monster

Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.

Bestial
The beginning of the mayhem that was brought to this town goes back to an early age. It stretches vast reaches of time before the world became lit with lanterns, torches, gas lights, and to the more current televisions, smart phones, and cityscapes.
By Steve Gray5 years ago in Horror
The Nature of Freak
I didn't know where I was going, or understand how I knew I didn't know where I was going, but it was with the purpose that I went.
By Sand Man5 years ago in Horror
The Library at the End of His Shift
Jacob was a simple man. He worked at the local convenience store, he didn’t have a partner, and he spent his evenings reading or playing videogames. He was content with the life he lived.
By Possum5 years ago in Horror
The Prince's body
“Quis fecerit?” - A deep, ominous voice whispers. The floor feels wet with a thick substance. It smells and tastes like blood. Barely opening my eyes I see a figure, no, two. One feels like a man but the other is different. Tall, no light touching it. Music starts playing, and in a matter of a blink, I’m in the car, with the rest.
By Andres Montero5 years ago in Horror
The Mother Fury
Cold stone meeting colder bone wrapped thinly in tight flesh, the whispers of dawn, an estranged crackling, and low woeful laughter attacked the senses of a young woman walking alone on the grim stone floor of a carapace cottage. She pressed her too small hands against her eyes, rubbing away the grime of a single night in this, a polluted place. No matter how hard she scrubbed, cold water and rough rags could never take away the stench and mire of this place. Dimly, a fire near death crackled, it whispered it’s foul promises of destruction, sending icy sweat down her face. She knew what this meant, after these five years of imprisonment. Soon, too soon, the nightmares would be replaced with things that would have her begging for the release of some fitful sleep. She had not known peace in these five years, only the dreaded ghosts of what-might-have-been.
By NoomaStar5 years ago in Horror
The Barn Owl
The mice had left their black pellets everywhere. The grain stores were contaminated, half of it now inedible. The vermin had appeared in the spring- only a few stragglers at first. I didn't think much of it. I set some traps and assumed our farm cat would be more than capable of keeping them in check. Was I ever wrong.
By Jeff Squish5 years ago in Horror
The Full Monty
Humans like to call me monster. When I think of a monster, I think of a mindless brute. I am a troll, but that does not make me a monster. Demonizing me does not serve any of us, and it is inaccurate. I had trolls for parents and, they weren’t monsters either. I did have to kill them and eat them, but there’s a reason for that.
By Miguel M. Furmanska5 years ago in Horror
The Unicorn
The night my mare gave birth to a unicorn, it rained. It was November, and winter was in the air, and the rain that raged all week would make the roads slick and icy when the temperature plunged the next day.
By Savannah Di Leo5 years ago in Horror
The Man Who Got Away
There once was a old rundown barn, sitting deep in the woods quietly to do harm. No one knew as to why it was there, except for a man who warned beware.
By Kanetra Wade5 years ago in Horror
Return of The Barn Owl
As children, our mom would sit us down for story time. Me and my brother would be running around and once she would shout the words "Story Time!" we would stop dead in our tracks.
By Michael J. Harris5 years ago in Horror
The attacker
I live on a farm. 22 acres of peace, freedom and amazing views, in the middle of a busy city. No one but trees and creek as far as the eyes can see. We decided to get chicken. Then we got geese and ducks. Then peacocks and pheasants, the most beautiful and elegant creatures ever. Also some of the loudest!
By Kris Rose5 years ago in Horror
Day Dreaming
A barn owl glides over a pond I can see from my bedroom window. As a child I would tell my mother, there is lady that lives in that pond. Her hair is black from the murky water with streaks of green algae, framing her face that has a winter pale glow. I continued to tell my mother how concerned I was for this lady and how I felt she needed me to visit her lonely soul. It would scare my mother. Although she knew that she wasn’t real, she had forbidden me from going near the pond, afraid I would jump in to see the lady and drown. I don’t have memories of my own of her, just what I built from my mother’s story. Which I only think of now since my mothers passing last week. I think of the barn owl flying freely. I think of the lady in the pond stuck here. Like I feel now, here in this house with my father and sister.
By C. Clark5 years ago in Horror