my eyes open, shook my head and tried to pull myself out of the lethargy I was swimming around in mentally. Ugh... where am I? I felt extremely groggy and lightheaded. For a second I could have almost believed that I had been drugged, causing me to be this slow. As I sat up, I accidentally kicked the oil lamp by my side. Oh no! I put out the fire but there was glass everywhere, shattered and ready to slice me into a thousand mini MEs. I tried to avoid it but I did indeed cut my finger. There was a sharp pain and a lot of blood but it was the catalyst I needed. To my horror and dismay, I suddenly remembered exactly where I was and what I was supposed to be doing.
By Dark knight6 years ago in Horror
The Coffer
Something bright flashes against my closed lids, turning my sleeping world bright red for a moment. I'm not quite ready to wake up, so I toss my blanket over my face and groan from a sharp pain in my wrist. The hell did I do in my sleep this time? Slowly I open an eye and see two things that catch my attention very quickly: this is not my blanket, and when did I get a tattoo? The black ink looks fresh, almost like a pool of liquid on my skin, with my skin around it showing an angry and burning red-black. Curiosity and fear starts to eat at me, making my stomach churn, so I slowly bring the blanket down so I can see where I am.
By Scarlett Vargas6 years ago in Horror
Imaginary Nightmare
The red ball bounced up and down the rainy driveway of 592 Gilmore street. It was being bounced by Amber, a little girl of no more than ten years old—just as she’d always done since it was given to her by her imaginary friend, Ross. Yari Englehut, Amber’s mother, worried constantly about her daughter’s state of mind. Even now, as she stood in the kitchen window, dressed in corporate attire, she couldn't help but to shed a tear looking at her daughter bouncing that ridiculous ball she found; she feels compelled to go out there and shake some sense into her.
By Jonathan Mosby6 years ago in Horror
Book Review: The Woman in the Window
Women, girls... they are everywhere, man. They’re in cabins, they’re on trains, they’re in spider’s webs or hornet’s nests. Sometimes they’re gone. Sometimes someone let them go. Sometimes they’re in a group. In this case, there is a woman in a window. She’s not a woman in white or a lady in shadows or a girl who circumnavigated anything. She’s just a woman named Anna Fox in a window.
By The Bookish Elf6 years ago in Horror
