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Toledo BETA: Part Two
I’m Karley. And I was scared of what’s next. See, according to my phone’s guide, Meta, my kids were gone and had no idea where they were. My leads were empty for almost a month until it told me to hunt down the mayor of this bleak and empty town where I’d thought it was only myself that was here. The choices were to either kill him or join him, without knowing the weight of the choices behind either. When I found him on the top floor of this hotel that was downtown, I made pursuit to my children’s kidnapper. The man was reeking of guilt. As I got to the top floor, I was shrouded in a deeply dark hallway. For a while, I couldn’t find his door. When I got to a dim-lit door, there was a photo of my kids next to it on a table. But as I looked back at the door, that’s where the bastard attacked me and knocked me unconscious...
Quinton ThomasPublished 7 years ago in HorrorMy Sister's Funeral
My sister, Maggie, and I were close from the day I was born, even though she was five years older than I was, and that closeness never went away, even in death.
Denise WillisPublished 7 years ago in HorrorPicture Perfect
Alissa takes a deep breath as she raises the photograph in her hand up to her eye level. She’d only done this once before (and she wasn’t even sure she’d done it the first time). Alissa was a photographer, and so she always had photographs with her. Bored in class, she stared listlessly at a photo she had on her desk: a beautiful picture of a forest framed to make it look magical. The first time she’d done this she’d been looking at that photo, and then suddenly she was in that forest, magic touching her fingertips. It had been glorious, and magical, and when it was over she thought she had magic powers. The longer she thought about it, though, the more she started to doubt that she had actually been inside the photo.
Shera PraguePublished 7 years ago in HorrorToledo BETA
My name is Karley. I’m 22 years old. And I don’t know what the fuck am I doing for the last while. I’ve been in this god-forsaken city for the last twenty-seven days. To state the obvious, this is not the Toledo that I know anymore. The city I knew was more robust. It had people. Businesses were thriving per the norm, cars driving down the roads. You know, alive.
Quinton ThomasPublished 7 years ago in HorrorExtra Sauce
"Malls are great places to shop," she said. "You can find everything you need under one roof." Tanya remembered that day like it was yesterday, walking around the gargantuan building stuffed with expensive and recognizable name brand stores that just never seemed to end. She was about six at the time, still holding her mother's hand unashamed and unwilling to let go. Despite her mother's great fascination and outright joy about shopping malls, the brunette was incredibly uneasy about going to them. All of these strangers around her, carrying those big bags; it just left the little girl with an uneasy stomach.
Klyde Khalil WalkerPublished 7 years ago in HorrorDream Sequence Drafts
Hey guys, I like to dabble in writing, but like most writers out there, don't expect it to go further than my laptop screen/diary pages. I just want to put some dream sequences on here to see what people think I guess. They are out of context, the context being the rest of a 40,000 personal project, still unfinished. If there is a way to let me know what you think, please let me know. Also, bear in mind this is still a first draft, like I haven't even gone back over it and edited anything so even if they are words saying how crap it is, be gentle.
Ellys PerryPublished 7 years ago in HorrorOut of the Blue
“I’m glad you made it,” shouted a man through a thick grey mustache, holding down his hat beneath the whirling blades of a helicopter.
The Last Turn On The Right
The wind outside was beating a branch against the window, and the night was cold, but not as cold as the fear that gripped me inside when I first met a demon, and I will never know a cold like that again, if I am lucky.
Denise WillisPublished 7 years ago in HorrorShe Saved Ryan Denning
It was 2 AM and the moonlight poured through the window pane, highlighting the pale sleeping face of Ryan Denning. He breathed slow, his bony diaphragm moving to the beat of his steady pulse. His bedroom door creaked open at a snail's pace. Ryan was submerged in the darkness of his slumber for he could not dream.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in HorrorMystery in the Meadow
Late afternoon bells rang in the air, stinging the summer heat and combatting the screams of children, running along streets and paths, dancing away from the school building and all the way to their homes. Summer vacation always excited the children in such a way, causing a fuss of car horns angrily screaming as the children skipped through the streets with little care; school was out, summer began, little else mattered in their little world. Little else existed besides fun and pools, no homework and laziness for a whole few months before the torturous routine begun again.
Jenny LynnPublished 7 years ago in HorrorElf on The Shelf Pt. 2
With one box packed, I exited the room and went to the old kitchen with creaking floorboards and broken cupboards. “Dad!” I shouted when I saw him unpacking his candles. I had always thought that Poppa was the one who fancied them.
Alyssa GammellPublished 7 years ago in HorrorDark
She turned her head to the left and peered behind. It was dark. She couldn't see him but she knew he was there. Her face forward, she began to walk a bit quicker. Her steps light on the cobblestones. She wanted to run. Maybe even scream. She knew there was no way she could outrun him, and to scream seemed pathetic at best, seeing as she was far from town and not a house to be seen. Oh why had she taken this path home? There were other safer routes, well-lit ways home, but she was sometimes at the worse of times foolish.
Edwina A. LewisPublished 7 years ago in Horror