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The Bar Near My Home
My neck was stiff from lying too long on the couch. I could not recall when I last had the urge to move a muscle. My face was numb from hugging the sofa fabric and my back was screaming from bowing like a bridge into the cushions. Somehow, it felt as though I had just said goodbye to visitors, and was then wallowing in the sudden absence of interaction and embrace. This did not help motivate me to rouse myself from this self-induced anguish. In my line of sight, a show I had watched through a dozen times played on. The comedy had lost its fervor to me this day, and the drab daylight seemed to turn everything grey. The ache of my skeleton only perpetuated my exhaustion, and I realized if I did not move from this position, the cycle would continue indefinitely.
By Antonio Surita6 years ago in Horror
Max.
Let me tell you a story about this young man named Max. My name is Al and I was Max’s best friend growing up. Max is fueled by hatred, he was a child that never had a chance to make it in this world. He had a bad upbringing, his mom died at birth so his dead beat father took care of him if you want to call it that. His father was the meanest man I’ve ever met in my life. Randle was his name, he would punish Max for just about anything, and he used to beat him until he would almost lose consciousness. This one time, Max was outside playing with some of the neighbor kids on his block, and then Randle came home and must’ve thought that he was having too much fun. He did his infamous whistle to call him back into the house and punched him in his stomach so hard he puked on the floor, and some of it got onto Randle’s shoe, so he beat him even more because of that.
By zachary iliff6 years ago in Horror
Santa Claus in the middle of the Night
They say that Santa Claus is not what he is made out to be. Of course, everyone knows Santa as this big fat jolly guy dressed in red. He comes in the middle of the night and leaves presents for kids that have been good all year. It is also believed that cookies and milk should be left for him to snack, for he does travel the whole world during the night and needs his power snacks.
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Horror
Michael Redmtion
StartMultiverse theory said that every possible action, ever, has happened in some world. By this logic, all worlds thrived at some point, and all worlds must die. The gods made humans to give life to those worlds, but they made the destroyers to clean up the mess. Now it's our turn.
By Anthony Sanders6 years ago in Horror
Goblin
Goblin Mila’s arms started to shiver against the cold as the wind kicked up but she willed them to stop. Any moment now. A twig snapped, and a white hare leaped from its hiding spot in a bush. Keem’s thin frame, bulked by layers of furs, sprinted after it. His peals of laughter echoed in the mountains as he chased their quarry.
By Lauren Nevil6 years ago in Horror
Who's Your Cryptid Counterpart?
We all have our counterparts in the world. Usually, they’re described as soulmates, romantic or platonic. But outside of the world we know, there are more things we have in common with the supernatural than many realize. Our personalities and energies draw us to find those who are meant to be in our lives… and who’s to say that can’t include monsters?
By Alesia Brooks6 years ago in Horror
The Girl with the Blue Backpack
As she walked along the dissembled remains of a broken road in shades of bright green moss that filled the cracks of broken cement, she felt alone. There were abandoned cars and that were parallel, vertically and horizontally parked on the remains of a broken road. Most of the remains of what use to be a useable car were only the steel frames that had become rusted and disintegrated by the apocalypse. As she looked to her left and looked to her right there were veriest buildings, some that run all the way up to the sky. The windows of the buildings had been shattered and pieces of glass were scattered along the ground. Shops that were once functional had be run down by empty shelves and signs that were hanging by a thread. The city was empty except for the near distance growls of the undead lurking within the shades and around ever corner. As a survivor of this unpleasant world she always had a dagger firmly placed within her boot and her hand hovering over it every time she heard the scratching noises that gave you goose bumps and radiated through each cell of your body. Each time she saw the disfigured face of a once lively human being she felt more and more alone. Her father died in a car accident when she was six years old. Her mother was a gentle woman that had a firm belief in righteousness and morals. She was a strong woman, a confident woman, a brave woman that took risks and she tried to maintain these qualities every day. But she died only three months ago by a savage attack when they were cornered and overwhelmed by a heard of the undead as they were gathering supplies, she sacrificed herself so that she could live. That burden weighed heavily on her shoulders everyday, the regret that maybe she could have done something else and the burden of being alone without her mother. She didn’t have any brothers or sisters, only her blue backpack that carried her supplies. She looked to the sky and hoped that her mother was watching over her somewhere in the mist of clouds that shimmered and moved each time the sun tried to peer through. The sky was a warm orange mixed with shades of red. Since the apocalypse happened the sky has always resembled the same colours, they have never changed. Maybe it was sign that the world has ended. There was still smoke rising from buildings, coming from chimney tops and from abandoned buildings that were charcoal and filled with ash and soot.
By Lauren Brown6 years ago in Horror
The Werewolf Diaries
Page 1 ONE I’D ALWAYS WELCOMED WAR, BUT IN BATTLE my passion rose unbidden. The bear’s roar filled my ears. Its hot breath assaulted my nostrils, fueling my bloodlust. Behind me I could hear the boy’s ragged gasp. The desperate sound made my nails dig into the earth. I snarled at the larger predator again, daring it to try to get past me.
By Brittany Glodowski6 years ago in Horror
